‘Freedom in capitalist society always remains about the same as it was in ancient Greek republics: freedom for slave owners.’

(A large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to Moscow, Christmas 1999)

After his excruciating experience on the wheel, 14 year-old Sergei had been too distressed and damaged to return immediately with his Master to the dacha near St. Petersburg. The boy had instead been afforded a spare cell in the basement of the similar country residence near his home city of Moscow at which the most recent auction of new young slaves had just been held.

Sergei’s back, buttocks and the rear of his legs had been agonisingly indented with a morass of bloody spike marks. Fortunately, all of these injuries would eventually completely heal and not leave any permanent scars. The young Muscovite had, despite his acute anguish, been sensible enough not to wriggle too much as the wheel was slowly mechanically revolved over several hours, under the initial cruel supervision of the host, and so he had not made his wounds more serious by radical movement.

Nevertheless, the pain induced when Sergei had revolved upwards, causing the full weight of his body to press against the spikes on the rim of the wheel, to which his wrists and ankles were chained so that he was stretched taut in an uncomfortable curve, had been immense. The relief accrued when the boy subsequently moved downwards had also initially been lessened by the fact that he at first believed in horror that the gap between the lower edge of the wicked device and the black concrete floor of the torture chamber was insufficient to allow him passage.

The petrified Sergei only accepted that the gap was just sufficient for most of his slim body after he had been revolved several times through 360°. However, the boy also discovered that his flaccid cock did brush the polished floor on each revolution. This phenomenon became more noticeable, both physically and visibly, with time, as the unruly penis reacted by gradually becoming hard.

The host of the auction and the many guests, who had accompanied him to watch him hurt Sergei, and who included the boy’s own Master, noticed this penile reaction, which was common because the wheel had been set up partly to induce such a phenomenon when torturing young males. The spectators naturally stayed to see the equally customary denouement.

Despite Sergei’s excruciation and his earlier ejaculation when the butler had sodomised him, his raging young teenage hormones, boosted by previous enforced celibacy and unknowing consumption of strong aphrodisiacs, needed only two dozen revolutions of the wheel to make him cum again. The boy’s ecstatic erection was still shamefully spurting semen when he was once more temporarily uplifted to face the ceiling instead of the floor, causing some of the ejaculate to fall back onto his genitals and belly.

When Sergei was subsequently again moving downwards and he was in the relevant inverted position, some of the residual cum even dripped onto his chest and face, thereby completing his humiliation, to the utter delight of the many spectators crowded into the torture chamber. Having watched this pleasant spectacle, the latter throng subsequently departed to leave the boy to enjoy his torture on his own, as the wheel was allowed automatically to turn slowly for a few more hours.

During this generally agonising period, Sergei somehow managed to enjoy two more brief ecstatic intervals, as he orgasmed twice more.

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

After spending several days lying on his front on the bed of a tiny basement cell in a dacha near Moscow, whilst the rear of his body healed with the aid of a corrupt doctor’s expert attention, Sergei was returned to the similar country residence of his own Master near St. Petersburg. Two limousines and a private jet aircraft provided the boy’s transport and, during the journey, he had been able to judge from the snowy and seasonally decorated scenes through the windows that Christmas was imminent.

Sergei was now continuing his recuperation in a more familiar tiny basement cell. As the boy did so, he was excused the generally unpleasant daily exercise sessions.

Such pardon from the daily exercise sessions, however, made the common monotony of Sergei’s current existence even more acute. The boy was therefore unsure whether he should be displeased or happy about the situation.

Sergei had discovered that lengthy periods of suffering at his Master’s cruel hands in the basement of the dacha, such as that endured on the day of his induction, were actually quite rare, as were the man’s perverse parties. Despite his clear cruel lust for his four slaveboys, the multi-millionaire simply did not appear to be present at his country residence with them very often.

Sergei would have known if he was being left alone whilst one of the other three slaveboys suffered nearby because the walls in the basement did not seem to be too thick. The sound of music coming from the entertainment room or of screams from the torture chamber could readily be heard.

Sergei judged correctly that his Master remained a working multi-millionaire, who committed himself to a very hectic business schedule, as well as social life. The boy therefore rightly presumed that the allures of making more money and of enjoying events elsewhere were somehow often greater for the man than the attractions offered by his four exceptionally beautiful young slaves in the basement of his country dacha.

