The Prince Trains a Slave, Part 3

We spent the night in a suite that was straight out of the best of the exclusive European hotels. Had it not been for the fact that there were no windows in the room, it was almost impossible for me to believe we were about thirty feet below street level. It was clear to me that this was no ordinary sex club – not that I’d been in many. The truth was, I had only managed to get into one other sex club before. That had been in London and I found it was seedy, smelled strongly of urine and sex, and was far from clean.

The Castle, on the other hand, was well equipped to meet the needs of the clientele from the little I had been able to see so far. It was the kind of place I had never even dreamed existed. Now that I knew it existed, I wanted desperately to be a part of it. I was discovering elements of myself that I had deep down suspected existed and that I found arousing. I also found myself wondering how Alexi was able to be a member of The Castle – and obviously an influential member.

I knew that I’d probably never subject Simon to the humiliation Alexi was having inflicted in Eric – I wanted to own Simon, but more as a pampered pet than as an object. But, I had to admit to myself that I certainly would like to find a slave like Eric. I wanted to be the one to order physical modifications for a slave. I wanted to know the tears that flowed from his eyes as his physical appearance was changed were because of my orders – because he was submitting to my whims and desires.

I glanced over at Eric who was slumped in one of the armchairs staring listlessly down at the fresh tattoo across his groin and chewing his lip. Looking up, he caught me staring at him and managed a wan smile.

“Guess I’ll have to get up even earlier to take a shower from now on,” he said, trying to add levity to his voice.

Eric seemed to be coming out of the funk he had been in since we arrived in the suite. Neither Konrad nor Brigitta had returned his clothes and he had been forced to walk naked though the corridors. Once in the suite, he had timidly asked if he could wrap a towel around his waist. I thought about his request for all of a second before refusing – adding that he needed to be used to being naked in different situations. After that, he had slumped in the chair moping.

Brigitta came in about an hour later to remove the bandages on each of his tattoos and check on them. She decided to leave the bandages off for a while, saying she’d be back before we turned in for the night to place new dressings on the tattoos.

I was glad to see Eric was able to show some humor – whether it was forced or not. It showed me that Eric was accepting the things happening to him. In fact, I had the impression that Eric secretly admired the tattoo across his groin.

Without warning, the door swung open and Konrad breezed in, followed by two young men pushing carts. The two who followed Konrad were obviously slaves from the way they were attired. Both wore chastity belts consisting of a curved metal tube that covered their dicks. Leather straps led from the tubes to separate their balls. The whole thing was attached to a neoprene belt that locked around their waists. Both of the slaves were handsome – one was Asian with thick black hair and the other a white boy with flaming red hair. They wore similar longish haircuts, meticulously groomed and neatly tapered over their ears and nape. I sensed Konrad’s touch there. Dressed in the proper clothes, either one of these handsome slaves could easily pass as stylish students or even fashion models. Thick black leather collars around their necks completed their attire.

“I thought you could use something to eat,” Konrad said cheerily as the two slaves began setting up a folding table – complete with starched white tablecloth and real china settings.

The entrance of the three caught us all a little off guard. Eric blushed and quickly grabbed a cushion to cover his naked groin, keeping his head lowered in shame.

The redhead shook his head in disgust. “Feckin’ novice,” he muttered. His voice was pure straight from the streets of Dublin. Eric bowed his head even lower, blushing so badly that his ears turned red.

Konrad turned sharply, but his reaction was slightly slower than mine was. I felt a sudden protective urge for Eric and was on my feet and across the room before Konrad could react.

“What the fuck did you say?” I demanded, grabbing the redhead by the arm and turning him to face me.

“Didn’t mean no harm,” the redhead said, looking me square in the eye. “Just observin’ thatun’s a novice … a real slave ain’t ashamed to be seen naked.”

I grabbed the D-ring on his collar and pulled him closer to my face. “And just who gave you the right to criticize someone else’s slave? I bet you were ashamed when you first started your training…”

“Just makin’ an observation,” the redhead said. “Didn’t mean nothing.”

“Bergen!” Konrad’s voice lashed out like a whip. “Assume the position … NOW!” Bergen shot Konrad the briefest of glares before spreading his legs shoulder-width apart, clasping his hands behind his back, and bowing his head.

