The Prince Trains a Slave, Part 5

I wasn’t sure whether Simon was kidding with me in the Jacuzzi or not. Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, we both fell silent. I’d gotten out of the tub and dried off, playing the scene over and over in my mind. I knew I could always ask him, but at the same time I didn’t want him to feel like I was pressuring him. My thoughts were interrupted when Yoshi showed up to tell me that Alexi wanted to see me.

Following Yoshi through the maze of corridors below the warehouse, I couldn’t help admiring his tight build. Even with his head shaved bald, Yoshi was strikingly handsome - almost beautiful. I wondered if he was one of the slaves who had modeling aspirations. He could certainly make a splash in high fashion if that’s what he wanted. Reaching our destination, the Japanese slave opened the door and stood to one side to let me pass.

Television monitors surrounded Alexi; a telephone headset was clamped to his head. He waved as I entered and resumed his conversation, speaking so rapidly in Russian that I had a hard time following along. He continued to scan the images on the monitors, pausing every now and then to punch a button on a console that looked like something from the next Star Wars movie. Yoshi politely guided me to a heavily padded leather wing back chair before backing out of the room.

Alexi finally finished his conversation, punched at a couple of more buttons and then removed the headset. After punching a couple of more buttons on the futuristic console, he turned to me with an enigmatic smile on his face.

“You’re a big hit with all the right people around here,” Alexi announced as he sat down in the chair across from mine. “And, through your own merits, I might add.”

“Which people?” I asked in confusion.

“The board of directors,” Alexi said.

“How’d they find out about me?”

“They’ve been watching the raw videotapes - especially the tapes of your punishment of Bergen,” Alexi said.

“Tapes?”

“Almost everything here at The Castle is videotaped,” Alexi explained. “Generally from several different angles. The tapes are then edited into one master tape and marketed - not always, but most of the time they are.”

I strangely found myself nodding - taping the procedures in the various dungeon rooms made sense. I was just surprised to find out that the board of directors had already watched some or all of the tapes and passed some kind of judgement on my actions.

“You have the potential to be a great punishment Master,” Alexi said. “It’s what I’ve suspected for a long time - you’re behavior just confirmed my gut feelings. Now, the board agrees with me.”

“I guess I’m flattered,” I said, not really knowing what to say.

“You’re not returning to America after you graduate, are you?” Alexi asked, suddenly changing the direction of the conversation.

“To be honest with you, I hadn’t planned on it,” I admitted, wondering whether the suite was bugged as well.

“I thought not,” Alexi said, judiciously. “You’ve always struck me as being more at home in Europe.”

“Thanks ... I guess,” I said. “Is this going somewhere?”

Alexi threw back his head and laughed heartily. “You’re right,” he finally said. “I’ve been beating around the bush. What do you think of living in London?”

“To be honest, I hadn’t thought about it,” I admitted. “What do you have in mind?”

“The Castle is preparing to open a similar club in London,” Alexi said.

“I’m surprised there isn’t already one in London,” I observed.

“There was,” Alexi said. “But, it was bombed out during the Second World War - as were most of the other clubs in Europe. In the scramble to rebuild on the Continent, London was lost in the shuffle.” Alexi frowned and shook his head. “That’s not completely true. There was an abortive attempt to reopen the London facility in the early ‘60s.”

“So what happened?”

“Have you ever heard of the Brothers Kray?” Alexi asked.

The names were vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t really place them or their significance to The Castle. After a few moments of trying, I shook my head. “I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of them, but can’t quite put my finger on them.”

“They were a couple of meteors who lit up London’s dark East End Underworld. They were a nasty pair – bloodthirsty, violent, and psychotic. For a brief time, they held the whole area in a stranglehold. Nothing opened without their blessings – especially not a club of any kind.”

“Couldn’t they be paid off?” I asked.

“They could have been,” Alexi replied. “My Uncle Cyril offered them an insulting payment which they took as an insult. The dance club front was almost ready to open when the Kray brothers paid it a visit with a couple of their gang. They slashed the faces of three of the waitresses, broke the bar tender’s fingers and then went on to break both of his legs in at least three places, and then, they got nasty.”

“Then they got nasty?”

“The club manager was Uncle Cyril’s son Dimitri – the beating they gave him was savage beyond belief. They took their time, too. At first, they just used their fists – even then, they managed to break every bone in Dimitri’s face. Anyone else would have been sated after that kind of savagery. But, they were just getting started. After taking a break – they actually had one of the poor waitresses make them ham sandwiches and bring them cups of hot tea – they went back to work in Dimitri. The second time they used ax handles to break his arms, legs and pelvis.”

“Jesus Christ!”

“Dimitri lingered for two weeks on machines before he died,” Alexi said. “Uncle Cyril backed off after that.”

“What happened to the Krays?” I asked.

“Like all meteors, they burned brightly and briefly,” Alexi said. “They eventually went too far and the police were able to make the charges stick. Unfortunately, the death penalty had already been abolished in the United Kingdom.”

“Okay, once the Kray boys were in prison, why didn’t your uncle return to London and open the club?”

“He should have,” Alexi said bitterly. “The truth is that Uncle Cyril just wasn’t the right man to head the family enterprise. What happened to Dimitri made him afraid of London and he always refused to even consider making another try there.”

“Wow – he must really have been shaken,” I said.

“Why do you say that?” Alexi asked, leaning forward in his chair to regard me closely.

“Well, it seems to me that your organization’s resources are pretty formidable in their own right,” I said.

“It is,” Alexi confirmed. “But, what could Uncle Cyril have done?”

“He could taken those two out of the picture,” I said. “With the resources he obviously had, I think it would have been fairly easy to snatch those two hoods off the street or even from their very own beds and make them pay for what they did to his son and the club.”

Alexi smiled across the dimly lit room at me. “Is that what you would have done?”

“Yeah, yeah it is,” I said. “If it was me in that position, I’d have made sure that their payback was long, slow, painful and humiliating.”

“Excellent response,” Alexi said with satisfaction. “It’s exactly what I would have done. But, as I said, Uncle Cyril wasn’t the right person to head the family enterprise. His resolve was too weak to do the things that had to be done.”

“Okay ... and what does this have to do with me?” I asked.

“We want you to run the London club,” Alexi said. “In the beginning, the board of directors will take care of all the big problems - buying the properties, renovations, and things like that. So, you’ll have more than enough free time to attend university. I promise you - the pay is good and the fringe benefits are even better.”

I couldn’t help grinning. “I’m sure they are,” I said. “I have to tell you that I don’t know much about business - taxes and things like that.”

Alexi waved his hand dismissively. “That’s not a problem,” he assured me. “Most of the mundane aspects of the business will be handled by our own accountants and solicitors - you won’t have to worry about things like that too much. Your big job is to manage the private club.”

“Private club?”

“Many of our clubs has a public front - usually a dance club or bar,” Alexi explained. “Then, there’s the real business - the private club.”

“I have to tell you - my head’s swimming,” I said. “This is a bit much. I mean I never even considered something like this. I don’t know if I can do a good job of it.”

“Nonsense!” Alexi countered. “Your instincts were perfect with Bergen. That’s the most important aspect of the manager - addressing the complaints of our clients and dispensing appropriate punishments.” Alexi stood and paced around the room. “Look - here at The Castle, things broke down. The manager here panicked and punished everyone in sight - even people who were innocent...”

“Like Konrad and Yoshi,” I interrupted.

“Exactly - neither of them should have been punished,” Alexi spat. His anger surprised me. “You, on the other hand, reacted in an appropriate and decisive manner. Bergen is being punished both for his insult to Eric and for causing innocent parties pain and inconvenience.”

“So, was this like a test?” I asked.

“No - well, at least not at first,” Alexi said. “But, once we all saw how effective you were - well, it’s obvious that you have a natural talent. Before I even got a chance to suggest you for the London club, the other board members made the suggestion. It was a totally independent and unanimous choice.”

“I’m blown away,” I admitted, leaning back and rubbing my face.

“Do you want it or not?” Alexi pressed.

“Yeah, yeah I do,” I said. “I really do.”

Alexi grinned happily and shook my hand. “Then, it’s a done deal,” he said. “Next break from classes, we can go over to London and look for a place for you and Simon - that is, if you plan to stay with Simon.”

“I do,” I said. I hesitated for a moment before voicing one of the objections that was already nagging at me. “Look Alexi, I’ll only be 18 by the time we graduate.”

“Yes? You see that as a problem of some kind?”

“Well, that’s kind of young to have all that authority and responsibility, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Did you feel too young to handle Bergen?” Alexi asked softly.

“Well – no,” I admitted.

“As you decided the appropriate punishment for him did you once think about your age?”

“No, no I didn’t.”

