The Prince Trains a Slave

If I knew then what I know now, I think I might have chased Eric Flannery away from the dorm suite at St. Michael’s Academy. But, probably not. Even if I knew what was going to happen, I’d probably have kept my mouth shut and gone along for the ride just like I ended up doing and enjoying every minute of it..

Located in Basel, Switzerland, St. Michael’s naturally had a lot of foreign students and arrivals took a little over a week with connections being what they were. I had barely arrived and hadn’t even started unpacking when I met the first of my suitemates. When Alexi Mikhailovich Yousupov strode into the room I had this insane feeling that I should bow or something. It’s not that he was tall or anything – in fact, Alexi (as I quickly learned he liked to be called) was just average height at 5’8” tall. But, he still dominated the room with those dark eyes and drop dead handsome physique. Even his designer clothes couldn’t disguise his muscular body. His thick brown hair was styled in a longish Ivy League style.

He glanced once at me, nodded briefly and then stalked around the suite checking out the two bedrooms. One was a single and the other a double. Finished his examination of the suite, he turned and addressed me for the first time.

“The single is a little smaller than I prefer, but I’ll take that one anyway.” His strong voice carried just the faintest hint of a British accent, which surprised me. I had kind of expected a flat American accent or even a heavy Russian accent, maybe even broken English. But, I definitely wasn’t prepared for the very cultured English accent.

Suddenly, he smiled revealing the whitest and most even teeth I’d ever seen and crossed the room with his hand extended. “I’m Alexi Mikhailovich Yousupov,” he said in that sexy voice. “But please, call me Alexi.”

“Hi … nice to meet you, Alexi,” I said. “I’m Duncan Masters.”

“Pleased to meet you, Duncan,” Alexi replied. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of bills and held them out to me. “Since you’ve been here longer than I, you probably know where the soft drink machines are. Why don’t you grab us a couple of cold drinks … I prefer Coke if they have it.”

The truth was that I’d only been in the dorm about ten minutes longer than Alexi and didn’t even know where the drink machines were. But still, I took the bills and went off in search of the cold drinks. By the time I returned nearly fifteen minutes later, Alexi was sitting in one of the wing chairs, his legs elegantly crossed at the knee as a liveried chauffeur was placing his trunk and bags in the single room. Alexi took his soda and indicated I should sit. As we chatted, I could hear the chauffeur in Alexi’s bedroom unpacking the bags and hanging things in the closet.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but Alexi learned more about me than I did about him. He directed the flow of conversation, asking the questions and offering few answers. I was flattered by the interest this very handsome young man was showing in me. As we chatted, the chauffeur finally emerged from Alexi’s bedroom.

“While you’re here, Grigori, take Duncan’s things into the other room,” Alexi said.

“That’s not necessary,” I protested as the man started taking my things into the big bedroom.

“Nonsense,” Alexi said. “No reason Carson shouldn’t help you out before he leaves.”

It was clear that Alexi just took for granted that the chauffeur should expect to follow his orders as if it were an everyday occurrence. I guess for him it probably was. I just wasn’t used to having people do things like that for me. Carson didn’t even blink an eye as he smoothly picked up my bags and disappeared into the double bedroom with them. He reappeared a few minutes later, pausing briefly for any additional orders before touching his cap and leaving the room.

Three days later, Eric showed up looking as if he wasn’t sure he was in the right place. He stood about 5’4” tall – and that was in his black Oxfords, so I guessed he was more like five three or so. A mass of golden blond hair framed his face, his long sweeping bangs falling into the bluest, most innocent eyes I’ve ever seen. He reminded me of a porcelain doll my mother had in her collection. I helped him lug his things into the room we’d be sharing and was glad Alexi was gone from the room for a while. I wanted some time to appreciate the beauty of our new roommate before Alexi appeared and dominated the suite.