“I’m horribly sorry about that,” Konrad said to me. “He seems to have developed an attitude of superiority over novices – and, I can’t believe he dared to talk back to you like he did.” Konrad went over to Eric and laid a gentle hand on his head. “You did make a mistake covering yourself up,” he said kindly. “But, believe me, that’s a normal reaction among novices … you’ll get used to being naked among strangers soon enough. But, that didn’t give Bergen any right to make a comment about it or to embarrass you in any way. He will be punished.”

“If it were up to me, I’d do more than just punish him,” I growled. “I’d teach him a lesson he’d never be able to forget.”

An enigmatic smile flickered across Konrad’s lips and then he crossed to the far end of the room to the telephone, punched in a number and began speaking rapidly in German. His voice was so low and his German so rapid that I couldn’t tell what he was saying. As he waited for a response, he turned and pointed at the Asian slave.

“Yoshi, bring me a cup of tea,” Konrad said.

I was impressed at how quickly and smoothly the Japanese slave moved to carry out his orders. He quickly poured a cup of tea and sped it across the room without spilling a drop. However, when he turned, he gasped at the sight of the tattoo across the back of Eric’s head and seemed to turn several shades paler. Konrad grinned at his reaction.

Hearing Yoshi’s gasp, Bergen lifted his head sharply – he saw something in the other slave’s expression that shook him. Returning to the carts, Yoshi deliberately put as much distance between himself and Bergen as possible.

Time dragged on as Konrad waited silently, holding the receiver to his ear. I suspected that he had been placed on hold. Whoever was on the other end finally began speaking again and from the expression on Konrad’s face, whatever was being said was astonishing.

“Alles klar,” Konrad said loudly into the receiver before hanging up. Turning, he smiled. “Bergen’s punishment is yours – there are no limits placed on you. He may not be killed, of course – other than that, there are no limits.”

Bergen looked up sharply, anger and fright mixed on his fair face. “He has no right to punish me,” he said sharply, his brogue stronger than before. “I’m property of The Castle.”

“Not any longer,” Konrad corrected him. “The transfer of ownership has already taken place.” Konrad turned to me. “That was the reason for the long delay on the phone. You are to act as personal agent for his new owner in any way you see fit.”

My head was spinning – everything had happened so fast. Before I could say anything, there was a gentle tap on the door. If the room hadn’t been so quiet, I don’t think anyone would have heard it. Konrad nodded at Yoshi and tilted his head in the direction of the door. The slave politely inclined his head and hurried to answer the door.

I gasped even before Bergen did at the sight of the two men who entered the room. They were huge – not just tall, although both were well over six feet tall. It was the size and bulk of their muscles that made me gasp. Both men were so grotesquely huge that they easily put most professional wrestlers to shame. Naked to the waist, both wore tight black leather pants and black hoods.

Konrad pointed to Bergen. One of the steroid twins nodded – it must have been a signal rather an acknowledgement of Konrad’s sign because the two of them swarmed over Bergen and quickly dragged him from the room.

“What’s going on?” I demanded.

Konrad looked from Simon to Eric. “Yoshi, I think these other two could stand to freshen up before they eat. Take them into the other room and see to all their needs,” Konrad said. “I’ll let you to know when dinner is ready.”

Yoshi bowed and politely guided Simon and Eric from the room. He waited until the bedroom closed behind them before motioning for me to take a seat. Konrad poured me a cup of coffee and brought it to me before sitting down himself.

“Okay, so what’s the deal here?” I asked.

“When I reported Bergen’s comments and attitude to the duty manager,” Konrad explained, “he immediately placed a call to Alexi. Understandably, Alexi was outraged that any club slave would make a disparaging remark about his personal slave. Your reaction was relayed to him…”

“That wasn’t necessary,” I said.

“Hearing how quickly you moved to protect his slave, Alexi was favorably impressed. He is the one who bought Bergen and gave you full ownership rights as his agent.”

I was stunned. I knew Alexi came from money, but hadn’t realized just how much money he came from. Konrad nodded as if he could read my mind.

“Alexi is very wealthy and very powerful,” Konrad said. “And, his power has temporarily been bestowed on you in this matter.”

I ran my hands through my hair in amazement. “It pissed me off to hear him talk about Eric like that and humiliate him needlessly,” I said. “I mean, he’s a slave, too. He should know better.” I stood and paced around, trying to collect my thoughts. “The humiliation Eric receives should come from his Master, not from some slave who has a superiority complex.”

“If I may be bold enough to make a suggestion,” Konrad said softly.

“Sure.”