“Exactly – this job isn’t about age,” Alexi explained. “It’s about mindset and attitude. You’ve got the perfect mindset and attitude – they just need a little seasoning. The only way to get that is through experience.” Alexi smiled at me and passed a hand over his hair, giving me a moment to think about what he’d just said. “So, are you accepting my offer or not?”

“I’d be an idiot to refuse,” I grinned at him.

“And, you’re definitely not an idiot,” Alexi pronounced. “By the way, not that it’s going to be of much concern to you considering your financial situation already – but, the job will make you even wealthier than your wildest dreams.”

“Just out of curiosity – how much is that?” I asked.

Alexi gave me one of his inscrutable looks before answering. “Let’s put it this way – if my poor ancestor Nicholas II had the resources of this enterprise, he’d have remained on the throne of Imperial Russia and Lenin would have died in the obscure poverty he so richly deserved.” He cocked an eyebrow at me and asked if there was anything else on my mind.

I chewed on my lip for a minute and then described the scene between Simon and me in the Jacuzzi. Alexi took his seat again and listened intently, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“Interesting,” Alexi said once I had finished.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “I don’t know if he was kidding or not.”

“Were you kidding?” Alexi countered.

“A little, yeah,” I said. “But, not really.”

“A little,” Alexi repeated. “But, the truth is that you were mostly serious and testing the waters, so to speak, right?” I nodded. Alexi was right and we both knew it. “It sounds to me like Simon was offering himself up to you unconditionally. Like you, pretending to make a joke out of the subject gave him a way out just in case you weren’t serious.”

I thought over what Alexi said and it made sense. I thought back on how excited Simon had been to be inked with a tattoo of my choice, and how excited he was to think about having my name added to his new tattoo. I wondered if it was possible to arrange for Claude to do Simon at the same time as Eric.

“You want my advice?” Alexi asked. “Go ahead and do it. Take him and make him yours now.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” I smiled. “You think Claude can fit Simon into his schedule?”

“I have no doubt that Claude will eagerly jump at the chance to fit Simon into his schedule,” Alexi grinned. “One of his greatest pleasures is in performing castrations - especially on beautiful boys like Simon and Eric. He’s already excited to be doing Simon. I’d be willing to bet Claude would jump at the chance to have two beautiful boys under his knife today.”

The More I thought about having Simon castrated – actually, I guessed it would be semi-castrated since only one testicle would actually be removed and the other one would be implanted back inside his belly. But, he’d look castrated with his sac totally removed. I slowly nodded my head – I couldn’t imagine going back to the States. And, I certainly couldn’t imagine staying anywhere in Europe without Simon by my side.

I left Alexi and wandered through the complex aimlessly. At first, I really wasn’t paying much attention to anything as I moved from place to place, my fists shoved deeply into my trouser pockets. After about twenty minutes or so, I became aware of the reaction my appearance had on the facility employees that I passed. Each one stiffened as I approached and respectfully inclined his or her head as I neared. None of the employees were fawning in their shows of respect – they just acknowledged my status as being higher than theirs. I found that I liked the feeling.

At the next intersection I took the time to reorient myself and headed straight for the surgical wing. Pushing through the swinging doors, I found Sam seated at a small desk filling out some forms. Hearing the doors swing open, he looked up, a stray lock of his reddish-brown hair falling across his brow. He smiled in genuine delight to see me and fairly leaped from his chair.

“Have you come to check on Bergen?” He asked.

“Actually no, I didn’t,” I replied honestly. “But, since I’m here – how is he?”

Sam’s vivid green eyes lit up as he smiled. “Awake off and on,” he replied. “When he’s awake he’s moaning about how terrible and unfair his punishment was.”

“Tough,” I snapped. “He brought it on himself.” I looked around. “Is Claude free?”

“I think he’s in his office,” Sam said. “He doesn’t always let me know when he’s headed someplace else, though. But, I can page him wherever he is.”

“That’s not necessary,” I said. “Maybe you can help me – when is Eric scheduled for his surgery?”

Bending over his desk, Sam ran his finger along a scheduling sheet. “That’s scheduled for late this afternoon – at 5 PM. Are you coming down to watch?”

“Yeah, I am,” I said. “Look, how much of a problem would it be to schedule another procedure for the same time?”

Sam’s green eyes sparkled, as he immediately understood what was behind my request. “So, you’re going to have Simon done at the same time? Cool!” He leaned over and punched a button on the intercom. “Claude? Claude are you available?”

After a few moments, the intercom speaker crackled a little as the Frenchman’s voice came across the wire. “I am just a few moments.”

“I didn’t really get the chance before, but I’d like to thank you for sticking up for Konrad,” Sam said. “He’s a good mate.”

“He’s a good person, period,” I said. “He never should have been blamed in any way for Bergen’s actions.” Staring at the handsome medical assistant, I impulsively decided that I wanted him, Diana, Brigitta, and Konrad to accompany me to London. The four were talented, good natured, and pleasing to look at.

“Bon jour … bon jour,” Claude called as he entered the room. “It is a pleasure to see you so soon.”

“Bon jour, Claude,” I replied. “You’re operating on Eric later today, I understand.”

“Oui, this afternoon I operate,” Claude confirmed.

“Look would it be much trouble for you to schedule another procedure at the same time?” I asked.

Claude shrugged. “That would depend on how complicated a procedure it is,” he replied.

“I want the same procedure you’re doing on Eric done to Simon,” I said. “Would that be possible?”

Claude’s face broke into a broad smile. “Possible?” He asked. “That would be a pleasure – the surgery itself is simplicity and the subject is beautiful. One as beautiful as your Simon should have been altered much earlier. But, it is still not too late.” Claude bustled over to the desk and grabbed a pen and fresh orders chart. “Your desire for Simon?”

“For now, exactly the same as Alexi plans for Eric,” I said confidently. “One testicle removed entirely along with the scrotum and the other testicle implanted back in his belly.”

“As I said, simplicity,” Claude beamed. “A cut here, a snip there, a tuck and voila – your boy will be even more beautiful than he was before.” Claude walked me out of the surgical suite.

It took some time and a couple of wrong turns, but I finally managed to find my way back to the communications suite where I found Alexi speaking to someone on the phone. He gave me a wave and indicated the large wing chair I had occupied earlier. Yoshi was standing almost in the shadows by a serving cart. Seeing me, he held up a pot of coffee and looked questioningly in my direction. Yoshi didn’t need to be reminded of my preferences and served my coffee exactly as I liked it – light cream and sugar.

Finishing his conversation, Alexi accepted a refill from the Japanese slave before turning to me. “You’ve got something on your mind,” he said.

“Yes, yes I do,” I admitted. “First though, I’ve had Simon added to the surgery schedule this afternoon when you’re having Eric done.”

“Excellent – good job,” Alexi congratulated me. “But, there’s more?”

“Yes – it’s about the position in London,” I said.

“Not having second thoughts?”

“No – but I have been thinking about it,” I said. “I’ll be needing an entire staff there, right?”

“Of course you will.”

“Well, I’d like to start with some staff that I’m familiar with,” I said.

“Anyone in particular?” Alexi asked.

“I’d like Konrad, Brigitta, Sam, Diana,” sipping my coffee, a sudden thought struck me and I glanced over at Yoshi, “and Yoshi to accompany me there.”

“You have good taste,” Alexi said admiringly. “Konrad and Brigitta are no problem. I’m sure they’ll be happy to accompany you to London. Yoshi is a slave owned outright by The Castle – as of now, he belongs to you and Simon. Think of it as a hiring bonus.”

“What about Sam and Diana? Is there a problem?”

“A slight one,” Alexi admitted. “They are not indentured directly to The Castle, but to Claude. You will probably have to purchase their indenture directly from him.” Alexi smiled. “But, with your personal resources, that shouldn’t be a problem. Of course, that simply means that their indenture will probably have to be extended. But somehow, I suspect that you won’t mind that.”

“No, not really,” I grinned.

Alexi turned back to the communications console, lifted a handset and jabbed at a button. From the speaker I could hear several buzzes before someone responded on the other end. “Personnel, how can I help you?”

“This is Alexi Yousouppov, remove slave Yoshi from all facility rosters,” Alexi ordered. “Send another slave to Communications to assume Yoshi’s duties immediately.”

“Has there been a problem, sir?” The nervousness in the voice on the speaker was clearly evident.

“Relax, Emil,” Alexi said in a comforting tone. “Yoshi has new Masters. The fact that he was specifically requested reflects very well on how you’ve been training the slaves.” Alexi broke the connection and shook his head in amusement. “Emil gets nervous at the best of times – but after the incident with Bergen, he really needs reassurance.” Standing, Alexi faced Yoshi and pulled a key ring from his pocket. “Come here, Yoshi.”

