The Prince Trains a Slave, pt 2

Brigitte took my hands and pulled me from the soft chair. “Come we can go to one of the other rooms,” she said huskily.

Rising, I kept my eyes on the chair … or more specifically, on Eric strapped in the chair. He looked so much different with his scalp shining under the lights and the soft, golden masses of his hair gone. I felt drawn to the chair, and made my way over to it. I had to run my hands over his naked scalp. As I neared Eric, he again dropped his head to avoid meeting my gaze.

I circled the chair, examining Eric from every angle before reaching out and lightly running my hand over his head. Eric’s head was satiny smooth – Konrad had done his job well. There wasn’t even the hint of stubble left anywhere. I moved around so I could straddle the footrest and pulled Eric’s face up so we could see each other.

The tracks of his most recent tears stained his face – they hadn’t quite dried yet, and his eyes were still watery, as if ready to overflow at any time. At first, he avoided looking me in the eye. And then, his eyes met mine and we stared at one another. I don’t think I’d ever really appreciated just how expressive Eric’s eyes were – not until that moment. I know people say that the eyes are the windows of the soul, but I’d never really believed it until that moment when I my eyes met Eric’s.

Staring into those incredibly brilliant blue eyes, I could see that Eric was humiliated not only by his experience, but also that people he knew and saw almost everyday had witnessed his shame. He knew that every time Simon or I looked at him, we’d remember how he looked buckled into the chair, clothed in nothing but his briefs as his head was shaved. But, that wasn’t all I found staring into his eyes – beyond the humiliation, I discovered a strange calm that bordered on serenity.

Stepping back from the chair, I again marveled at Alexi’s ability to make someone willingly give himself over so totally. Eric’s willing total submission was such an incredible turn on that I decided on the spot that I wanted to someday have someone totally submit to me that way.

Turning around, I found that Konrad was already straddling Simon and slowly, teasingly unbuttoning his shirt while Brigitta was leaning over the back of Simon’s chair massaging his face and neck. I moved up behind Konrad and reached around him to squeeze his nipples through his long-sleeved Tee.

“Get him totally naked,” I said into Konrad’s ear as I nibbled his earlobe.

Grinning, Konrad twisted his head around and ran his tongue along the side of my face before turning to fulfill my orders. He worked smoothly to strip Simon as I moved to Brigitta and began removing her clothes. Like Konrad had done earlier with Eric, I slapped her hands away – I wasn’t going to allow her to give herself over to me. I planned to take her. She smiled seductively as I removed each article of clothing and dropped it casually on the chair I had so recently occupied.

Pulling her T-shirt off, I discovered she had a wide bandage wrapped around her chest to give her a flatter appearance. Unwinding the bandage, I found two small, perky breasts – she couldn’t have been much bigger than A cup. Each breast neatly filled my hands when I reached out to take them.

“Come,” she said, “I’ll take you to a more comfortable room.”

“Forget that,” I said, running my fingers through her cropped hair. “Here is good – let Eric watch.”

Brigitta glanced over my shoulder towards Eric; her eyes lit up in excitement. “The floor might be cold,” she pointed out, turning back to me.

“Not for long,” I grinned. “I think we’ll get it hot enough in no time.”

I knelt and untied her hiking boots, pulling them off and tossing them to one side. It didn’t take me long to remove her jeans and panties. Her pubic hair had been neatly trimmed into a perfect triangle and bleached the same snowy white as her hair. Standing, I glanced over to Konrad and Simon. Konrad had finished stripping Simon and was delightedly examining his slender penis.

“Time for that later,” I said, pulling Simon away. “Eric looks lonely, Simon – he’s been a very good boy so far, don’t you think?”

“Oh, he’s been very good,” Simon agreed, licking his lips hungrily.

“And, what do you get when I think you’ve been good?” I asked. Simon grinned. “I want you to give Eric the same kind of reward I give you.”

While Simon scurried across the room to masturbate Eric, I pulled Konrad closer to Brigitta. “Take his clothes off,” I told her. “I want him naked.”