“It’s clear you are still angry,” Konrad observed. When I opened my mouth to protest, he just tilted his head towards my clenched fists. “I would suggest waiting until morning to carry out punishment against Bergen.”

“Yeah, yeah … makes sense,” I admitted.

Konrad began to say something else, but stopped himself with a sad shake of his head. When I asked him what he was going to say, he politely refused to say what had been on his mind and not offering an explanation for why. I had the impression that whatever he was about to say was important.

After breakfast the next morning, Yoshi guided us back to the lower levels where we had been the day before. Sometime during the night, Yoshi’s head had been shaved. Walking behind him, I couldn’t help noticing the five bright red weals across his bare ass. It looked like someone had taken a cane to him. When I asked about the stripes, Yoshi gently admitted that he had received five punishment lashes the night before. Curious about what he had done to deserve such a painful punishment, I asked why he’d been lashed.

“For my part in Bergen’s disrespect, sir,” Yoshi admitted.

“What part?”

“I failed to reprimand him on the spot,” Yoshi explained. “I was the senior slave serving the dinner and as such, I share responsibility for his misbehavior.”

“That’s why your head is shaved?” I asked him.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m sorry that happened,” I said truthfully. “If it’s any consolation, however, you still look very handsome and even a little more exotic.”

“Thank you, sir,” Yoshi said. He did seem slightly happier after hearing my words.

“Was anyone else punished?” I asked.

“Everyone involved received appropriate punishment, sir.”

“Everyone?” I asked.

“The service manager who assigned Bergen to room service detail, the service slave trainer who cleared Bergen for duty with guests, anyone associated with the event, sir,” Yoshi explained.

“Konrad? Did he receive punishment?” I asked, feeling my anger rise at the thought of Konrad, who had been so polite and diligent, being punished for the actions of another.

“I couldn’t say, sir,” Yoshi said.

I got my answer soon enough when we entered Konrad’s barbershop. He winced as he moved and walked in the same stiff manner as Yoshi. His cropped white hair had been buzzed down to a severe one-eighth of an inch. I was shocked and angry knowing he’d been punished. I took him aside and apologized that he’d been punished – even though I didn’t have anything to do with it.

“I didn’t realize you were a slave, too,” I added.

Konrad smiled sadly. “Technically, Brigitte and I aren’t slaves,” he explained. “We’re more like servants – however, we are held to the many of the same rules.”

“Did Alexi order all this?” I demanded.

“No, I’m not even sure he is aware that punishments have already been carried out,” Konrad explained. “The punishments were ordered by the club manager – who, by the way, also submitted to caning.”

“I thought I was pissed off last night,” I angrily muttered. “Now, I’m really pissed – where is that asshole?”

“He’s being held in a restraining cell on a lower level,” Konrad said.

“And how many people were punished last night?” I asked.

“In total, there were five.”

“How many lashes with the cane did everyone get?” I asked.

“We each received five,” Konrad said.

“That’s twenty-five lashes Bergen owes everyone for a start,” I said. “Then, the real punishment starts.”

“The real punishment?” Konrad asked with interest. “It sounds like you’ve given this some serious thought.”

“Oh, I have,” I admitted grimly. “Another thing, can Yoshi stay around as a witness – I think he deserves that.”

“If that’s what you want,” Konrad said.

“It is,” I replied. “And, I’ll be needing Brigitta’s services. But, first – Bergen gets his ass lit up.”

Konrad guided us down to a much lower level where the detention and punishment cells were located. He explained that these lower levels were actually newer additions to the buildings above. Looking at the stone walls, I found that hard to believe – this level looked like something out of a medieval castle dungeon. The only thing missing were the torches providing illumination. We were nearly at the end of the long corridor when Konrad stopped and opened a door.

The room we entered was clearly set up as a center for corporal punishment. There was a set of stocks designed to securely hold a victim’s head and hands immobile while he was forced into a bent over position leaving his ass nicely exposed. A St. Andrew’s Cross was located in another corner of the room, and there was a table the victim could be bent over. Racks along the wall held a variety of straps, whips, paddles, and canes.

After some consideration, I decided I chose the stocks as the place where Bergen’s punishment would begin. With the decision made, Konrad went to an intercom and asked for Bergen to be brought to the room.

I was surprised that the Irish slave wasn’t cowering in terror as the steroid twins carried him into the room. In fact, he still retained a slightly cocky attitude. His chastity belt had been removed revealing a dick that was probably close to eight inches long when erect. I guess he had me pegged as new to this whole scene and figured that any punishments coming from me were bound to be on the light side. I watched as Bergen was locked into the stocks – his feet spread wide with a spreader bar that was then locked to the upright post of the unit.