Kneeling in front of Alexi, the Japanese slave bowed his head as Alexi unlocked the steel collar around his neck. To my surprise, Alexi helped Yoshi to his feet and congratulating him with a friendly, but formal embrace before leading Yoshi over to me.

As the three of us walked back to the suite, Alexi explained that Yoshi would be moving to a set of small servants quarters next to the suite, which was now permanently reserved for my exclusive use. As a private slave, Yoshi couldn’t continue to live in The Castle’s slave quarters – and he clearly couldn’t live in the dorm at school. That issue settled, Alexi suggested going up to the main floor and visiting the leather shop to get Yoshi a new collar.

The club on the main floor was empty and quiet. Chairs were stacked neatly on top of the tables where they had been put when the cleaning crew had moved through the room to sweep and mop the floors. Weaving our way through the tables through the empty room, Alexi headed straight for an arched doorway on the other side of the room. A darkened neon sign in German spelled out Leather Rack in German. I expected to find the shop empty and was surprised to find a skinny young man, his bleached white hair in a spiky “bed head” style bending over a lap top computer on the counter. His narrow, pointed nose was so close to the screen that it was almost touching it. He didn’t even bother to look up as we entered.

“Hey! We’re closed,” the young man yelled out without bothering to look up. I was surprised to recognize his accent as American – not only American, but pure Southern California American.

“Even to me?” Alexi asked with amusement in his voice.

The change in the clerk was electrifying – he jerked his head up as if someone had grabbed a handful of his tousled hair and yanked it back. “Whoa, sorry about that man,” the clerk gushed. “I didn’t notice it was you – been trying to get the books straight. Some of the dudes writin’ up the sales slips don’t bother writin’ out the product code, so the inventory don’t tally right.”

“What’s the solution, Sumner?” Alexi asked.

“The solution is to get computer scanners and scan everything in when a sale is made,” Sumner answered quickly. “But, the General Manager wants to keep everything lookin’ quaint. I mean – if it was up to that suit we’d be writing everything up with a quill in one of them big Dickens style ledger books.” He came out from behind the counter. “Okay, okay – it’s like all a part of the atmosphere and that’s cool. But, it’s like a total pain in the ass to get everything straight so that I can keep the inventory straight.”

“Well, why can’t you do both?” I asked.

“What’s that?” Alexi asked.

“Why not put scanners in place and bar codes on the merchandise tags,” I said. “That way it can be scanned and the clerk making the sale can also write up a ticket.”

“Dude!” Sumner exclaimed, rushing from behind the counter to grab my hand. “That would work – I give a little bit and the GM suit gives a little. Hell, man, I could even print bar code stickers to put on the store copy of the receipts.”

“There – that seems to solve everyone’s concerns,” Alexi observed. “Why didn’t either of you think of it before?”

Sumner looked at Alexi with a look of amused shock. “If it was up to me, there wouldn’t be no pencils in here,” he laughed. “I’d have this place so high tech it’d blow your mind. Hell, I’d be happy never to use cash – just take cards. Swipe it through the machine, transfer the funds and BAM – the transaction is complete. The computer would print a sales receipt for the customer and keep an electronic copy for the store.”

Alexi laughed. “In other words – each of you was so set on only one solution that you missed a third alternative.”

Sumner shrugged. “That’s about it, dude.” He looked us over and rubbed his hands together. “So, what can I do for you?”

“We need a new collar for Yoshi here,” Alexi explained, waving in Yoshi’s direction.

Sumner circled around the Japanese slave, eyeing him critically. Yoshi stood perfectly still as Sumner continued to circle him. The skinny store manager finally stopped moving. “Well, he clearly don’t need a training collar,” Sumner decided. “From the shaved head, I thought he was a newbie – but, it’s clear he’s trained. So, let’s see what we got.”

Sumner spun on his heel and moved off towards the back. Following him, we found that the skinny Californian was already laying out a selection of various collars on one of the back counters. He had a mix of metal, leather, and neoprene collars on the counter.

“Now, the good thing about the steel and neoprene collars is that the slave can wear the collar 24/7 – even in the shower,” Sumner explained. “And then, there’s the leather collars.” Sumner waved his hands lovingly over the leather collars he had selected. “Now, for my money, there’s nothing quite like a good leather collar. Of course, you don’t want to be ruining these by getting them wet – so they have to come off when the slave is in the shower. And, a leather collar requires a little more maintenance.”

“But that just gives the slave something to do in his free time,” I said softly.

“Exactly, dude!” Sumner held his hand up for a high five, grinning broadly when I smacked it resoundingly.

I picked up a wide, stiff padded black leather collar. It had a formidable looking buckle and three D-rings around it – one on each side and one in the back. I picked it up and held it out to Yoshi. “What do you think? You’re going to be wearing it and caring for it.”

Yoshi gulped as he reverently took the collar from my hands. “It’s beautiful, sir.”

That was all I needed to hear. I took the collar back and immediately buckled it around my new slave’s neck. “We’ll take it,” I said over my shoulder. Turning back to the clerk, I looked around. “I’d also like matching wrist and ankle cuffs.”

“Cool,” Sumner exclaimed. “Can I make a suggestion, dude?”

“Shoot.”

“There’s an accessory strap that you can buy for this collar,” he explained. “It attaches to the collar and can hang down over the slave’s back or down over his chest if you want. It has wrist restraints attached to keep the slave’s hands out of the way.”

“Sounds good,” I said. “I’ll take it.”

As Sumner got the strap, I perused the various collars and selected a narrower one with silver studs all the way around. It was more decorative than functional as a slave collar. I’d bring Simon up here later to be properly fitted for a good slave’s collar. But until then, this collar would suit the plan that was beginning to form in my head.

I was just about to check out with everything when Alexi stepped up close and whispered in my ear. “You think he can’t be trusted?” I asked.

“Why not ask Yoshi,” Alexi suggested smoothly.

“Yoshi, after the break ends, I’ll have to be at the school during the week,” I said. “You’ll have a lot of unsupervised time – can you be trusted not to wank off during that time?”

Yoshi’s darted from side to side as his face colored. “I will do my absolute best to behave, sir,” Yoshi replied. He lowered his head. “But, I must be honest and admit that I cannot always resist the temptation. I’m sorry, sir.”

“Don’t be sorry for being honest,” I replied. “I’ll just have to remove the temptation from you.” Yoshi’s dark eyes widened in fright. “Don’t worry,” I laughed. “I’m not going to have you castrated – at least not yet. There might come a time for that, but for now I like you intact.”

“Sumner, what do you have by way of chastity devices?” I asked.

“You already mentioned the best one – castration,” he replied, giving Yoshi an appraising look. I knew that Sumner was already imagining what the Japanese slave would look like with his balls and sac removed. The idea had a certain appeal. Yoshi had a delightfully trim body and in my opinion, it would only look better with nothing hanging between his legs and directly beneath his cock.

Sumner led us to another case on the other side of the leather shop and proudly showed the various chastity devices. I was amazed at how many different styles were available. Looking over the devices available, I was immediately drawn to a curved metal tube attached to a handcuff.

“Cool choice, dude,” Sumner said in admiration. “This is a deluxe model that has been slightly modified to The Castle standards.” He removed the cock cuff from the case, produced a hex wrench and used it to open the locking screws to open the tube showing that the bottom half of the tube was welded directly to the handcuff. “With the original version, the tube was slid over the slave’s cock. On this one, the top and bottom come apart to fit over the slave’s dick, encasing it. Once it is screwed back down, the handcuff is locked around his cock and balls to keep it in place.”

Sumner came out from behind the counter and fitted the two halves of the tube over Yoshi’s dick. He screwed it down and locked the cuff around the slave’s genitals.

“Without the hex wrench, the slave can’t get the tube off his cock,” Sumner assured me. “But, if you notice, there are small rings here and here.” Sumner pointed to two small rings at the top and bottom of the tube. “Attach padlocks and the slave will need bolt cutters to remove the tube.” Sumner stood and patted the steel tube. “Shall I leave it on?”

“Yes, do that,” I replied.

At the main counter, I paid for the things I’d bought and then turned to Yoshi, the collar in my hands. He bowed without being told to do so and waited patiently for me to put the leather collar around his neck and buckle it snugly in place. He rose and obediently held out his wrists for me to attach the leather wrist cuffs. Moments later, I had the ankle cuffs in place and stepped back to admire my new slave.

“I don’t know about you, but I like it,” Alexi said. “He looks good.”

I didn’t need to ask Yoshi how he felt – for one thing, it didn’t really matter. But, from the way he stared down at himself admiring the cock cuff and his wrist and ankle restraints, I could tell that he liked his new accessories.