In the three days I’d known Alexi, I quickly discovered just how easily he could dominate another person just by the sheer nature of his personality. He clearly accepted his natural superiority as a given and just assumed everyone else did the same. And the funny thing was, they did. I found it hard to resist when Alexi casually mentioned he wanted a soft drink or suggested I run down to the next block and bring back a pizza. He always paid, but as soon as he made the suggestions I was on my feet and headed for the door.

It didn’t take me long with Eric before I realized he’d be putty in Alexi’s hands. I was tempted to warn our new suitemate about Alexi, but even before the words were on my lips I decided that I wouldn’t. I suddenly got a perverse thrill thinking about Alexi’s personality just overwhelming Eric. I found that I really wanted to see what would happen. I didn’t have long to wait.

Alexi returned about an hour after Eric finished his unpacking. From the minute Eric saw Alexi, I could tell our new suitemate was intimidated by the commanding aura Alexi exuded. Alexi flashed a dazzling smile at our new roommate as he welcomed him to the school.

“You know, I could really use a cold drink,” Alexi said casually. He turned to Eric, “Why don’t you run down and get us all something to drink? I prefer Coke and Duncan here takes root beer.” I noticed Alexi didn’t fish out any money for the drinks this time.

“Sure … sounds like a good idea,” Eric replied to my surprise. He disappeared out the door, already digging in his pockets for money.

Alexi watched him leave a strange smile of satisfaction spreading across his face. He sprawled in his favorite wing chair and grinned up at me.

“Is that some kind of personality test?” I asked.

“Something like that,” Alexi admitted. “When I asked you to get some drinks, you hesitated – very briefly, but you hesitated. You notice, dear Eric started to move for the door even before I could even put my hand in my pocket.”

Alexi stared pensively towards the door for several moments.

“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Alexi finally said.

“I guess.”

“You guess?” Alexi looked at me incredulously. “Of course he’s pretty – that mass of blond hair, smooth complexion, and that mouth. He’s really got such a pretty mouth.”

I couldn’t believe my ears – Alexi was talking about Eric like he was a girl or something. Of course, I had noticed how pretty Eric was from the moment he walked into the room; there was no way I couldn’t notice those things.

“I’ll bet that pretty mouth of his is soft,” Alexi said, a hungry look burning in his eyes. “I wonder if he’s a virgin.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Why should I be kidding?” Alexi asked seriously. “Don’t deny having exactly the same thoughts.”

“Well … maybe, a little,” I admitted, surprised I was even making the admission.

“Of course you did,” Alexi said. “You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t.” The corners of Alexi’s mouth curled up as he ran his tongue over his lips hungrily. “I’ll know just how soft those pretty lips are by the end of the month – probably before then.”

“Oh, come on!” I protested. “You can’t be serious! What if he’s straight?”

“All the better,” Alexi smiled salaciously. “But, you don’t really think he’s straight any more than I do.”

“What about you?” I asked. “Are you gay?”

“What do you think,” Alexi countered, his dark eyes boring straight into me.

“I don’t know, that’s why I asked,” I said trying not to squirm under that unflinching gaze. “I mean you might be bi for all I know. Not that it makes any difference to me one way or another.”

“I’m disappointed in you,” Alexi said, shaking his head. “Sex is sex … you should know that by now.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not a virgin,” Alexi said. It was a statement and not a question. “And, you didn’t just stick it to some vapid co-ed impressed by a prep school stud. You’ve had your dick in some pretty boy’s mouth at least once – probably more than once.”

“How do you know?” I countered.

“Oh come on … we’re telling the truth here,” Alexi said, smiling once again. “If you hadn’t had some sweet boy’s lips wrapped around your dick at least once, you wouldn’t have entertained thoughts about our new roommate. I noticed how you were looking at him when I came in.” He paused. “Go on, deny it if you feel the need. But, you know I’m right.”

I could feel my cheeks burn bright red as Alexi’s words struck home. I thought back to Donald Wilkins, a pretty redheaded boy at summer camp back when I was fourteen. He was slightly built, and effeminate and almost as pretty as Eric. The difference was that Eric wasn’t the least bit effeminate – he was just boyish and shy.