Sergei by now knew that his Master compensated for his absence from his dacha by frequently being accompanied by one of his young slaves on his business and other excursions. The selected boy would act in public places as a valet, just as Yuri had done during the man’s recent trip to New York.

Sergei himself had so far not yet been chosen for the privilege, apart from his recent horrible and injurious trip to Moscow for a fraternity event. However, the boy’s failure to be selected for another trip would soon end and again he would not enjoy the experience.

Given his Master’s frequent absences, much of Sergei’s first three months of service for the sadist had therefore actually largely been filled with immense monotony. Such boredom was interspersed with only occasional bouts of humiliation and suffering of varying length and cruelty at the hands of the man or his staff.

The staff tended not to overplay their employer’s generosity in being willing to share his young slaves’ sexual services. They were keen not to damage the boys in some way through overuse, which might engender their boss’ anger and so endanger their lucrative jobs.

Consequently, Sergei found that most of his time was spent alone in his tiny cell, naked apart from the cruel transparent chastity cage encasing his genitals. At such times, the daily routine was always monotonously the same.

The boring schedule did, though, provide Sergei with the only way in which he could guess the approximate time. The boy would not otherwise have been able to make a decent judgement because his tiny accommodation was windowless and the cell’s fluorescent light was never switched off to indicate day or night

The usual routine would begin with an order, which normally woke Sergei and was conveyed over the intercom, for the boy to cleanse and groom himself in readiness for the doctor’s daily visit. The physician would be calling to perform the customary health and welfare checks and supervise the usual enemas. He also now caused the young slave a lot of pain as well as shame by applying the stinging depilatory solution to appropriate areas on the 14 year-old’s perfect body.

The doctor would invariably temporarily remove Sergei’s transparent perspex genital chastity cage for the purpose of applying the stinging solution to the boy’s smooth sexual organs. The young slave’s frustrated cock inevitably celebrated the brief freedom from tight restriction in spiked plastic by immediately rising to full erection, aided by his generally recently unsatisfied raging teenage hormones, which were further stimulated by the aphrodisiacs that continued to be furtively included in his diet.

Such penile hardness, however, never lasted for long, even when the doctor next began gently rubbing Sergei’s genitals, using hands protected by rubber gloves. Normally such attention would be humiliating but nevertheless stimulating but not when the action signalled the smearing onto the boy’s sexual organs of the stinging depilatory solution.

Despite attempting to brace himself as best he could for the resultant genital anguish, Sergei invariably uttered a low pained groan as the shiny viscous fluid, which resembled baby lotion in appearance but not effect, was applied and his sexual organs felt like they were on fire. The boy’s cock would also immediately shrink to agonised flaccidity, thereby enabling the doctor subsequently to refit the chastity cage with speedy efficiency.

Afterwards, Sergei could usually not resist looking down at his freshly smeared and re-caged genitals. The boy would be rewarded by the sight of his sexual organs encased in tight-fitting plastic and now shining back at him. The fluid rubbed onto them would be reflecting the light of his cell’s two main constantly switched-on sources of illumination, namely the fluorescent tube on the ceiling above and the television screen on a high corner shelf by the door.

From experience, because he had not been informed of the fact, Sergei appreciated that he would not be given any solid sustenance after the doctor finally departed if he was required for sexual service, whilst water from the tap in his cell would be his only drink. The efficiency of the enemas to which the boy had just been embarrassingly subjected was not to be marred by other consumption until his duties had been fulfilled.

Sergei could therefore now always tell whether his Master was resident or expected in the dacha. Food would quickly arrive after the doctor’s daily visit if the multi-millionaire was not present or coming. Otherwise, the boy would have to wait to be fed and the delay was invariably prolonged until the man had satisfied his perverted sadistic lusts for the day.

The Master was often inconsistent and erratic in his sexual activity. The man frequently changed his mind about which slaveboys to use, in singles or multiples, and how in order to sate his lusts, and he might also require several deviant sessions before he was fully satisfied.