“I’ll leave Yoshi to guide you back to the suite,” Alexi said. “The Castle can be a little confusing until you get used to all the turns and corridors down there. I have a few things to attend to,” he checked his watch. “But, I’ll be seeing you a little later this afternoon.”

It was a good thing that I had Yoshi with me – otherwise, it might have taken me the rest of the day to get to my destination. As it was, Yoshi had us there in just a few minutes. Entering the suite, I found to my amusement that Simon was still naked. He had been watching television, but hearing me return, he leapt up and hurried into my arms. Impulsively, I swept him off his feet and carried him over to the sofa. Yoshi slipped off to a corner of the room and took up an unobtrusive position.

Simon started to open his mouth to ask about the Japanese slave, but I didn’t let him speak at all – instead, I covered his mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth with passion. Cradling him in my lap like he was a baby, I ran my free hand down his smooth chest to his belly and finally, to his slender dick. I just held his dick in my hand, not stroking it. At the moment, I just wanted to hold his manhood in my hand. And then, letting go of his dick, I began to fondle his balls in his loose sac. I tried to imagine reaching under his dick and finding nothing at all – no sac with two balls, no empty sac, no nothing. To my surprise, I liked that mental image.

In my mind, I went back over our conversation in the Jacuzzi – the truth was that I hadn’t really been kidding. I liked the idea of taking Simon’s balls from him. I knew that for Simon the offer of giving up his balls was a sign of how sincere his offer of commitment was to me. I tried to imagine how he’d look without those two orbs hanging between his thighs. The more I stared at his tackle, the more delightful the idea appeared to me. I sat Simon up and told him to take a seat opposite me and relayed Alexi’s offer to me. His eyes widened in surprise at the offer. I casually mentioned that we’d have to find a nice place to live in London - someplace with two bedrooms. One for guests, and the other for the two of us.

“That is – if you want to come with me to London,” I said. “Don’t say anything yet – if you choose to come with me, you know that it will be as my personal property.”

“I know,” Simon said in a small voice.

“The choice is yours,” I said, reaching into my pocket and withdrawing the decorative collar. I laid it on the coffee table between us. “Before you pick that up and put it on, think of just what that means. Put that collar on and you are giving yourself to me – you’ll be totally mine.”

Simon stared at the collar on the table. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his lips as he stared down at the collar while his fingers twitched and quivered. I watched him carefully. For a moment, I was almost afraid he’d refuse the collar. Suddenly, his hand darted out and he snatched up the collar. He held it in his hands for a moment before putting it around his neck. He stood and looked expectantly at me.

“You look fantastic with that collar around your neck,” I said, meaning every word.

His beautiful brown eyes sparkled brightly as he jumped back into my lap, excitedly covering my face in a flurry of kisses before resting his head on my shoulder. I liked the way his soft, short silky hair felt against my cheek.

Reaching down, I tenderly stroked his smooth balls, feeling their weight in the palm of my hand. Simon’s slender dick responded instantly and grew hard. Simon squirmed in my lap as I continued stroking his balls in their delicate, loose sac. It really wasn’t too late to cancel the appointment I had made with Claude. But, the truth was that I really didn’t want to cancel – I wanted to assert my authority over my boy. I wanted him and anyone else who saw him naked to know he was taken.

My heart began beating more rapidly as the thought played over and over in my mind. Simon had offered himself to me earlier and I really didn’t think he had been joking. Those warm, firm balls in my hand belonged to me and altering Simon bound me to him and him to me.

I kissed the top of his head, taking delight in the way his honey-colored hair tickled my lips. “You belong to me, don’t you,” I said softly. “You’re my special boy.”

Simon tensed up a little and turned to face me, his big doe eyes staring at me expectantly. He licked his lips, glancing nervously down at his balls when I gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Earlier you offered these to me,” I said, giving him another gentle squeeze. “I’ve decided to accept your offer.” Simon bowed his head, a slight tremor running through his slender body. “You don’t have anything to be afraid of,” I promised him.

“I-I’m not afraid,” Simon said, turning his angelic face back to me. “Well, maybe I am just a little. But, if you do that then it means....”

“It does mean that,” I finished, kissing the tip of his nose.

He nodded. He understood. “H-how much ... I mean when....”

I checked my watch. “In just a little while,” I answered. “In fact, we’ll need to get moving soon.”

“That soon?”

“That soon,” I confirmed, giving his balls another squeeze as I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. “Best to get it over and done with as soon as possible.”

Alexi and Claude greeted us warmly when I ushered Simon into the surgical suite. I had led him through the corridors from our suite totally naked except for a leather collar around his neck. Simon had been a bit reluctant to leave the suite totally naked at first, but after passing a couple of club employees who cast admiring glances in his direction, Simon began to relax. Yoshi, Konrad and Brigitta were there standing off to one side with Eric. The four of them rushed over to Simon, smothering him with hugs as they congratulated him for making such an important commitment.

“He’s going look fantastic after Claude finishes with him,” Alexi said, watching the group on the other side of the room.

“I know,” I agreed.

“I shall do my most excellent work for both of your boys,” Claude promised. “But, it really isn’t such a hard job - a few snips, a cut here and there, tucking the remaining testicle up inside, and then - viola, the job is done. Really, there is nothing to it.”

“So, what happens next?” I asked.

“Well, the preparation is made very simple,” Claude explained. “Both patients are already shaved – they will be given a light sedative and then made comfortable on their respective operating tables. At that point, I will administer general anesthetic – if that is desired – and they will drift off into a deep, relaxing sleep. If general anesthetic is not desired, I will administer a series of local injections to numb the patients. And then – snip, tuck, and stitch and it is all over.”

“Sounds simple,” I said.

“It is,” Claude smiled. “It is so simple that even you could do it – with a minimum of training, of course.”

“I think we both agree that anything done to our boys is best left in the hands of experts,” Alexi said.

Claude turned and looked up at me intently. “I understand that you are to be congratulated on your new position in London,” he said.

“News seems to travel fast around here,” I said dryly.

“It does,” Claude admitted. “I also understand you desire to take Sam and Diana away from me.”

“Well, I would like them to come with me to London – yes, that’s true,” I admitted. “Is it a problem for you?”

“Problem?” Claude chuckled. “Not necessarily – I shall miss them, of course. But, I understand you are able to buy their indenture from me.”

“With a reasonable profit,” I said.

“But, of course – that is understood,” Claude said. He named an exorbitant figure and waited, watching me from narrowed eyes.

“I said reasonable,” I replied and countered with another figure.

“Each,” Claude said.

“For the both of them,” I said pleasantly, but firmly.

The French doctor countered with another, only slightly lower offer than his first one. We continued bantering back and forth for about ten minutes – neither of us giving much ground to the other. I was beginning to think that we wouldn’t be able to reach a compromise. Claude thrust his hands deep into the pockets of his lab coat and rocked back and forth on his heels, his eyes impassive. I thought he was going to refuse my last offer when his face suddenly creased in a broad smile, his eyes sparkling. “You have spent time in the Middle East on holiday, yes?”

“Yes, I have,” I admitted.

“I should have guessed – you are too skilled in bargaining,” he laughed. “The offer is more than fair and quite acceptable.” He leaned close to me, lowering his voice. “The truth is that I am already growing bored with them.” He glanced across the room at Sam and Diana. “There are two new young people that I have had my eye on.” Claude glanced at me and gave a helpless shrug. “What can I say? I’m fickle I admit it. And, I don’t have the financial resources to afford more than two indentured servants at a time. Your offer comes at a most convenient time.”

Before I could say anything in reply, Claude bowed and hurried across the room to examine both Simon and Eric. Alexi patted my arm and drew me a few steps farther back.

“Is there a problem with Sam and Diana?” I asked.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Alexi assured me. “Claude’s personal vice is in physical transformations – he enjoys making beautiful people even more beautiful. Plastic surgery was his specialty.”

“Was?”

“Claude had a bit of a problem with the law,” Alexi explained. “Officially, he is no longer permitted to practice his craft. But, since we here at The Castle exist outside the realm of officialdom, Claude’s little problem is really our windfall.”

“Was The Castle behind his difficulties?”

“No,” Alexi shook his head. “Oh, we might have considered it – but the truth is that he didn’t come to our attention until his legal problems were in the newspapers. At that point, we stepped in and offered him an opportunity to continue to live in a style to which he is accustomed and practice his craft.” Alexi laughed softly. “Happily for us, Claude has very expensive tastes and very few moral objections.”

Sam appeared at our side and offered to help us change into surgical scrubs if we wanted to sit in on the surgery. We followed him into a changing room where he laid out pale green outfits for each of us, and then showed us how to wash up before escorting us into the operating room.