I took my time examining the various canes in the rack on the wall. I turned and called Yoshi over. “Which size cane was used on you?” I asked.

The Japanese slave looked over the canes carefully before selecting one. I tried it out, whipping the air experimentally and found myself enjoying the sound of the cane as it cut through the air. I carried the cane to the front of the stocks where I stood silently for a few moments, nonchalantly slapping the implement against my jeans leg. I finally reached out and grabbed Bergen’s red hair to twist his head around so he could see me.

“You’ve got me figured for a novice,” I spat. “You figure that I’ll go light on you because of that – well, you’re so fucking wrong. I’m going to make sure this is a day you’ll never forget.”

“I’ve taken canings before,” Bergen said. I couldn’t help noticing that there was a quaver of fear in his voice that belied his brave words.

“Yoshi,” I called, holding out the cane. “This scum owes you five lashes … collect them now.” Yoshi nervously took the offered cane and started to move behind Bergen when I stopped him. “If I think you’re going easy on this asshole, you’ll find yourself in the stocks receiving two lashes for every one you go easy on,” I said harshly.

I don’t know whether it was my words, or whether Yoshi really felt anger towards Bergen, and I really didn't care, but by the third lash, Bergen was crying out in real pain. The Japanese slave handed me the cane and bowed his head.

“I must admit that I did not swing as hard as I probably could have,” Yoshi said. “I didn’t want to draw blood.”

“Smart move,” I said. “It’s good to see that you used some common sense. I wouldn’t want this scum bleeding all over Konrad’s chair when he’s strapped down to get his head shaved.” To my surprise, Yoshi’s eyes lit up eagerly and he shot a triumphant glance towards the restrained slave as I handed the cane over to Konrad.

I could tell that Konrad had some experience wielding a cane. He concentrated his five lashes on the back of Bergen’s thighs. Each lash brought a fresh yelp of pain from his victim. I admired the five evenly spaced red lines that appeared with every swing of Konrad’s arm. He was smiling as he handed me the cane.

Now it was time for me to prove myself. Aside from paddling Simon, I didn’t have any experience administering corporal punishment. I gave the cane a couple of practice swings, listening to the sharp whistle the cane made swishing through the air. I was surprised that I wasn’t feeling any reluctance to inflict physical pain on another. The truth was, that I already had an erection as I anticipated adding fifteen more stripes to Bergen’s ass.

I swung the cane without warning; thrilled at the sound it made as it made contact with the pale white flesh of the slave’s butt. I discovered that I liked the sound of the howl of pain that escaped Bergen’s lips. I caused the pain and found it thrilling. I took my time administering the remaining fourteen lashes, my dick twitching with each red stripe that appeared. By the time my eighth blow landed across the Irish slave’s butt, he was sobbing openly.

Replacing the cane in the rack, I turned and slowly looked around the room. Konrad and Yoshi were looking at me with respect. Simon and Eric were pale and regarded me with a mixture of awe and fright. As for the steroid twins, I couldn’t tell what they thought one way or the other with their faces hidden by the black leather hoods. The only thing I could see were their eyes and those were impassive.

“Get him out of the stocks and up into Konrad’s chair,” I said brusquely to the twins.

As were leaving the room, Yoshi stopped me. “You should know that Bergen is very vain about his hair,” the Japanese slave said. “You should have seen how delighted he was to find that he had been assigned to the service staff because we are permitted to have longer hair. He always makes a point of putting down the other slaves who are either buzzed or shaved.”

“Thanks for that information,” I said. “Let’s see how he likes having a smooth dome.”

Entering Konrad’s barbershop, I grinned savagely at the sight of Bergen wriggling uncomfortably in the chair. I wasn’t sure which was causing him more discomfort – his abused butt or knowing that his precious red hair was soon to be history. Konrad didn’t waste any time getting his clippers turned on. He worked quickly – much faster than he had done with Eric, sending clumps of red hair raining down over Bergen’s naked body. Each pass of the clippers brought a plaintive sigh from the Irish slave. Within minutes, his head had been clippered down to stubble.

Konrad didn’t bother wrapping a hot towel around Bergen’s head. He went straight to spreading the hot lather over the slave’s head, even coating Bergen’s eyebrows. I glanced over at Eric and found him grinning at the sight of Konrad scraping the foam away with his straight razor. In fact, almost everyone in the room seemed to be enjoying the activity – except for Bergen. He decidedly uncomfortable with what was happening. He grimaced as Konrad scraped away each of his eyebrows.