“Okay, so what if I have … doesn’t mean I’m gay,” I said defensively.

“Of course it doesn’t,” Alexi agreed amicably. “So tell me, what was the difference between that girl and the pretty boy … aside from their gender, of course.”

“Well, if you put it that way … nothing,” I said.

“Really … nothing at all?” Alexi asked. “Which one gave you the most intense orgasm?” I opened my mouth to answer and Alexi continued, interrupting me. “I’ll tell you which one … the boy.”

My mouth snapped closed, my teeth audibly clicking. “How’d you know?”

“It’s like I said,” Alexi answered. “Sex is sex – the physical act isn’t that much different regardless of the gender of your partner. Physically, sex is nothing more than a little friction, some heat, and heavy breathing. Put it all together and you get an orgasm.”

“With the girl or girls you’ve had,” Alexi continued. “You had to sweet talk them, tell them how they were the only ones for you. Maybe even tell them you love them. But, you didn’t say any of that to the pretty boy or boys who gave you head. You took them because you deserved to have them drop to their knees and suck you off. Your orgasm was more intense because you had power over them.” Alexi’s voice suddenly became hard. “Power over another person is the truest, most real, most intense aphrodisiac.”

“Yeah, yeah … I guess you’re right,” I admitted.

“But, that’s not all,” Alexi said. “There was an element of humiliation involved – not yours, but his. You always knew in the back of your mind that if you were discovered, he’d be more humiliated because he was the one on his knees … not you. You never dropped to your knees for him.”

Before I could answer, the doorknob turned and Eric entered, apologizing for taking so long. He explained that the machine on our floor was out of drinks and he had to search for another machine. To my surprise, Eric went right past me and handed Alexi his Coke first. Only then did he turn around and hand me my root beer. Behind him, Alexi grinned at me and winked.

I watched and learned as Alexi encouraged Eric to sit down, relax and tell us all about himself. At first, Eric was shy and reticent about himself. He admitted to being born in Philadelphia, but never mentioned anything about his family. Even under Alexi’s seemingly interested prodding, the most we learned was that Eric’s whole life seemed to have been spent in a succession of boarding schools taking him further and further from Philadelphia. The only thing I really gathered about Eric was that he seemed uncomfortable talking about his family.

Over the next few days, I observed Alexi as he methodically exerted his dominance over Eric. It started with little things like sending him for soft drinks a couple of times a day and always letting Eric pay for the drinks. Then, there was the first time Eric gathered his clothes to take down to the laundry room. Alexi mentioned that since Eric was going to be doing some wash anyway, he might as well take Alexi’s socks and underwear along. About ninety minutes later, Eric returned with Alexi’s T-shirts, briefs, and socks – all neatly folded.

As time passed, I grew more and more in awe of Alexi. His suggestions never left any room for refusal. Sometimes they were delivered with a slight smile and sometimes with a totally straight face. But, however they were delivered, his tone clearly indicated he expected Eric to comply. Remarkably, Eric did without any complaint like he was more than happy to do his roommate a favor.

Besides the small requests, Alexi quickly began making suggestions about larger issues. After Eric returned from a meeting with his advisor, Alexi glanced over his class schedule and flatly told Eric he should drop his French course and add both Russian and German. Eric came close to refusing Alexi after hearing that suggestion, explaining that he’d already had three years of French.

“Which is precisely why you should take two new languages,” Alexi said firmly. “How many languages do you speak?”

“I’m pretty good in French,” Eric stammered.

“And you think that’s enough?” Alexi asked. “I speak eight languages fluently and am adding Japanese this term. If you want to be a well-cultured, well-educated person, you need to speak more than one foreign language. Now is the perfect time to add two more – I can tutor you in both Russian and German.”

And, that was the end of the discussion. Eric quickly returned to his advisor and requested a schedule change to drop French and add Russian and German. I think that was when I decided I wanted to be more like Alexi. Watching Eric hurry from the suite to make his schedule changes gave me a boner.