Two operating tables occupied by Simon and Eric stood side by side under the bright lights. Each of them had an IV bag suspended above their tables – the clear tube already connected to their veins. Diana had stools sitting by the head of each table. Simon smiled nervously up at me as I took my place on the stool by his side. I offered him a reassuring smile and stroked his face comfortingly.

“Scared?” I asked.

“Not anymore,” Simon said, his voice a little slurred. I noticed that his eyes were slightly glazed and glanced up at Diana. She whispered to me that both boys had been given a mild sedative already, adding that I shouldn’t be surprised if Simon dozed off. I reached out and laid a hand on his smooth, bare chest.

“That feels good,” Simon muttered.

“Does it?” I smiled down at him. “How does this feel?” I began gently massaging his chest and whispering comfortingly to him. A sleepy smile spread across Simon’s face as I continued to rub his chest. Diana explained that it wasn’t unusual for some patients to fall asleep even with the mild dosage used. I nodded and continued rubbing Simon’s chest, watching as his heavy eyelids fluttered several times before sagging closed.

At the other table, Claude was already busy operating on Eric. His back hid most of the procedure from my gaze, but Alexi looked over and nodded confidently that everything was going smoothly. Suddenly, Claude straightened and motioned for Sam to hold out a small tray. As I watched, Claude reached out and laid a grayish-blue orb in the tray that was streaked with red. It took a moment before I realized that I was looking at one of Eric’s testicles and that the operation was already so far along.

Under my hand, Simon’s chest rose and fell with contented regularity. His sleeping face was relaxed and looked almost content. I looked back to the other table and noticed that Eric was still awake. His face was wet and he looked a little frightened as he watched Claude work, and yet he managed to give Alexi a little smile. Alexi cradled Eric’s head in his arms, comforting him as the operation continued.

Aside from some comments from Claude and the music playing in the background, the operating room was soothingly silent. I stroked Simon’s soft hair and admired his delicate features, delighted as always by how beautiful he was.

And then, Sam had left Eric’s table and was standing over Simon and lifting his legs into the stirrups. He paused once when Simon stirred, but when he didn’t wake continued getting my boy into position. He applied restraints to each leg, softly explaining that the restraints were just to keep Simon from involuntarily jerking during the operation. With Simon’s legs raised and spread wide, Sam began applying liberal amounts of Betadyne antiseptic solution to Simon’s smooth groin. The liquid stained Simon’s skin orange.

“He’s ready, Doctor,” Sam said softly as he stepped away from the table.

As Claude approached the table, Diana wheeled a cart laden with surgical instruments into position. Claude took his time examining Simon’s scrotum. He delicately kneaded each testicle between his fingers before motioning for a syringe and beginning the injections of local anesthetic.

“He looks like an angel,” Claude said studying Simon’s peaceful face. “We’re ready to begin,” he announced. “I’m going to take his right testicle – it’s the larger of the two. The left testicle will be returned to the inguinal canal. After I remove the empty scrotum, this beautiful young man will present a smooth appearance below this nice little penis.”

Claude held out his hand and Sam expertly slapped a scalpel into it with a smack. I watched as Claude made a small incision on the right side of Simon’s scrotum. I had expected the incision to be larger and bleed much more than it did. Claude eased the right testicle through the small incision, swiftly tied it off and using surgical scissors made a single snip. That’s all it took and Simon’s testicle was gone. Once again, I watched as Claude deposited a grayish-blue orb in the small pan Sam held out to him. Last time it was Eric’s testicle – this time, it was Simon’s turn.

With the right testicle removed, Claude continued his work. He removed the scrotum entirely, exposing the remaining testicle. Claude glanced up at me and explained that once he had moved the left testicle, he’d trim the ends of the scrotum so that once Simon was healed, there wouldn’t be any trace that it had even existed. I doubted he’d be able to quite manage that – surely, I thought, Simon would have a lasting scar. True, I’d probably be the only one to get the chance to see that scar, but I was positive that a scar would remain.

I couldn’t see everything from where I was sitting, but before Claude bandaged Simon’s incision he gave me a chance to take a look at his work. I was amazed and began to believe that the surgeon was right after all. Only a thin red line indicated where Simon’s scrotum had been. Claude explained that as Simon healed, the scar would fade and become almost imperceptible. He was proud of his skill and was eager to show it off.

Returning to the suite, I discovered that Yoshi hadn’t been idle while we were away. He had the bed covers turned down and had called for extra pillows. A rolling serving cart held a variety of chilled fruit juices and bottled water for when Simon awoke. Once we had Simon arranged on the bed and covered with a sheet, I carefully climbed onto the bed and took him in my arms, cradling him while he slept.

Simon woke about an hour later with a slight groan. “Are you in much pain?” I asked. “Claude sent some pain killers up with you.”

“It hurts, but not real bad,” Simon croaked. “But, I could use something to drink – my mouth and throat are dry.”

“Would you like some fruit juice or some water?” Yoshi asked quickly moving to the cart, his hands hovering over the carafes. He held the glass of pear nectar that Simon had selected, and positioned the bent straw so that Simon didn’t have to move too much.

“How’s it look?” Simon finally asked.

“Beautiful,” I assured him. “The whole operation went quickly and smoothly.”

“I wanted to watch,” Simon said, disappointment in his voice. “Why’d they put me to sleep?”

“They didn’t,” I laughed. “They gave you a mild sedative and it relaxed you so much you just conked out.” I thought about the hidden cameras I had learned about earlier. “It might be possible that the operation was taped. I’ll check on that and bring you the tape if it was. How’s that?” I stroked his hair, brushing his short fringe from his forehead. “Sorry?”

“Hell no!” Simon shot back with surprising vigor.

“Good,” I smiled and patted his face. “Now, I want you to take one of the pills Claude sent up and get some rest.” I wagged a warning finger at him when he opened his mouth to protest. “I’m not kidding – Claude said you need to get as much rest as possible today. So, no arguments.”

By the next day, Simon was walking around the suite a little and able to sit up without too much discomfort. True, he was walking stiffly – but at least he was on his feet. I was a bit concerned about whether he’d really be ready to return to the school grounds in a few days. As it turned out, Mother Nature solved that problem for me. I was in the middle of giving Simon a sponge bath when Alexi entered and announced that our winter break had unexpectedly been extended.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Haven’t you put the television on at all?” Alexi asked incredulously.

“No, I haven’t.”

“There’s a blizzard going on up there,” Alexi explained. “There’s already a couple of feet on the ground and more is coming. And then, that creaky boiler at the school went out. It’s going to take at least ten days to get it up and running again. They have to wait for the snow to stop, and then get a new boiler installed.”

“Great – then Eric and Simon will be up on their feet and walking normally by then.”

“School!” Simon exclaimed, his face taking on a sickly hue. “I forgot all about school.”

“What about it?” I asked.

“Everyone will know about what I’ve had done,” Simon groaned. “What can I tell them?”

“For one thing, you don’t have to tell anyone anything,” I said. “However, if you really feel that you must – tell them the truth. You are my property and I wanted you modified.” Simon looked horrified at the thought of coming out to our mates at school. He really had forgotten that we’d have to return to the campus – at least for the rest of the term. “Now, how is anyone going to know about you? The trousers at school are so baggy that no one’s going to be able to tell that you have less of a package between your legs.”

“But what about in the showers?”

“What about them?” I laughed. “Have you forgotten that we have individual private shower stalls? Instead of parading down the corridor in your tight underpants, you’ll just have to wear a robe from now on.”

Simon’s face brightened at the simple solution. “I hadn’t thought of that,” he said relieved. Suddenly, his face clouded again. “But, what about Eric’s tattoo? Everyone’s going to see that.”

Alexi chuckled. “Well, isn’t that the purpose of a tattoo across the back of a shaved head – to let the whole world see it?” He turned to go, and stopped and turned around. “Join me in the salon in about an hour – Eric’s having his head shaved again. It’s got to stay smooth.”

I followed Alexi out into the living room. “What’s going on?” I asked.

Alexi offered me a half smile and cocked his eyebrow at me. “Going on?” He asked innocently. “Just thought it might be nice to get our boys out of their rooms for a bit, and like I said – it’s time to get Eric’s head shaved smooth again.”

By the time Simon, Yoshi, and I reached the salon, Eric had already been strapped down into the barber chair. Konrad was already in the process of massaging lather all over the slave’s head. He smiled from the chair when he saw Simon come into the room.

“Good to see you up,” Eric said.

“Thanks – you too,” Simon said. “How’re you feeling?”

“Stiff, but okay.”

Simon nodded, “Yeah, me too.”

Eric’s smile faded as Konrad took the straight razor and began slowly scraping away the lather and the fuzz that had grown on his skull. He looked over at us and forced a smile. “Can you imagine the reaction from everyone when they see my head?”