Consequently, confirmation that the Master had finally sated his perverted appetites for the day could arrive late and only then would an unused boy be stood down from waiting to be summoned. Whether any appetites, for food rather than sex, possessed by the young slaves, used or not, would then be met depended on two factors.

One was the lateness of the hour, as the domestic staff usually could not be bothered to feed the boys beyond the early evening. The other related to the physical condition of those young slaves upon whom the Master had vented his generally cruel sexual desires, as they were often now too pained to be worried about food.

Boys, even those not summoned for sexual service by the Master, could therefore often pass the day without any sustenance whatsoever, apart from the water provided by the taps in their cells. However, the resultant feeling of starvation would be psychological rather than real. The doctor was accurately kept informed about what the young slaves did consume because he controlled their diets carefully in order to ensure their health and welfare, albeit not out of kind concern for them. His consideration was for his employer, who did not want sickly sex toys but rather pristinely lively ones.

The first indication that the Master was not resident or expected was the arrival, shortly after the departure of the doctor, of cereal in milk contained in a light plastic dish, accompanied by a spoon and a cup of the same material, with the latter filled with orange juice. Sergei correctly presumed that such fare, which would be pushed on a tray through the narrow flap at the bottom of his cell door, represented breakfast and meant that another morning had come to the outside world.

After consuming the breakfast, and returning on top of the tray a now empty plastic dish and cup and used spoon back through the narrow flap, Sergei would then have little to do other than contemplate his own thoughts whilst lying on his bed. Viewing or reading pornography by either watching the television or perusing the illustrated literature stored on the little bookshelf next to him tended to be unattractive, although not because the consistent theme was pederasty. The boy was instead reluctant to do anything that might stimulate his caged cock to want to grow and, despite still considering himself to be basically heterosexual, he now knew that the relevant scenes and words did indeed somehow induce such a reaction.

The deeply bored Sergei would wait like this for hours until the daily summons came to frequent the dacha’s large well-equipped gymnasium. In addition to the boys’ food and for the same reasons, the doctor also monitored the young slaves’ exercise regime, as spending whole days lazily lying on beds was not good for their bodies.

On days when the young slaves were required by their Master, the boys would, of course, have no need for physical exertions other than those imposed on them by the multi-millionaire. However, when the man was away, rigorous daily exercise sessions in the dacha’s gymnasium were prescribed for all expect those needing rest to help them recover from recently inflicted injuries, as Sergei was now requiring.

The large well-equipped windowless gymnasium was actually inside one of the metal doors in the sinister corridor outside the boys’ cells. There, the young slaves, naked apart from their genital chastity cages, would exercise in a group under the supervision of one of the domestic staff, a big muscular brutal-looking man in his mid-50s who had once been a Red Army physical education instructor.

The exercise routine was always the same. The boys would initially have to sprint several circuits of the gymnasium, with the one coming last literally earning a black mark. Their instructor used a rubber stamp coated with indelible ink to impress a little ebony circle onto the young miscreant’s right arm.

The boys subsequently practised some gymnastics. They attempted to use a horizontal bar and then rings to pull themselves up from the floor, which was covered in cushioned matting, and also indulged in rope-climbing, walking along a narrow beam, which required good balance, and vaulting over a wooden horse. The associated energetic floor exercises, conducted to the instructor’s accompanying shouted orders, included handstands and summersaults.

Fortunately, most healthy Russian boys are accustomed to performing such gymnastics at school and so the four young slaves all proved at least competent at these exercises, thereby earning few further black marks for errors. However, when they first practised in their current states, they also felt rather peculiar doing so wearing their leather slave collars, wristlets and anklets, plus their genital chastity cages, silver nipple and cock rings and little frenum barbells of the same precious metal on the underside of their penises.

This impression of peculiarity was exacerbated when, due to their energetic movements, particularly whilst inverting themselves for a handstand or summersault, the boys’ nipple-rings also flipped around, sometimes uncomfortably so. However, they eventually became accustomed to exercising whilst so adorned with the regalia that their Master had deemed appropriate for his young slaves.

After the gymnastics, further sprinting was required, this time on the moving platforms of running machines, which was followed by ones simulating cycling and rowing. In each new session, the instructor would establish slightly higher targets for the boys to accomplish on this equipment, in terms of distance achieved in a fixed time. He also set similarly increasing goals for the subsequent lifting of weights.