Brigitta didn’t need to be told twice. She made a nice show of slowly stripping him – pausing long enough to play with his nipples after she got his T-shirt off. While she removed Konrad’s clothes, I began to undressing and enjoying the show Brigitta and Konrad were giving me. Both stroked the other as she methodically removed Konrad’s clothes.

I discovered that like Brigitta, Konrad’s bush had been trimmed into a perfect triangle and bleached totally white. His hard cock wasn’t much longer than Simon’s and even slimmer – almost the perfect size for an androgynous boy like him. He would be perfect if his dick was about an inch shorter. Still, I couldn’t help admiring the way it stuck straight out from his body – like a little arrow. Aside from the small triangle of pubic hair, Konrad was totally smooth from the neck down.

Konrad’s eyes widened at the sight of my erect cock – at a little over seven inches long, and thick around, I certainly had nothing to be ashamed of, but I certainly wasn’t as big as Alexi, but it was clearly enough to please Konrad. He dropped to his knees in front of me and lovingly ran his fingers through the thick, curling reddish bush that surrounded my erection.

“So nice,” he sighed, running his finger along the shaft my dick. He moved his face closer, licking his lips expectantly.

I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. “Not so fast,” I said. I turned his head to face Brigitta. “I think you need to give Brigitta a little pleasure first … I want to watch you get her excited.” Konrad grimaced slightly. I hadn’t forgotten Brigitta telling me that he preferred other men only. But, he did as I said, making my cock twitch.

I held Brigitta’s face in my hands as I ran my tongue around her face, occasionally glancing down to watch Konrad. I had to give him credit – he might prefer men, but he was doing his best to pleasure Brigitta. Or, maybe he had his face buried between her legs, his tongue flicking around furiously to pleasure me. I dropped a hand down to his head and stroked his short-cropped hair, which seemed to spur him to greater efforts.

While Konrad was licking Brigitta, she and I were busy kissing while I massaged her breasts at the same time. Her breath was coming is gasps between the joint attentions she received from Konrad and me. When she began trembling, I pushed her to the floor and took Konrad’s place between her legs. By bending my knee and twisting my hips slightly, I exposed my erect dick to Konrad who eagerly began licking it.

To be honest, I’ve never much liked eating pussy – I had done it only twice because the girl wouldn’t let me stick my dick in her. She thought that by doing that she technically remained a virgin. But, with Konrad between my legs, I actually found that I was enjoying myself. Maybe that was the secret to eating pussy, I thought – having someone sucking your dick at the same time. Brigitte and I climaxed almost at the same time – her orgasm coming just moments before mine.

I rolled onto my back and felt Konrad work his way up my belly, licking and biting his way to my nipples. Reaching out, I languidly fondled his head. After a couple of minutes, I got up and taking his dick in my hand led him to the chair where Simon was still working on Eric.

“He was soft and I had a hard time getting him hard,” Simon apologized.

“He just needs the right stimulation,” I said, unbuckling the strap across his chest and guiding Simon’s head toward Eric’s bare chest. “You take the right nipple and Konrad can have the left one.” Konrad didn’t need a second invitation – he scooted to the left side of the chair and immediately went to work licking and biting at the tender skin.

I moved to the back of the chair and began rubbing Eric’s bald head as I nibbled his ear. “What’s the matter,” I whispered. “Didn’t Simon push the right buttons to get you excited? I’ll bet you were hard as a rock when Konrad was cutting off all of your beautiful golden hair … I know that had to excite you because you knew that’s what Alexi wanted and I know you get off on pleasing Alexi.”

The whole time I was whispering in his ear, and rubbing his smooth scalp, I kept my eyes on Eric’s crotch and grinned as I watched the white cotton of his briefs begin to tent up. I continued to whisper in his ear and watch as his dick hardened. I tapped Simon on the shoulder and tilted my head. Simon didn’t need to be told twice – he reached down and began masturbating Eric through his briefs.