It didn’t take Konrad long to render Eric’s dome totally smooth again. Instead of releasing the bindings holding him into the chair, Konrad slipped into the other room and returned with a small box in his hands. I wondered what Alexi had in store for Eric this time. To my total amazement, Konrad pulled out a wig that was the exact same color and texture that Eric’s hair had been. He fitted it over Eric’s head and made a couple of adjustments before taking a brush and brushing the wig out.

“That looks perfect, Alexi,” I said. “It looks exactly like his own hair did.”

“It should,” Alexi said dryly. “It is his hair. I had it made into a wig for him while we’re at school. Konrad will trim and style it a little. Once it’s glued onto his head, no one will know the difference.”

I spun around to face Alexi. “You sneaky bastard,” I laughed. “You had this planned all along. You never intended to force Eric to let everyone at the school see his tattooed head.”

“Why should I?” Alexi said, his grin deepening the dimples in his face. “For now, it’s enough for me that Eric was willing to submit to my will. And, it’s enough for him to know that I can expose him if I choose.”

By the time the snowplows had cleared the roads and the school had the new boiler installed, both Eric and Simon were back up on their feet and walking without any hint of stiffness. Konrad had showed Eric how to apply the glue to his scalp to keep his wig firmly in place. To all outward appearances – aside from Simon’s new hairstyle, nothing had changed about either of them.

In public, we were all just really close friends – maybe Eric and Simon were a little more deferential to Alexi and I, but not in any way that made anyone notice. In private, however, we both kept our boys naked and clean- from the neck down. Claude had been right about their scars – the thin, white scars had faded to the point that I really had to search to find Simon’s.

We spent every weekend at The Castle where Yoshi greeted us enthusiastically. While Yoshi was genuinely glad to be with us again, I had to suspect that another reason for his enthusiasm was because I removed the cock cuff chastity device each weekend. The freedom was a mixed blessing for the Japanese slave – he was free from the confinements of the metal tube, but his cock’s freedom came with a price. Each weekend, Simon and I took turns wanking the Japanese slave’s dick until he was unable to cum anymore. By the end of the weekend, Yoshi was almost happy to have his dick encased in the metal tube again.

As the weeks progressed, all of us settled into a steady routine of classes during the week and weekends at The Castle. Yoshi’s hair was growing back nicely and it wasn’t long before his hair was long enough to gel and brush stylishly. My weekends in The Castle weren’t all fun and games and relaxation – I was called on regularly to oversee punishments of slaves who had committed infractions, or the initial training of new slaves. Actually, the punishments weren’t all that difficult – most of the slaves up for punishment had committed minor infractions of the rules, so it didn’t require much imagination to deal with them.

“Where do all the slaves come from?” I asked Alexi one day.

“Some come to us on their own,” he answered. “Some are bought through slave dealers, and some are actually sold to us by their very own families.”

“Their own families?”

“And, not just from the underdeveloped nations, either,” Alexi added. “We get more than our share of new slaves directly from their families from most of the developed nations. In short, we get our new stock from just about every source you can imagine.” He guided me deeper into the lower basement levels. “We’ve got a couple of real difficult cases in this week.” Alexi gave me a sideways glance. “One’s an American and the other a Brit – they come to us from one of our more unique sources.”

“And, that would be?”

“Indirectly from their families, by way of the legal system,” Alexi explained. “From time to time certain families find their offspring are a bit too embarrassing to deal with. Their exploits bring them to the repeated attention of the legal system. If the family is influential enough – and embarrassed enough – there are certain sources in court systems all over the world that make it possible for the offspring to simply disappear. The families are then left to make up their own excuses for the disappearance of the young offender."

“And what excuse is normally used?” I asked.

“There are several, but the most common one is that the missing heir has run off to join an obscure religious cult,” Alexi chuckled as he led me into an observation gallery. Monitors displayed images of a corridor filled with cells. Only two of the cells were occupied. “Those holding cells are on the other side of this wall.”

I barely heard him as I leaned closer to the monitors to examine each of the boys in turn. Both were youthfully handsome – if they were cleaned up a bit better, they’d border on being beautiful. As it was, both looked as if they’d spent about a week or more without a shower. Their hair was greasy, uncombed, and matted.

“What’s going to be done with them?” I asked.

“That’s up to you,” Alexi said coldly. “Neither one is wanted by his family – in fact, each family was clear that they didn’t want either one of them turning up in public again. They are an embarrassment.” He sighed. “They’re your new project. As beautiful as they are, they’d be a welcome addition to the slave cadre here. But, if they prove resistant to training,” Alexi shrugged fatalistically. “Well, there are other slave markets – mostly in the Middle East, where slaves like this will bring a return on our investments.”

I nodded. “What limitations do I have?”

“Basically none,” Alexi said. “We’d prefer that you don’t maim or cripple them, of course. Other than that – you are free to do what you decide must be done to train them.”

I leaned closer to the monitors to examine the two teens. “Can these cameras zoom in?” I asked without looking up. Alexi silently pushed a button to zoom in closer on each cell until I signaled him to stop. One had deep auburn hair that was about chin length, and the other had longish wavy light brown hair. The redhead sat with his back to the wall, his arms wrapped around his knees. He looked like he was slightly shocked. The other teen paced his cell like a caged animal. I finally made my decision and straightened. “I’ll need some time to think about what would work best with these two,” I said.

The corners of Alexi’s mouth turned up slightly. “Interesting how you phrased that,” he said in amusement. “Not so very long ago you would have asked me if you could have a little time – already, you have become more decisive.” He nodded his head. “Take whatever time you need.”

Back in the suite, I thought about the problem facing me with Simon by my side. His head rested against my chest and I stroked his silky hair. It didn’t take much in the brains department to know that Alexi was presenting me with yet another test of my abilities. Our Spring Break wasn’t far off and all of us already had reservations to fly to London. I knew that it wasn’t enough to just break the two new slaves – that could be accomplished easily enough with drugs or brute force. I was mulling the problem over in my mind and running my fingers through Simon’s hair when I absently became aware that Simon’s hair was longer than I liked it.

“I’ve been neglecting you lately,” I murmured.

“Huh?”

“Your hair is too long,” I said. “I should have made an appointment with Konrad to keep you neatly groomed….” My voice trailed off. I had made Simon my slave by dominating him, to be sure, but at the same time I had made it clear that as my slave, he was my responsibility. I was responsible for his well being, his comfort, and even his grooming. Grinning smugly, I pulled Simon to me and covered his face in kisses.

“What’s that for?” Simon asked.

“For showing me how to take care of business,” I said, kissing the top of his head. Taking Simon in my arms, I stood, easily lifting his slight body. “And, speaking of business – the I have some business with you that I need to take care of right now.”

I carried him into our bedroom and laid him out on the bed. He reached up to unbutton his shirt, but I stopped him. Standing over my boy, I reached down and slowly stripped his clothes from him. As I exposed his smooth chest, I bend forward and licked each nipple, making them hard and erect. I climbed onto the bed, straddling Simon’s narrow hips and lightly explored his body with my fingertips, smiling as when he trembled and shivered with mounting excitement. I bent over him, licking, kissing, and nibbling at his soft neck.

“I’m going to give you a treat you haven’t had in a long time,” I whispered. “You earned it today without even realizing it.”

“What treat is that?” He asked, his voice trembling.

Rising, I grinned wolfishly at him and shifted farther down on the bed until I was straddling his knees and began unbuckling his trousers. Simon’s eyes widened with excitement, anticipation, and desire. Normally, his sexual relief came only when I let his toss off, or tossed him off myself. Receiving head was a very rare treat for him. Exposing his small, slender cock, I licked the hairless skin of his lower belly while I stroked the smooth skin under his cock where his scrotum used to be.

Simon gasped and wriggled under me, but I grabbed his hips to hold him still as I opened my mouth wide and engulfed his erect dick. I had almost forgotten how good he tasted as the crystal clear precum oozing from the head of his dick hit my tongue. His fluid was sweet and delicious as I swirled my tongue around his erection. I realized that sucking his cock was as much a treat for me as it was for him. I took my time working my mouth around his dick, savoring the feel of taste of it in my mouth. I felt Simon’s fingers grab at my longer hair, grab locks and hold on to them, as he grew more and more excited.

I took Simon to the brink of orgasm at least three times before backing off and not giving him release. The sound of his excited gasps and cries was like music to my ears as his excitement grew. And, as his excitement grew more and more frenzied, so did mine. Reaching up, I grabbed his nipples between the fingers of each of my hands and twisted them just enough to make him gasp again. I felt his fingers tighten in my hair as his hips lifted from the bed scant seconds before his sweet juices filled my mouth.

I let his dick go soft in my mouth before I released him. I rested my head on his hip, my face just inches away from his flaccid penis. I was so tempted to take Simon a second time, but knew that I had responsibilities to fulfill. Sadly, I pushed myself up from the bed.