Further sprinting of circuits around the gymnasium was immediately followed by four now sweaty and tired bodies, all usually displaying at least one black mark on their right arms, literally making a splash. An adjacent basement chamber, directly accessed through a broad door-less arched entrance, contained a swimming pool, about 15 yards long by 10 wide, which was full of very cold water, whose temperature was deliberately kept low by special refrigeration equipment. The Master did not want to spoil his slaveboys by providing fun amenities.

All of the boys loved swimming but not in this freezing water, into which they, however, did not dare to hesitate to dive and which was perfumed to make unnecessary any subsequent need for a shower to restore their bodies to sweat-less sweet-smelling perfection after their rigorous exercises. The performance of the chilling breaststroke over several lengths of the pool concluded the session’s formal components and so the young slaves were naturally happy for two reasons to finish their race as quickly as possible.

First, the boys could then haul themselves out of the cold water. Second, the young slaves could begin to recover from their inevitable exhaustion without having to face other tiring physical challenges.

Unfortunately, one of the boys tended to be less happy than the others at the conclusion of the session. He was, of course, the one displaying the most black marks on his right arm.

The instructor liked to vary the suffering now to be endured by the worst performer during the day’s exercise session, whose identity would be determined by another tie-breaking length swum in the freezing pool if there had been a draw. The cruel man also proved to be quite inventive in using the gymnasium equipment for the purpose.

One example of such cruel ingenuity was demonstrated on the sole occasion so far that the naturally very fit and athletic Sergei had earned most black marks. The boy had done so mainly because he had hurt an ankle during one of the vigorous exercises. The injury was only slight and did not linger too long in the wake of the session, especially after the doctor had treated it with liniment and massage, but it had hindered his capabilities at the time.

Whilst the other boys watched, the instructor removed Sergei’s genital chastity cage and padlocked his leather wristlets to the gymnastics rings, adjusted so that the 14 year-old was uncomfortably suspended above the floor. The man then fixed a little but strong metal clip, located at the end of a length of sturdy cord, to his young victim’s cockring.

This cord was usually utilised to tie the thicker climbing ropes out of the way to the walls when they were not in use. However, on this occasion, the instructor found another use and began to pull.

Sergei’s naked body, on which his released penis had as usual become erect to celebrate its temporary freedom, was consequently drawn by his genitals in the direction in which the cord was being pulled. In response, acute agony immediately overwhelmed the groin of the boy, who began to believe that either his sexual organs would be ripped off him or the cockring would be. He did not think that the latter option would be much better, as the circumference was so narrow that surely his balls would in the process be crushed or torn away too.

In the event, none of these threats actually materialised. By the time that the sadistic instructor had pulled Sergei’s naked form by the boy’s genitals to an angle of about 45° to the floor, and tied the cord to the study horizontal bar apparatus to keep the young slave there, the 14 year-old’s sexual organs were still in place, albeit excruciatingly so.

Before removing the black marks on the boys’ arms with special solvent, the instructor normally concluded the exercise sessions by requiring the young slave who had earned the most to offer his orifices either for sodomy or fellatio. However, Sergei’s anus and mouth had at the time still been his Master’s exclusive preserve and so the man had required the second worst athlete on the day to fulfil the function.

Whilst a tearful Sergei, who somehow avoided begging for mercy because of the proscriptions against talking without permission and exhibiting cowardice, breaking either of which would only incur further punishment, remained agonising stretched in the air by his genitals, Sasha was therefore being sodomised. The instructor again found use for a piece of gymnastics equipment for the purpose. The sex act proceeded whilst the boy was resting facedown over the vaulting horse.

After eventually returning to their cells very tired and possibly also still very hurt after the daily exercise session, a midday luncheon of cold sandwiches would be delivered to the boys. However, a hot evening dinner was later supplied, after a long afternoon boringly spent lying on the bed, unless a salad had been deemed more appropriate according to the careful dietary calculations of the doctor. This final meal of the day would be provided on a plastic tray, with multiple compartments to house the various ingredients, and be eaten with cutlery and be washed down with juice in a cup made of the same cheap material.