By the time I returned to Brigitta, she had cleaned herself up and was just finishing dressing. Grabbing my clothes, I was about to start dressing when Brigitta stopped me with a sly smile on her face and pushed me down into the chair.

“Wait here and relax,” she said seductively before disappearing into the room from which Konrad first appeared. She returned quickly with a steaming washcloth. Kneeling between my legs, she began wiping me off. I caught the aroma of eucalyptus and felt a slight, pleasant tingle in my groin as she washed me. Only after she had wiped me down did Brigitta allow me to continue dressing.

Across the room, Eric was beginning to writhe in his bonds and moan as Simon jacked him closer and closer to climax. I noticed Konrad had taken up a position behind Eric. He was reaching over Eric’s shoulders and twisting each of his nipples while running his tongue up the side of Eric’s shaved scalp. Suddenly, Eric went rigid and his body trembled all over as he emptied his load into his briefs.

Brigitta asked, “Have you finished with the pretty boy for now?”

“I guess,” I said. “He can wear his cum-filled briefs back to the school.”

“Good,” she grinned. “Now, he comes to me.”

“To you?” I asked. “For what?”

“You will see,” Brigitta winked. She turned to Konrad and called as she headed out into the hallway, “Funf minuten!”

“Ja, ja … funf minuten,” Konrad responded happily.

“What happens in five minutes?” I asked.

Konrad wiggled his eyebrows expressively. “In five minutes, Brigitta is ready for Eric,” was all he’d say as he hurried to dress while urging Simon to hurry, too.

Five minutes later, Konrad guided us through another door further down the hall. Brigitta was standing next to the strangest chair I’d ever seen – the padded seat seemed to be facing the wrong way. It was positioned so that it faced the tall, even more heavily padded backrest. There was a large oval cutout in the backrest. The chair reminded me of one of those strange ergonomic Scandinavian designs whose real function is to look unusual and not really be used.

I soon saw how wrong I was – this chair was indeed meant to be used. Brigitta and Konrad guided Eric, who was once again trembling, to the chair. Then, he was seated facing the backrest with his face resting in the oval cutout. Brigitta produced restraints. The first restraint went around Eric’s neck holding his head firmly in place against the backrest. His wrists were strapped to his thighs, and a spreader bar was placed between his ankles.

With Eric secured to the chair, fitted a small mask over Eric’s nose and mouth. A clear plastic tube ran from the mask to a fitting in the floor. Brigitta turned a switch and I could hear the hiss of gas. Eric’s blue eyes, wide with fright, began to glaze over before losing focus and sagging closed.

“What’s happening?” Simon asked.

“I’m not sure,” I said, staring at Eric’s frightened face through the padded cutout in the back of the chair. Then, it came to me – I remembered the photographs in Alexi’s album and I remembered the one picture of the bald slave’s head. Specifically, the back of his head adorned with the large tattoo. My heart began beating faster as I realized Alexi had arranged for Eric to look EXACTLY like his ancestor’s slave.

“There is nothing to fear,” Brigitta assured us. “I have given him some nitrous oxide to make him sleep while I ink him.”

“I – in – ink him?” Simon stammered.

I felt my dick twitch again, realizing how right I was. “Yes, Eric is getting tattooed,” I said. I half-expected to hear a nagging voice in the back of my mind saying that this was going too far. But, it wasn’t there because I didn’t think this was going too far. Alexi owned Eric now and had the right to place his mark of ownership on his property. Alexi had made it clear that he wanted to totally own Eric, so it only seemed reasonable that he had the right to make his mark as visible as he wanted it.

I stood behind Brigitta, now seated on an adjustable stool, and watched as she wiped Eric’s head with alcohol before placing the stencil carefully on the smooth scalp. Like the one in the picture, the stencil was of a double-headed eagle that covered the entire back of Eric’s head.

“Will doing a tattoo take much time?” I asked.

“With the color and shading … yes, it will take some time,” Brigitta admitted. “That is one reason for making the subject sleep … that and the fact that tattooing does hurt a little … it is better he not squirm or move.”