“I have to get showered and dressed,” I said, undressing. I saw the disappointed look flash across Simon’s beautiful face and wagged my finger in his direction. “None of that, you have to call down to Konrad and see if he can fit you into his schedule. He knows just how I like your hair.” I slipped out of my trousers. “And, tell Konrad that I want you to have blond highlights this time. Something noticeable, not quite so subtle – but not to the level of bleached streaks.”

I showered quickly and as I was combing my damp hair, decided it might be time for me to pay Konrad a visit as well. I had been letting my hair grow longer, sweeping it straight back off my face. I realized that when loose, my hair was almost chin length. Yes, I could use a haircut, I decided – after I started putting into action the solution to the problem Alexi had given me.

As I dressed, I buzzed Yoshi’s quarters and ordered him to meet me in the living room in five minutes – before hanging up, I told him to wear his tall boots. As I sat on the bed to pull on my socks and shoes, Simon crawled up behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder. He told me that he had called Konrad and that the stylist could see him in about twenty minutes.

“Good, good,” I nodded. “Invite Konrad and Brigitta to dinner. I’ll meet you all back here – I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

Yoshi was waiting in the living room, his head bowed and his hands clasped behind his back. He returned Simon’s warm greeting before immediately resuming his rest position. I gave Simon a kiss and sent him on to keep his appointment with Konrad before turning my attention back to the Japanese slave. At the snap of my fingers he raised his head and looked straight ahead so I could inspect him. His jet-black hair was neatly trimmed around the ears and nape of his neck, gelled and combed neatly with a sharp part and every hair in place. It wasn’t quite as long as it had been when I first met him, but it was getting there. His harness and collar were immaculately polished. The black lumberjack boots gleamed under the lights in the room. Every inch of his exposed skin was absolutely smooth – almost as if he was naturally hairless, which I knew wasn’t true. He was mostly smooth, but was capable of growing a thick patch of pubes. I complimented him on keeping himself in such perfect condition, smiling when his face colored in embarrassment at the compliment.

I quickly outlined the problem Alexi had presented me and the solution I had come up with. He listened intently, occasionally nodding his head slightly to show he was paying attention. When I finished speaking, Yoshi asked permission to speak.

“When we’re alone, I expect you to speak freely, Yoshi,” I told him.

“Thank you, sir.” Yoshi cocked his head for a moment as he thought. “I would suggest you arm yourself with a stun gun, sir,” he said. “It’s not unusual for new slaves to get physical – the shock from a stun gun makes a powerful argument.”

“Good idea, thank you for the suggestion,” I said. “Anything else?”

“I know of two other slaves you might want to incorporate into your plan, sir,” Yoshi said. “It’s a good idea to have a little extra help when moving new slaves from one place to another.”

“Alright – have them meet us outside the detention corridor,” I said. “I’ll make arrangements for the new living quarters for these boys.” I thought for a minute. “There are communal showers on the detention corridor, right?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good – have these other two slaves bring some clean clothes for our two new boys and big, soft towels,” I said. “Once they’re clean, we can move them to their new quarters.”

While I made the arrangements on one phone, Yoshi used the other line to get the other two slaves meet us at the detention corridor. On the way to the detention corridor, we detoured long enough for me to pick up a fully charged stun gun and belt holster.

The two slaves were waiting for us outside the door to the detention corridor. Yoshi had done a good job in his choices – both were tall, with well-defined muscles without looking like muscle-bound power lifters. Both had longish crewcuts with bumpers – one a blond, and the other a brunette. Yoshi introduced them to me. The blond was Burt and the brunette, Andrew. I quickly explained that for the most part they were there only for show unless I told them otherwise. They both replied that they understood.

Entering the corridor, I went straight to the auburn haired slave’s cell and ordered it opened. He was still seated on the floor with his back against the wall. He lifted his head and regarded me warily.

“How are you doing?” I asked, keeping my voice friendly, but neutral. “It’s Malcolm, right?” He didn’t answer. I let it pass. “Well, I’m sure you’ve had enough of this cell – so, I want you to come with us. You can get a shower and some clean clothes before we get you settled in to someplace much more comfortable."

“Why am I here, and where is here?” Malcolm asked, his voice quiet and very upper class British. I didn’t need to read his file to know that his schooling had been at all the right places.

“We can talk about all of that later,” I said. “But, for now – you really could use a shower and some clean clothes. So, why don’t you get up and come with me?”

He stared hard at me for a few moments, and then he turned his attention to Yoshi and the other two slaves. He clearly decided that there were only two outcomes available to him – cooperate with my requests, or be forced to accede. He sighed and pushed himself to his feet. I offered him a non-committal smile and stepped over to the other cell as Burt and Andrew took flanking positions slightly behind Malcolm.

“I heard everything you said,” the other slave said with a show of bravado.

“Good, then I don’t have to repeat myself,” I said calmly. “Now, John we really don’t need to start off on the wrong foot, do we?”

“You have no right to keep me here,” John snarled.

“Let’s take one thing at a time, “ I said. “The first order of business is for you to get cleaned up. You’ll feel much better after you have a shower and get some clean clothes on.” I motioned to the camera to have the cell door opened and took one step back. “Come on out of there and we’ll take you to the showers.”

“What’s the deal?” John spat. “You pretend to be my friend while those muscle boys are there to threaten me? If I don’t do what you say, they’ll beat me up?”

I kept my voice even. “I’ll be honest with you,” I said calmly. “You and I will never be friends. We can be civil towards one another, but we will never be friends. As for Andrew and Burt – I will have them take you from the cell by force if necessary. They will not beat you up, but I will make you suffer more intensely than you’ve ever suffered before.” I stepped to one side. “The choice is entirely yours.”

John chewed his lip as he tried to think over his options. He and I both knew that he really didn’t have any. I also knew that he was trying to think of a way to cooperate for now without looking like he was capitulating too easily. He took a sudden step towards me, raising his hands as if to hit me. I didn’t move and before any of the slaves could act, John dropped his hands and gave me a sarcastic laugh.

“Scared ya there for a second,” he said, stepping from the cell as if it were entirely his own idea.

At the showers, Malcolm hesitated when I told him to undress and made no move to turn away, but eventually began taking off his sweat-stained clothes. John, on the other hand, quickly stripped and then turned to face me, his arms outstretched and thrust his pelvis in my direction. I had to admit to myself that John had a nice cock between his legs – I guessed that it was easily at least seven inches when it was erect.

“Getting a good look? Is that what you wanted?” John asked.

“Nice package,” I said evenly. “The shower’s waiting.”

John made a show of his shower, keeping his front to us as he lathered up and scrubbed the stale sweat from his hair and body. He took his time under the spray. Malcolm, however, finished his shower as quickly as possible and eagerly slipped into the clean sweat shorts and T-shirt provided. I pointed out the hairbrush and toothbrush by the sink, which Malcolm made use of right away. With his hair neatly brushed, Malcolm looked even more appealing than he did before. He’d look even better I decided once the week’s worth of stubble was shaved from his face.

I guess John had grown bored with my lack of reaction since he dried off and dressed off without any more antics. He brushed his teeth without any kind of protest, but instead of brushing out his wavy hair; he just ran his open fingers through it and shook his head. I refrained from suggesting he brush his hair – both of them would be getting haircuts very soon anyway.

With both of the new slaves dressed, I had Yoshi lead all of us to the new rooms. The single, windowless rooms were slightly bigger than the holding cells. Each room had a built in bed and a separate Spartan bathroom that consisted of a basin, toilet, and small shower stall. I had requested that a table be placed in the room and set out with a good assortment of simple food. The catering staff had done well. The food was simple, but plentiful – I knew that neither slave had been given much to eat in the last week, so the food should look like a feast to them. At the head of the table, where I planned to sit was a carafe of coffee and the dossiers on each slave that I had requested.

I took up my place at the table and waved the two confused slaves to their seats, urging them to eat. Neither needed prodding – whatever reservations they might have had were overruled by their hunger. I sipped coffee as they gorged themselves on cheeseburgers, fries, and cans of cola. Burt and Andrew had taken up positions on either side of the room – if either slave chose to make problems, they were in a position to move swiftly. Yoshi stood behind me and slightly to my right.

“I hope you’re both feeling much better now that you’re clean and full,” I said. “Malcolm, this will be your new living quarters. It’s nothing fancy, but it is comfortable. John, your quarters are next door.”

“Not for long,” John snarled, cocksure once again now that his belly was full. “Once my dad finds out that I’m missing, there’ll be hell to pay.” He looked smugly around the room. “He’s probably got the FBI closing in on this place right now.”