As soon as Konrad wiped the last traces of lather from Bergen’s face, I went over and took my time running my hands over his head and face. “Mmmm, I like how smooth this feels,” I said. “I bet you can’t wait until the other slaves see your new look.”

The idea of the other slaves seeing him shaved smooth clearly did not hold any appeal for the slave.

I ran my hand across his forehead. “But, they’ll have to wait until after you get inked,” I said. Bergen shot me a dismayed look, which made me grin even wider as I traced my finger across his forehead. “But, instead of inking the back of your head, I’m going to have Brigitta put the tattoo right across your forehead, here – that way, you can see it every time you look in the mirror.” I leaned close until our noses were inches apart. “Everything done to Eric is going to be done to you. I want you to remember that.”

Straightening, I noticed the look of surprise on Konrad’s face. He clearly knew all – or at least most – of Alexi’s plans for Eric’s transformation. I wished I could tell just what Alexi’s plans were from the expression on Konrad’s face, but I couldn’t.

Brigitta grinned mischievously when she heard my plans for Bergen. Like me, she blamed the Irish slave for Konrad’s punishment. She had rubbed her hands over Konrad’s buzzed head when we first entered the tattooing room, and consoled him by reminding him that it wouldn’t be long before his hair grew back out. I noticed Konrad hadn’t mentioned the caning he’d received to Brigitta, so I did. That news sent her into a rage, which made Bergen cringe.

He began whimpering and begging when I announced that I wanted the word SLAVE inked across his forehead in large black block letters. Brigitta ended the noise coming from him by forcing his mouth open and wedging a ball gag between his teeth. Since a strap couldn’t be placed across his forehead to hold him in place, I had one of the steroid twins hold Bergen’s head in place as Brigitta began stenciling the word on his forehead.

Even with the gag in place, Bergen managed to make quite a bit of noise as Brigitta inked in the block letters spanning his forehead. I wondered whether Bergen would feel any shame initially when people saw his inked forehead.

“He certainly doesn’t seem very happy about his fate,” Simon observed weakly.

“You’re right,” I said. “In fact, he seems downright unhappy – he’s lost that condescending smirk he had on his face when he insulted Eric last night.”

A devilish thought popped into my mind and I interrupted Brigitta long enough to explain my thought. I knew immediately from her expression that she would be able to fulfill my request. Even thought Brigitta seemed as excited as I was, she returned to her work with the same deliberate pace, slowly filling in each letter with black ink.

When she finally finished her work on his forehead, Brigitta removed the ball gag. Bergen didn’t waste any time blubbering that he was sorry and that his punishment was totally unfair. It didn’t take Brigitta long to shut him up again. She produced a strap that went under his chin and buckled on the top of his head, forcing his jaws closed.

“You look a lot better with a smile on your face,” I said. “So, Brigitta is going to make sure you always have a happy expression on your face.”

Bergen’s eyes widened in horror as my words sunk in and as Brigitta began to freehand draw a clown smile on his face. When she was finished, Bergen looked like Jack Nicholson as The Joker. Changing needles and ink colors, Brigitta went right to work outlining Bergen’s new smile in a brilliant red ink. As Brigitta inked in the smile, I had to admit that it really did make the slave look happier.

Watching Brigitta, I found myself rubbing my crotch, trying to shift my hard cock to a more comfortable position inside my jeans. I thought about calling Simon over to suck me off, but decided that might be a little too much for him with so many people – most of them strangers – in the room. I decided, instead, to make use of Yoshi and waved him over. To my surprise, Simon stepped forward and nervously sank to his knees in front of me.

Simon was trembling and his eyes had a frightened look in them, but he managed a weak smile as he looked up at me.

“Are you sure?” I asked him softly.

Simon swallowed hard and nodded. “It’s my job to take care of your dick,” he said in a shaky voice. “I think Konrad could use Yoshi’s help though.”

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Simon was right – Konrad’s jeans showed a definite bulge in them. All I needed to do was tilt my head from the Japanese slave to Konrad and Yoshi was dropping to his knees.