I found myself licking my lips hungrily again; savoring the kind of dominance Alexi had to permanently mark Eric as his property. The tattoo would always remain with Eric – if Alexi decided to permit Eric to regrow his hair – which I doubted would happen – Eric would always wear Alexi’s ownership mark. I couldn’t help glancing over at Simon and enjoying the thought of watching as his smooth skin was inked on my orders.

I liked the thought and that surprised me. A week earlier – hell, just a day earlier – I’d never have thought about how powerfully erotic a tattoo could be. But, of course, it wasn’t just a tattoo that was so exciting a thought – the excitement came in deciding that someone else would submit to wearing a permanent mark on his skin – whether he wanted it or not.

Konrad returned pushing a cart loaded with mugs of cappuccino and snacks. As soon as I saw the food, I realized that I was hungry and eagerly sipped at my drink while snacking on a slice of meat pie. Konrad drew me to the other side of the room.

“Simon belongs to you, yes?” He asked.

“Kind of,” I admitted. “We haven’t said anything formally about our relationship yet – why?” I looked from Konrad to Simon. “Are you interested in him?”

“Yes – but, not in the way you are probably thinking,” Konrad admitted sheepishly. “Although, I admit he is a sweetly effeminate boy.” Konrad shook his head. “The thing is – in the other room when we were all undressed … I um, couldn’t help noticing that he hadn’t been trimmed and thought he would look so much nicer…”

“Trimmed?”

“His pubic hair,” Konrad explained. “It is thick, wild and bushy. It would look so much nicer shorter and…”

“And trimmed into a neat triangular patch like yours?” I finished for him with a grin. “And, you needed to know if you needed my permission to go ahead or if you could just ask him straight out.”

“Exactly,” Konrad answered. “And, it would fill the time while Brigitta works – she is going to be a while.”

Simon was trembling a little as he climbed naked into Konrad’s barber chair. His big puppy dog eyes showed that he was clearly frightened. I couldn’t blame him – he’d watched as Eric’s head was shaved bald in that same chair earlier. To his credit, he hadn’t hesitated or complained when I told him to strip and climb into the chair.

I stroked his soft hair and smooth cheek. “Don’t worry – Konrad’s not going to shave your head. I like your hair where it is.” Simon heaved a sigh of relief and the tension went out of his muscles. “He’s just going to trim your pubes.”

I slid my thumb into Simon’s mouth, enjoying the way he sucked it and almost wishing it was my dick in his mouth. I watched as Konrad leaned close to Simon’s crotch and went to work trimming his bush. Konrad used a small pair of scissors and comb to meticulously trim the length of Simon’s pubes to just about a half inch in length. He took his time, making sure his work was exact before using a set of small electric clippers to shave the bush into a neat triangle.

Even if Simon’s slender dick hadn’t been standing erect and almost poking Konrad in the eye, I could tell Simon was highly excited from the intensity with which he was sucking on my thumb. He did stiffen slightly as Konrad used his straight razor to shave the edges of the triangle patch he had just created, and then shave Simon’s balls smooth. Finally, Konrad looked up expectantly.

“It’s fantastic,” I said. I turned to Simon. “I think you should get down on your knees and thank Konrad properly for doing such a fantastic job.”

Simon eagerly slid from the chair and went straight to his knees, his long-fingered hands reaching for the buttons on Konrad’s jeans. He had the jeans unbuttoned and pushed down around Konrad’s ankles in seconds. I took Simon’s place in the chair and watched as he lowered his head to Konrad’s dick and happily began licking up and down the shaft.

Staring down at Simon’s smooth, creamy ass, I began to muse about how it would look with a spot of color. I didn’t have a coat of arms or crest like Alexi to place on Simon – but figured Brigitta could do a nice job of placing a rose or butterfly on Simon’s ass. I shifted my weight and rubbed my crotch – just thinking about having Simon inked had gotten me hard.