As soon as classes started, Alexi began taking Eric into his room for language tutoring. I listened at the closed door a couple of times and was disappointed to hear only the sound of Alexi drilling Eric in his language lessons.

It was the same thing every night for a week – Alexi and Eric would enter Alexi’s room and the door would close behind them. Moments later, I was tiptoeing over and listening at the door to Alexi patiently, but firmly drilling Eric in his languages. Even though nothing exciting happened, I was at the door each night, a bulge in my trousers, hoping to that that was the night something did happen. Finally, at the end of the second week something happened.

When Eric returned from classes that Friday, Alexi asked how his first quiz in Russian had gone. Eric went red with shame as he admitted he had just barely passed the quiz. Alexi began to sternly lecture his pupil about not concentrating enough during their tutoring sessions, and having his mind on things that didn’t pertain to schoolwork, finishing up with how ashamed Eric should be to have gotten such a low score.

“How many times did I tell you to keep your mind on your lessons?” Alexi scolded, standing over Eric. “All you’ve talked about all week is going to some club meeting tomorrow night.”

“You’re right,” Eric said meekly.

“What club,” I asked. In addition to regular classes, St. Michael’s required all students to be involved in extracurricular activities and play at least sport.

“The Madrigal Singers,” Eric said, his eyes still directed to the floor.

“You’re already in the Chorus,” I pointed out.

“But, this is a different type of singing,” Eric said lamely.

“And how long will you be allowed to stay in the club if you can’t keep your grades up?” Alexi asked firmly. Alexi had a good point – the academy required all students to maintain their grades in order to participate in club activities. Eric could be a member of the club and rehearse, but if his grades weren’t up to standards, he wouldn’t be allowed to actually sing with the club.

“Well, there’s no other option,” Alexi said finally. “You’re just going to have to spend extra time studying and I’m going to have to tutor you more intensely … so, I don’t see how you can attend the club meeting tomorrow.”

Eric blinked several times in shock at Alexi’s announcement, and I was surprised that he didn’t protest in any way.

After dinner that night, Alexi led Eric straight into his room and as usual closed the door. Hurrying to my post, I held my ear close to the door. Instead of the usual vocabulary and grammar drills, I heard Alexi delivering another stern lecture. I couldn’t hear everything said through the door, since Alexi didn’t raise his voice, and Eric’s voice was normally soft. I did pick up words like “dedication” and “discipline,” I thought I heard “it’s your choice,” “no … down.” I thought I heard a muffled sniffle from the other side of the door. I couldn’t quite get the gist of the lecture. And then, everything fell into place.

From the other side of the door I heard the unmistakable sound of a hand being firmly applied to bare skin. My dick instantly went rock hard as I wished the door had a keyhole I could peek through.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Alexi was spanking Eric – and fairly hard, too. I actually pressed my ear against the door so I could hear what was going on on the other side better. I could faintly make out whimpers and gasps of pain from the inside of Alexi’s room. I was trembling all over with excitement at what I was hearing. The thing that really amazed me was that Eric was taking it without putting up a fight. All too soon the sound of the spanking stopped. I listened for a little while longer and then crept away from the door.

Hurrying back to my room, I rummaged through my laundry bag, pulled out a bath towel and spread it on the floor between my bed and the wall. Turning out the lights, I opened the drapes and let the Swiss moon bathe the room in silvery light. It didn’t take me long to strip out of my clothes and sink to my knees on the towel. My cock was still rock hard and dripping steadily like a leaky faucet. Spreading my legs as wide as I could, I began stroking trembling seven inches as I imagined the scene in Alexi’s room.

In my mind’s eye I could see Eric, still in his school uniform, facing a stern Alexi. Maybe he had a tear slowly rolling down one smooth cheek as his trembling fingers unknotted his striped tie and slowly, fearfully unbuttoned his starched white shirt. I knew he had to be shaking like a leaf as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his gray flannel trousers, exposing those tighty whitey briefs.