I lovingly stroked Simon’s soft hair as he pulled my dick free of its confinement in my jeans. He was blushing, but he didn’t hesitate taking my dick into his mouth as the steroid twins looked on impassively. He sucked my erection slowly, trying to pace himself with Brigitta’s progress on Bergen’s face. Simon knew I was enjoying watching the Irish slave’s transformation and was making sure his efforts just increased my pleasure. He’d briefly pull away from my erection just long enough to glance over his shoulder to check on Brigitta’s progress. Then, he’d return to sucking my rod, moderating his efforts just enough to keep pace with Brigitta’s progress.

I forced myself to look away from the tattooing long enough to see how Konrad was faring. He had a look of bliss on his face as Yoshi eagerly slurped away on his erection. The Japanese slave was running his tongue round and round the mushroom head of Konrad’s slender dick. I noticed that Yoshi would look out of the corner of his eye to keep pace with Simon.

I felt my balls churn just moments before Brigitta finished coloring in the tattooed smile on Bergen’s face. To my left, Konrad was already groaning in delight as he pumped his load into Yoshi’s willing mouth. I struggled to hold back until Brigitta’s tattoo gun stopped humming – but I couldn’t hold back. Throwing my head back, I felt like howling in rapture as my body was wracked with convulsive spasm after spasm.

I jerked Simon to his feet and locked my mouth over his, tasting the sweet, saltiness of my juice in his mouth. I knew full well the courage it had taken for Simon to go down on me with strangers watching and at that moment, loved him totally, completely, and passionately. I sat in one of the cube chairs, pulling Simon down to sit between my legs where I could pet his head and stroke his neck.

“This pig is to experience everything that Eric is scheduled for?” Brigitta asked as she put her equipment down.

“Everything,” I said firmly. “And then some.”

Brigitta nodded. “Then, the tattoo across his groin can wait until later, I think.” Again, I realized that both Brigitta and Konrad knew exactly what Alexi had planned for Eric – modifications that would, perhaps, surprise me. “I think now we can start ringing him.”

Eric’s hands unconsciously reached up to his nipples as if to protect them. Then, they slowly drifted down protectively over his dick. I knew he was wondering whether his nipples or his dick – perhaps both – were going to be pierced. He swallowed hard as Konrad brought Brigitta a tray with forceps and piercing needles. There was an assortment of rings along one side of the tray. Eric’s face went several shades paler when Brigitta lifted a very large needle towards Bergen’s face.

Both Bergen and Eric realized at about the same time that the needle was going through the Irish slave’s septum. Eric whimpered. Small animal noises come from deep in Bergen’s throat. I was shocked – and, aroused when I realized that Alexi planned to have a ring through Eric’s nose. I could easily imagine the stares and chuckles from the other students when they first saw the new Eric back at school. The sounds from Bergen increased as Brigitta pushed the needle through the cartilage of his nose.

Konrad stood behind Eric and wrapped his arms around him. “Don’t be afraid,” Konrad said soothingly. “It will not hurt when you are done. Brigitta will first numb your nose.”

Eric nodded, tight-lipped. I couldn’t suppress a smile – Eric clearly feared the prospect of being seen with a ring through his nose, but seemed to be accepting his fate with as much composure as he could muster.

Brigitta had the needle through Bergen’s nose. She turned to me and held up a ring. “Big enough,” she asked. “Or do you think something larger?”

I studied the ring in her hand – it was about the size of a quarter. “Bigger,” I said, totally enjoying the look of terror that sprang up in Bergen’s eyes.

Brigitta nodded approvingly. We finally settled on a ring about the size of an old silver dollar.

“This will hurt going in,” Brigitta said. She shrugged. “Oh well, the best lessons in life are learned painfully,” she said with a note of cheer in her voice.

Bergen jerked and struggled against his bonds as Brigitta worked the large needle through the hole she had made in his septum, tears streaming down his face. Once it was in place, she gave it an experimental tug, laughing at the renewed struggles of the humiliated slave. With the ring in place, Brigitta stood and removed the straps holding Bergen’s head still.

“This is too far!” Bergen screamed between sobs. “So I embarrassed the little poof…”

“Put a sock in it!” I snapped. “You haven’t received half of what you deserve. You had no right humiliating someone else’s slave – especially one new to training.” I rose and stalked across the room to stand over him. “Because of you, my friend Konrad was punished and so was Yoshi who seems to be a very good, respectful slave. You think wearing a collar and chastity belt makes you a slave – it doesn’t. You have a bad attitude – you think you’re better than everyone else is. Well, you’re not – in fact, you’re lower than they are. You’re nothing but a wise-ass punk.”