Konrad had his hands on Simon’s head, his fingers running through Simon’s thick hair. His eyes were half-closed, his mouth slightly open in ecstasy as he arched his spine and threw his head back. I waited for the shudder of release to rack his body, knowing full well from experience just how incredible a job Simon could do with his mouth and tongue.

Konrad’s orgasm was accompanied by a low, long drawn out moan that came from deep within him. Even though he had pumped his load down Simon’s throat, Simon kept Konrad’s cock in his mouth, waiting for it to soften before releasing it and licking it clean.

“He’s amazing!” Konrad sighed.

“He certainly is,” I agreed. Simon gazed up at me in gratitude before he stood and began gathering his clothes. “Don’t bother getting dressed,” I told him. “When Brigitta finishes with Eric, I’m going to have her ink your ass with something nice and colorful. I want my mark on you.”

To my surprise, Simon’s flushed face showed appreciation at hearing that I wanted my mark on him. I realized again that our relationship remained undefined and that Simon had been leaving it up to me to define exactly what the boundaries of our relationship were. Staring at Simon’s beautifully slender and effeminate body, I realized that I had only recently begun to really discover myself. I stepped down from the chair and placed my hands on his shoulders. I looked deep into his soft brown eyes.

“You belong to me,” I said with conviction. “You’re my boy and from today on, you’re going to wear my mark on your ass.”

To my surprise, tears flowed freely from the eyes of both Simon and Konrad. Before I could think of anything to say, Simon had his reedy arms around my neck smothering my throat and face with kisses and Konrad was clapping me on the back in congratulations.

We eventually calmed down and Konrad once again disappeared to bring more refreshments. As we sat around, he explained that the building we were in was actually part of the four warehouses above us. The complex was known as The Schloss or Castle and was an exclusive club. The club never advertised its existence – and officially, didn’t even exist. The Schloss offered its clientele every service imaginable – Konrad explained that elsewhere in the complex were a gym, saunas, and massage facilities. He proudly admitted that many of the members used his barbering skills for themselves and their slaves exclusively.

“When it is time for Simon to have his hair cut again, bring him to me,” Konrad said, running his fingers through Simon’s honey colored hair. “I’ll make him even more pretty than he is now. His fringe it’s too long.”

“I like it long,” I explained. “The length gives me something to hold.”

“I thought that’s what ears were for,” Konrad laughed.

A soothing double ring sounded from the room behind us and Konrad leapt to his feet to answer it. He went through the door to the room from which he had first appeared and returned moments later grinning.

“Brigitta is finished the first tattoo,” he announced. “Eric is still under the effects of the nitrous and she wants us to join her.” He leaned close confidentially. “She is very good at her work and loves to show it off when she gets a chance.

Very good didn’t begin to do Brigitta’s ability justice. The tattoo was beautiful – the double-headed eagle was done in a deep crimson with gold highlights and outlined sharply with fine black lines. It covered the whole of the back of Eric’s head. Brigitta positively beamed as the three of us expressed our admiration for her work.

She placed a sterile bandage over the tattoo and taped it in place as she explained how to care for it for the first few days until it was fully healed. Eric was just beginning to stir as she and Konrad began unstrapping him from the unusual chair. Brigitta explained that once he was fully awake, he could walk to the other tattoo room.

“Other tattoo room?” I asked. “How many are there?”

“There are ten tattoo rooms in total,” Brigitta said. “Some, like this one, are specialty rooms. The room and chair are designed for large tattoos going on the back or the head. Most of the subjects are given nitrous so the work can be accomplished uninterrupted.”

For the first time, Brigitta seemed to notice that Simon was naked. She admiringly ran a fingertip along his neatly trimmed pubic hair.

“Is there a reason for this cutie to be kept naked?” Brigitta asked. “Not that I mind – I like naked pretty boys to look at.”

Konrad spoke up, “Duncan has decided Simon needs a tattoo on his pretty ass.”