“Let’s get a few things straight,” I said, letting just the hint of an edge into my voice. “First – your father knows exactly what’s happened to you. No one – and I mean no one, is looking for you – especially not the FBI.”

“Do you have any idea who I am – who my dad is?”

“Your father is John Hamilton Armstrong – head of Armstrong International, a direct descendant of Jeremiah Hawthorne Armstrong who went was one of the signatories to the Mayflower Compact,” I said glancing down at John’s dossier. “You, on the other hand, are nothing. You no longer exist anywhere but here. You were an embarrassment to your father and your family name,” I glanced over the dossier and shook my head slowly, clucking my tongue in a disapproving manner. “Dealing drugs to little kids. Producing child porn with some of the kids you drugged – and then, having one of your drug dealers turn you in so he could make a deal with the cops for himself.” I looked at John with mock sadness. “I’ll bet you were the first Armstrong to be lead from the family mansion in handcuffs – that must have been a real embarrassment to the family.”

“So, it was nothing – my word against a known criminal’s,” John retorted. “My dad was behind me all the way – he got the best lawyer and got me out on bail. I would have beat the accusations.”

“Your dad got you out on bail in order to make sure you disappeared,” I said. “The day after you returned to your home, you were involved in a small aircraft accident while trying to jump bail. Your plane crashed into the Atlantic Ocean off of Long Island,” I smiled coldly. “At least, that’s the official story.”

“None of that’s true!”

“Oh, that’s correct,” I admitted. “The truth is that dear old dad sold you into slavery – got paid nicely for you, too, I might add. He personally arranged to have you disappear in such a way that you can never return.”

John looked stunned for a moment. I watched closely and saw the muscles in his hands twitch moments before he pushed back from the table and launched himself at me, hands outstretched. As soon as I saw those hands twitch, I had slipped the stun gun from its holster on my belt and had it at the ready. Just before John’s hands could close on my throat, I jammed the stun gun hard against his groin and thumbed the trigger.

I had expected John to scream and crumple to the floor and was about as surprised as anyone by what happened. An electronic crackling sound filled the air as John’s eyes bugged out and his mouth opened in a silent scream a split second before he was jolted off his feet. For several moments he just lay on the floor in a fetal position, his hands jammed between his clenched legs, clutching his shocked genitals. After a little while, a high keening sound filled the room as the sound that had been trapped in John’s throat finally made it to his lips. The sharp odor of urine filled the room as John’s bladder released and he peed himself.

“Now Malcolm,” I said softly, turning to the other slave. “I hope you’re not going to be as foolish as John there was.” The British slave just shook his head, his eyes wide and frightened. “How you are treated here is pretty much up to you. Behave and cooperate, and life can be fairly pleasant … or, you can be like John and require special handling.”

“No … no, not that,” Malcolm murmured, staring at the sight of John rolling back and forth on the floor.

I picked up Malcolm’s dossier. “Malcolm Rhys-Jones,” I read. “You know why you’re here, don’t you?” Malcolm looked at me with those frightened eyes, shaking his head slowly. “Oh, don’t lie to me, Malcolm,” I warned. “I really don’t think that it’s possible for you to forget all those cocks that invaded your tight ass.” I glanced down his dossier. “I really think your old granddad could have lived with you taking it up the ass now and again – but, taking pay for that and helping a few of your schoolmates set up an escort service. Now, that was a bit over the top, don’t you think?” I shrugged. “Well, it was for your grandfather.”

“We didn’t mean any harm,” Malcolm whispered, shocked that I knew so much about his activities. “We all needed some pocket money, you see. Our families were tight with the purse strings. No harm was done.”

“No harm done?” I asked. “What about young Fletchly’s suicide? I’d say that there was some harm done there – especially since it brought your little escapades into the open. And, what about your uncle – the Archbishop, I’d say that a lot of harm could have been done to his reputation if everything became public. Granddad decided that the family couldn’t take that kind of negative publicity.” I sighed theatrically. “So, he decided you should pull a page from Lord Lucan’s book and just disappear into thin air. There will be sightings of you from time to time – in fact, you’ve already been seen boarding a plane for Singapore, and you were seen outside a male brothel there.”

Malcolm seemed to deflate and actually shrunk in his chair as my words sunk into his mind. He stared blankly across the room silently for a long time, tears brimming in his eyes. Finally, he blinked and looked up at me. “I’m never leaving here alive am I?”

“Don’t be so melodramatic!” I snapped. “We’re not the Mafia – we don’t take contracts out and whack targets for pay. We’ve been contacted to make your embarrassment to your family disappear. You’ll receive some training – although, I suspect you already have more experience in certain areas than most of the slaves here do when they first arrive.”

“Slaves?” Malcolm asked, amazed.

I nodded. “Yes – slaves,” I confirmed. “Your grandfather sold you to us – he was paid quite handsomely, I might add.”

Malcolm looked even more stunned than before as he digested my words. He really couldn’t believe that his family had actually sold him into slavery. Yoshi stepped quietly up next to me and whispered for permission to speak. I nodded and stepped back.

“Life as a slave here isn’t so bad,” Yoshi said, laying a gentle hand on Malcolm’s shoulder. “You will never be mistreated. There are rules to be obeyed to be sure, and there are punishments for violations of those rules.” He raked his fingers through Malcolm’s reddish hair. “With your looks, it is possible that you’ll be assigned to the escort services section. Life in that section can be very rewarding.”

Malcolm looked up and nervously licked his lips. “Wh—wha—what do I have to do?” He said, his voice raspy.

Yoshi smiled. “Nothing you haven’t already done, I’m sure,” he said.

“You’ve seen a sample of what can happen to those who refuse to cooperate,” I said, nodding over at John who was still curled up on the floor and writhing in pain. “So, make up your mind right now,” I said. “You will be trained as a slave – that’s a fact. You can make your training and service a pleasant or a painful experience – it’s your choice.”

“I…I don’t have any choice, do I?” Malcolm asked in a little voice.

“Of course you do,” I said. “You can fight like John did and be punished appropriately, or you can be rewarded for learning your lessons well. The choice is yours.”

“What… what do I have to do?” Malcolm asked, his shoulders slumping.

“Get on your knees,” I ordered.

Malcolm didn’t hesitate or balk at the command. He glanced one last time at John on the floor before sliding out of his chair and sinking to his knees directly in front of me. He looked up into my face for a moment before bowing his head subserviently and placing his hands behind his back.

I patted the top of his head like he was a new puppy who had learned his first trick. “Good boy,” I said warmly. “I know this was supposed to be your new room, but since Johnny over there peed all over the floor, I think it’s best that he stay here and you get the clean room.”

I turned to Andrew and Burt, ordering them to have the table and food removed from the room and to strip John of his clothes. He could remain naked – it was something he’d need to get used to anyway. Both of the slaves grinned at the thought of getting to strip John.

“Give him three days to recover,” I ordered. “Then, I want him scheduled for a caning. Ten lashes for attempting to attack me.”

Taking Malcolm to the other room, I showed him a few additional features of the room – a panel that could be opened from outside the room to reveal a television screen. As a reward for his good behavior, I gave him permission to have the television on and receive a couple of pints of his favorite ale.

“When the door opens,” I said, “you are to take your rest position in the middle of the room. Stand with your head bowed your feet shoulder width apart and your hands clasped behind your back. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Excuse me?” I asked sternly.

“Sir! Yes sir! I do understand, sir!” Malcolm fairly shouted, clearly afraid of being punished for his lapse.

“Relax,” I said gently. “You’ll be given a little leeway during training. You’ve made your mistake – just don’t let it happen again.”

Malcolm shook his head fervently. “No sir, I won’t.”

In the corridor, I turned to Yoshi. “Make sure the pints of ale are all delivered at once,” I said.

“Yes, sir.” Yoshi was clearly a little surprised at my seeming generosity.

“Don’t look so surprised,” I laughed. “Each pint will be mildly drugged. I’m going to play with their sense of time a little. John will be given a sedative and told it’s a painkiller. He’s not getting caned in three days – he’ll be caned before the end of the day. But, he will believe that it is three days from now when we’re done with him. Each time the medic visits him to apply a topical painkiller to his zapped balls, John will be told that it’s a new day. He’ll be offered breakfast and the medic will use an electric razor to shave his face. In twelve hours, John will think three days have passed.”

Yoshi grinned. “I understand, sir. And next, the days get longer I suppose?”

“You’re so smart,” I grinned, patting his cheek. “I think the second phase will be to make their day 48 hours long.” I tapped the cock cuff playfully. “Once Malcolm’s blood tests come back and we’re sure he’s disease free, I think you’ve earned a few hours out of this tube. You can be his first sex partner.”

“Thank you, sir!” Yoshi was practically beaming.

“You earned it,” I replied.

In Part 6, The Training Begins….