“Fuck you…” Bergen spat, his face contorted with anger.

“Shut up!” Alexi’s voice cracked across the room.

I spun around in surprise to find Alexi standing in the open doorway. He was dressed in a very fashionable Saville Row three-piece suit. As surprising as his sudden appearance was to me, the sight of him seemed to scare Bergen to his very core. His mouth hung open. I heard the spatter of water and jumped back to avoid the stream of urine as Bergen peed himself.

Alexi quickly crossed the room to Eric and took him in his arms warmly before holding his boy at arms length to examine his modifications. “You look beautiful,” Alexi said stroking Eric’s bald head lovingly.

“Is it true about me getting my nose pierced?” Eric stammered.

“Yes,” Alexi admitted. He playfully tweaked Eric’s nose. “But don’t worry about it – no one at school will notice. You’ll just wear a small bar to keep the hole open during the day.”

Eric nodded, accepting Alexi’s decision.

“I came back right away,” Alexi said to me as he examined the modifications to Bergen so far. “I should have known you’d have everything in hand.” He favored me with a conspiratorial smile. “I knew your interests ran along the same lines as mine – you just needed to accept and develop them.”

“Thanks,” I managed to say, strangely embarrassed at the unexpected words of praise.

“What happened to you?” Alexi asked Konrad as he ran a hand over his fresh buzz.

“It’s nothing,” Konrad demurred.

“He was punished because Bergen embarrassed Eric,” I spoke up. “He also received five lashes with the cane – as did Yoshi.”

“I want you both to know I didn’t request that, nor even authorize it,” Alexi said. “You’ll both be compensated.” Alexi turned back to me. “Are you finished with this pig?”

“Not yet,” I replied. “I decided he’d receive each of the modifications you ordered for Eric – of course, I’m not quite clear exactly what they are.”

“I didn’t mean no harm,” Bergen blubbered. “I swear I didn’t know the boy belonged to you … I swear I didn’t. Please don’t do nothing more to me.”

“And you think that mitigates your crime?” Alexi asked in wonder. “Your disrespect would have been acceptable had Eric been property of someone else?” Alexi reached out and gave the Irish slave’s nose ring a twist. “Disrespect like yours is wrong regardless of who owns the slave. The fact that Eric is mine only aggravated your crime. Now, shut your mouth or I’ll have Brigitta glue it closed.”

I doubted the threat was an idle one, and from the look on Brigitta’s face, I could tell that she wouldn’t mind carrying out that order.

Alexi turned to the steroid twins. “We’re going to lunch. After we’re gone, unstrap this pig and make him clean the floor,” he ordered. He held up a warning finger. “No physical damage!”

“So, what do you think of The Castle?” Alexi asked me once we were seated around the table in our suite. He had even insisted Yoshi join us as a small compensation for having been – in his opinion – wrongly punished.

“I never dreamed a place like this could exist,” I said. “It’s really been a learning experience.”

“A pleasurable one, I hope,” Alexi smiled.

“More than I ever thought possible,” I admitted. I leaned closer and dropped my voice. “How is it possible that you can be a member at a place like this and at your age?”

“That’s simple,” Alexi said airily. “My family owns it.”

“Your family?” I looked around in astonishment. “Your family owns the whole thing?”

“This and several others like it around the world,” Alexi admitted. He looked amused. “You have no idea who my family is, do you?”

“The Yousupov family,” I said dumbly.

Alexi shook his head. “I love Americans,” he said with a chuckle. “Haven’t you ever wondered why professors at school show me more deference than most of the other students?”

“I just figured it was because your family is wealthier than most,” I said truthfully.

“That is partly true,” Alexi said. “One of my immediate ancestors was Felix Yousupov,” Alexi said searching my face for recognition of the name. I drew a blank and shook my head. “He was the assassin of Rasputin.”

“But wasn’t Rasputin killed by a Russian prince?” I asked.

“Felix was first cousin to Nicholas II and a prince,” Alexi explained. “Officially, I am Prince Alexi Mikhailovich Ivan Yousupov, Grand Duke of Imperial Russia and a few other assorted titles. None of which really mean anything anymore, to be honest.”

“Wow,” was all I could manage to think of to say.

“Don’t get all impressed by that,” Alexi laughed. “After the fall of Imperial Russia, most of the Russian nobility fled to Paris or here to Switzerland. Most ran through what little money they had managed to take with them.”

“But not your family,” I observed.