“Oh, really?” Brigitta circled around Simon and ran her hand lovingly over his butt. “Hmmm, yes – yes, it is very pretty and so tight,” she gave it a squeeze, making Simon jump a little. “But, so creamy white – he does need color.”

Brigitta circled around to the other side and licked Simon’s ear. “I’ll do something special to make your pretty ass even prettier, I promise.”

It didn’t take long before Eric was able to stand. He was still a little woozy, but Konrad and Simon stayed close and made sure he didn’t fall. He reached up and felt the bandage on his head. His bright blue eyes showed panic as he explored the bandage with his fingers.

“Is that…”

“Yes,” I said. “Now, you really belong to Alexi – his mark is on you for the world to see.”

“How am I going to explain it at school?” Eric asked nervously.

“That’s between you and Alexi,” I said. “Maybe he’ll give you a cover story … then again, maybe he’ll just tell everyone the truth that he owns you.”

The idea clearly frightened Eric as much as it excited him.

With Brigitta leading, we went across the hall to one of the other tattoo rooms. This room was more like tattoo parlors I had seen elsewhere with a barber chair and a padded table – but, different at the same time. Both the chair and the table were fitted with padded leather restraints. The room was almost sterile enough to be an operating room. The walls and floor were made of ceramic tile. There were no pictures of tattoos on the wall, though. Brigitta directed Eric to the barber chair while she opened a drawer and removed a set of cordless electric trimmers. She turned and smiled at Konrad.

“Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?” She asked. Turning to me, she explained, “Konrad loves shaving a pretty boy’s hair off … especially, down there.”

Eric blushed so deeply that his face looked almost purple. In two steps, Konrad was at the chair and tugging Eric’s shorts from him. To our surprise, he didn’t have any pubic hair.

“What happened to your bush?” Simon blurted out.

“Alexi made me shave,” Eric mumbled, barely audibly.

“He made you shave?” I asked. Eric just nodded his head. “Sounds interesting … tell us about it.”

Eric looked up in humiliation, “One night he had these clippers … like those,” he indicated the ones in Brigitta’s hand. “And, he said slave boys didn’t deserve hair down there and if I wanted to be his slave boy, I should shave.”

“Slave boy?” I asked.

“Uh huh,” Eric admitted.

“When was this?” I asked.

“Back at the beginning of October,” Eric said.

Alexi had begun laying the groundwork for everything over a month ago. He knew that Eric was already considering himself as a slave of some kind and probably wasn’t far from submitting to public modification of his appearance – even a radical change.

“So tell us what happened,” I prompted.

“He sat there in front of me and waited,” Eric said in shame. “He smiled when I picked up the clippers and began shaving off my pubes … by the time I was mostly finished, he was laughing and said how I looked like a little boy without any hair down there … then – then…”

“Then what?” I asked.

“Then he asked if that’s how I felt,” Eric said. “He asked if not having pubes made me feel like his little boy.”

“And you admitted that you did,” I said.

“Uh huh.”

“Then what?” I demanded.

“Then, he made me spread lather all over … even on my balls and use a disposable razor to get totally smooth,” Eric mumbled. “He watches me shave every night before he tutors me.”

My admiration for Alexi soared. He had first planted the idea in Eric a month ago that he was a slave and every night since then he had been reinforcing the idea. And then, he had patiently waited for one of the school breaks to take total ownership of his slave.

“Well, poor Konrad misses his chance to harvest your pubes,” Brigitta quipped. “Now it is time to clean all that dried cum from your crotch so I can continue work on you.”

“Continue work?” Eric asked in shock.

“Yes – one more tattoo,” Brigitta answered. She tapped his lower belly, just above his dick. “Alexi wants you inked right there.” She began strapping Eric down.

“I don’t need to be strapped in … I’ll behave,” Eric said quickly.

Brigitta playfully tapped the tip of his nose. “Yes, you need to be strapped down because I say so,” she said. Eric glumly nodded and sat silently as she pulled each strap tight. Brigitta even placed a strap across Eric’s forehead and secured his head to the headrest of the chair. Brigitta reclined the chair and readjusted the straps holding Eric down.