Sergei did not believe that his multi-millionaire Master was being parsimonious by providing only plastic utensils. The boy instead thought that safety was a more likely reason, including ensuring that the young slaves did not attempt any self-harm, given the miserable nature of their existences.

Sleep, frequently fitful and often induced not only by tiredness but also by the utter monotony of such a life, would subsequently eventually overwhelm the boys until the whole daily cycle restarted. Given this routine, there should be little surprise that the young slaves were often unsure whether they were displeased or happy at being excused the exercise sessions in order to assist their recuperation from injuries.

Sergei was now in such a dilemma, not knowing whether recuperating from injuries in such a boring manner was better than being subjected to the daily gymnastics sessions or even his Master’s perversions, either of which at least broke the monotony. The boy’s associated melancholy about his present circumstances was made worse by the fact that he knew that many people in the outside world were celebrating and enjoying Christmas.

(A basement cell of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, 2 days later, Christmas Day 1999)

Sergei had been slumbering fitfully in his cell but suddenly woke up in terror early on Christmas Day morning. The boy had just experienced an awful nightmare that would also inflict him on many other occasions in the immediate future.

Sergei had never discovered the ultimate fate of the 15 year-old who had been subjected to the dreaded codicil at the recent quarterly slaveboy auction near Moscow. He had been too busy in the basement below, attached to the wheel, to find out at the time and the host and his guests, when they had finally arrived to torture him, had provided no clue.

Sergei’s Master would not lower himself to speak to him other than when issuing commands. The boy also appreciated that asking a question about the matter would be punishable for talking without permission.

Sergei therefore did not know whether the 15 year-old had lost his genitals. The issue was frighteningly important to him because he too had agreed to the dreaded codicil and news of the boy’s fate might have provided him with a clue regarding the future destiny of his own sexual organs.

The recent nightmare had depicted a beautiful 14 year-old, very much like Sergei in terms of features, failing the challenges of the codicil. The boy’s genitals had subsequently paid horribly for his lack of success.

Having in his nightmare witnessed the 14 year-old’s failure and the tragic consequences, Sergei now firmly believed that he too was destined to suffer a similar fate. He had originally hoped that he would either not have to face the relevant challenge or, if he did, he would succeed. However, he now believed differently.

Sergei, whose nightmare proved to be an unwanted but also his only Christmas present, now wished that he had never agreed to the irrevocable codicil.

(Eastern Nejd Plateau, central Saudi Arabia, 1 month later, January 2000)

Sergei had finally been chosen by his Master to accompany him on a business trip. On this occasion, the excursion was to Saudi Arabia, where the multi-millionaire had oil and other interests, as well as a certain friend who shared his passion for hurting beautiful boys.

For his current role of valet, Sergei wore the customary smart uniform of black Russian-style round-collared buttoned shirt, with the inevitable double-headed eagle logo on his left breast, plus, of the same hue, shoes and tight trousers, which highlighted the lovely curvature of his buttocks nicely. The boy’s usual slave accoutrements had been temporarily dispensed with, apart from his hidden genital chastity cage and silver cockring. The former adornment was invisible to airport scanners, whereas the latter was not. However, this inconvenience did not matter, as the multi-millionaire used his own private jet for travelling significant distances and only frequented private terminals where important people like him, plus his entourage, were not subjected to such security scrutiny.

Sergei attended his Master virtually wherever the man went, performing menial tasks and errands as needed. The boy also satisfied the man’s lusts on a hotel bed at night and frequently in the mornings too, although then the bathroom shower was often an alternative venue.

During such business trips, the Master’s inherent cruelty rarely inspired his desires. The man instead generally confined satisfaction of his sexual needs to plain sodomy or fellatio. Unfortunately for Sergei, a visit to the new isolated desert residence of his Arabian friend was to trigger his sadism.

As the Master, accompanied by Sergei, was shown round the sinister basement amenities of the Arab Sheikh’s desert retreat, which had not yet been supplied with four young Americans, he asked his friend if he would like to practise the use of some of his new equipment on his slaveboy. The host was naturally delighted to accept the kind offer.

Sergei was, on the other hand, appalled and terrified, as he was next ordered to take his uniform off.