Alexi smiled that conspiratorial smile again and leaned closer to me. “The Yousupovs have always been black sheep of the extended Romanov family. A streak of decadence runs deep through my family – Felix Yousupov was a bisexual and transvestite. My great-grandfather shared the same tastes you and I do. He was smart enough to know that there were many more out there who were like him – and us. And, he knew they’d be more than willing to pay handsomely for the excitement a club such as this offers.”

“The club has grown significantly since his day,” Alexi said. “My own father brought me here when I was thirteen – shortly after he caught me trying to peek down the blouse of one of the maids.”

“You’re kidding!” I couldn’t imagine my father doing that for me.

“I’m serious,” Alexi said holding up his right hand, as if taking an oath. “He had a line of handsome male and beautiful female slaves for me to choose from. Naturally, I chose one of each. After that, I was pretty much a regular here and I discovered my rather esoteric tastes and preferences and developed them. When Father died two years ago, the clubs were left to me. His other business interests remain part of the family holdings.”

“You own all this?” I asked.

“Yes,” Alexi said. “Of course, an uncle manages the business and financial matters until of come of legal age. But, that’s freed me to search for the two things I wanted most.”

“What are they?” I wanted to know.

“A personal slave of my own – which I’ve found in Eric,” Alexi said. “And, an equal – someone who shares the same thrill as I do with domination. There are a lot of Masters and even sadists – but few who are able to dominate another to the point of humiliation and beyond and at the same time love that other unreservedly. I think you are just such a person.”

Once again, I was speechless. I knew what Alexi was saying, though.

“So, I can see I’ve embarrassed you,” Alexi laughed. “Back to matters at hand – namely, what’s on the agenda next for Bergen?” Alexi watched me closely. “Of course, it’s possible he’s learned his lesson in humility.”

“I don’t think so.” I said. “If he had, he’d know he deserved the punishments he’s received. Instead, he’s angry with me because he doesn’t think he deserved to be punished, and he’s simply afraid of you. That’s not the same as learning humility.”

“You’re right, of course,” Alexi agreed. “Nice piece of mean between his legs – when it’s not pissing all over the place, of course.”

“That’s clearly been his problem,” I said. “He’s naturally good looking and well endowed. He’s always been able to impress others because of those things. It’s given him an attitude of natural superiority over the people he comes in contact with.”

“Exactly,” Alexi said. “You’ve corrected the problem with his looks, of course…”

“But, that still leaves him with his huge cock,” I mused. “He still knows people will be impressed by that when they see it dangling between his legs … it’s probably even more impressive hard.”

“So, how do you correct his attitude in that department?” Alexi asked.

“The simple answer is chop it off,” I said absently. “But, I don’t think that’s possible…”

“The simple answers are always the best,” Alexi said. “And, at The Castle anything is possible.”

“You’re kidding!” I exclaimed.

“Why should I kid?” Alexi asked innocently.

I leaned back in shock. But, I wasn’t shocked at considering cutting off someone’s dick – I was shocked that it suddenly seemed like such a natural thing to consider. The more I thought it over, the more logical it seemed to be. Bergen had been cocky about his looks – I’d ordered them taken away. With the tattooed smile and word SLAVE inked across his forehead, he’s never be considered handsome again. Following that line of logic, it seemed perfectly natural to take the next step to teach Bergen humility.

“How difficult is it to arrange?” I asked casually.

“How hard is it for you to say the words?” Alexi countered.

It was my turn to favor Alexi with a smile. Pushing back from the table, I motioned for him to follow me. I thought I knew the way back down to Brigitta’s tattoo room, and only took a couple of wrong turns before finding the room.

Bergen was once more secured to the chair, the floor in front of him clean and dry. I wondered if the steroid twins had made him clean the floor with a mop or his tongue. I made a mental note to ask them later. I walked confidently over to the Irish slave and took his impressive dick in my hand.

“Nice dick,” I said casually. “I want you to really enjoy it while you can. Look at it, admire it … it’s too bad you won’t be able to play with it, though.” Bergen was sweating nervously as he stared at me with frightened eyes. “I want you to remember how impressive a cock you have … because, you’re not going to have it much longer.”

The Irish slave began sobbing and whining as he begged me not to order his dick cut off.

“Cry all you want,” I said coldly, feeling power surge through my belly and concentrate in my groin. “I’ve decided to have it cut off.”

I turned to find Alexi smiling broadly at me. I’d said the words out loud and liked the way they sounded and made me feel. I smiled back.

To be continued…