“Now,” she announced. “We are ready to go to work on this one.”

She crossed the room and washed with the thoroughness of a surgeon before donning surgical gloves and assembling her equipment on a rolling cart. While she prepared, Konrad got a warm washcloth and cleaned Eric’s groin and genitals of his dried spunk. He was just moving out of the way in time for Brigitta to take her place and wipe Eric’s crotch with rubbing alcohol before placing a stencil across his lower abdomen between his navel and dick. When she removed the stencil, I saw that the words ALEXI’S BOY were going to be permanently inked on Eric’s body for life. With his head strapped down, Eric had no idea of what was being put on his body.

While Brigitta was working, Konrad had Simon get up on the table and lay face down. Simon timidly asked if he was going to be strapped down and actually seemed a little disappointed when Konrad replied that he didn’t see any reason to strap him down.

It didn’t take long for Brigitta to finish the plain black lettering across Eric’s lower belly. Getting up, she went over to the sink and again washed up, donning fresh gloves and retrieving another sterile set of needles.

“I was thinking of a butterfly,” I said, realizing I really wasn’t sure what I wanted on Simon’s ass. Maybe one day, I’d add my name – but for now, I figured a picture was the best thing to go with.

“Konrad, get the blue book for me, please,” Brigitta said. She turned to me and asked, “Do you trust my judgement?”

After seeing her work so far, I readily admitted that I did. She grinned and winked at me as Konrad returned with the book she had requested. Konrad flipped through the pages until she told him to stop and pointed at a graphic that looked like a very boyish, very pixie-like Peter Pan.

“I think this is perfect,” Brigitta said.

I looked from the graphic to Simon’s ass and grinned. “That’s the one – it’ll look great,” I agreed.

None of us would tell Simon what had been chosen for him to wear for life. He hissed and grimaced as Brigitta’s needles did their work – all the while asking for hints about what was being tattooed into his skin.

Brigitta finished and looked up at me questioningly. I examined the figure and nodded in satisfaction. It suited Simon and, while it would attract attention – of course, anyone with a tattoo on his ass in the showers at school would attract attention – it could be explained away without too much humiliation. It would cost Simon some embarrassment if it were seen, but no real humiliation like Eric’s tattoos were bound to do.

Konrad produced a Polaroid camera from a cabinet and took a snapshot of Simon’s new adornment. Once the picture had appeared, Konrad handed it over to my boy – I liked the way the words sounded in my head. MY BOY, I mentally repeated to myself as Simon examined the photo of his butt.

“Wizard!” Simon finally exclaimed.

I ruffled his hair. “Now, you really belong to me,” I told him.

Konrad came up beside me. “You have a decision to make,” Konrad said. “There is still much to be done to Alexi’s slave, and we should let him rest a little bit.”

“More to do?” I asked in surprise.

“Oh yes,” Konrad and Brigitta said in unison.

“You can take him away and come back tomorrow,” Konrad said. “Or, you are welcome to stay here for the night. There are excellent accommodations – and should you wish, we can even arrange for Alexi’s slaveboy to be lodged in a dungeon cell for the night.”

“I assume Alexi knew about this,” I said.

“Oh yes – he said he would leave the decision up to you,” Brigitta said.

“Can you tell me anything about Alexi’s plans?”

“No, he wants that as much a surprise for you as for his slave,” Konrad said apologetically.

I thought it over – so far, I had enjoyed each of Alexi’s little surprises. I couldn’t imagine what new humiliations he had planned for Eric, but my curiosity was too strong not to find out.

“Is it possible to provide the three of us with one room?” I asked.

Konrad grinned. “It would be possible to provide a room that could easily accommodate ten or more of you,” he said.

“Well, since Alexi went to the trouble to arrange all of this … we might as well stay,” I shrugged. I went over to Eric and patted his face. “Looks like there’s even more in store for you tomorrow,” I said, thrilling at the look of fear and utter submission that crossed his face.

To be continued …