And there was Alexi, sitting on the foot of his bed, waiting patiently as Eric stepped out of his trousers and removed his shoes and socks. I imagined Alexi reaching out and taking Eric by the hand, pulling him closer and making him bend down, to lay across Alexi’s knees. I just knew Alexi would be the one to pull down Eric’s white briefs and expose those tight, white ass cheeks. He probably rubbed his hand over those firm, creamy cheeks before raising his hand and bringing it down. His blow was hard enough to sting, but not so hard that it brought howls of pain from little Eric. Unremitting physical pain wasn’t the point – at least, I didn’t think it would be for Alexi. No, he wanted his spanking to hurt just enough – the real punishment was the humiliation Eric had to feel sprawled across Alexi’s knees.

The idea of being able to overwhelm someone else just by sheer force of personality and make them submit to the humiliation of a bare-assed spanking was so intense it had me panting with excitement. I could feel my balls churn and then my dick exploded, pumping and pumping my seed onto the towel. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, leaving me gasping for breath and so dizzy that I almost fell over.

Cleaning myself off, I stuffed the used towel into the bottom of my laundry bag, grabbed my robe and headed down to the communal showers down the hall.

Finding the showers empty, I turned all six showers on hot full blast and let the tile room fill with steam. I still couldn’t get over what I had heard through the door to Alexi’s room. I thought back to what Alexi had said about having power over someone else being the most erotic feeling anyone could experience. I hadn’t been so sure he was right at the time … but now, I knew for sure just how right he had been. I’d just experienced the most intense feelings of my life and I hadn’t even participated in Eric’s humiliation.

I began wondering just how intense my feelings would be if I had the same kind of control over someone else. If the vicarious thrill I’d just experienced was so intense, how much more intense would it be if I was the one in charge? I couldn’t begin to imagine what that would feel like, but knew I wanted to know for myself.

By the time I finally left the shower room, my skin was glowing pinkly from all the steam. Returning to our suite, I noticed Alexi’s door was still closed. I slipped into a pair of sweat pants and a tank top and lounged in the sitting room, lazily turning the pages of my science textbook.

About forty-five minutes later, Alexi’s door opened and the two of them emerged. Eric’s tie hung loosely draped around his neck and the two buttons of his shirt were open and his usually meticulously brushed hair was mussed. I noticed that Eric’s eyes were still a little red, but didn’t say anything about them. More importantly, I noticed that his lips were swollen.

“How’d it go?” I asked as casually as I could.

“Okay,” Eric said shyly. “I think I understand better now.”

I tried not to stare at Eric’s face, but I couldn’t get the image of his red-tinged eyes and swollen mouth out of my mind.

Behind Eric, Alexi shot me a knowing glance and winked. I almost fell off the sofa – in just one night Alexi had put our roommate over his knee and fucked his pretty mouth. He had said he’d have Eric’s sweet lips wrapped around his dick in less than a month and he did it.

“If you’re going to do some wash tonight, I’ve got a few things you can add to the load, Eric,” Alexi said as if the request was the most natural thing in the world. “Maybe Duncan has a few things to add to the load as well.”

“Sure, Alexi … no problem,” Eric said.

I watched in wonder as Eric lugged the three laundry bags from the suite to the basement laundry room. I couldn’t believe how easily Alexi had gotten Eric to do my laundry as well as his. The door had barely closed when I was turning to Alexi.

“You did it, didn’t you?” I demanded.

“I said I would by the end of the month, didn’t I?” Alexi asked with a satisfied smile. He leaned back and regarded me intently. “Did you enjoy listening?”

“Huh?”

“At the door,” Alexi said. “Did you enjoy listening to Eric’s spanking?”

“What makes you think I was listening?” I asked defensively.

“Oh, I don’t mind at all,” Alexi said. “In fact, I kind of enjoyed knowing there was an audience. But, if you’re going to listen at doors unobserved, you better make sure you don’t block the light coming from under the door. You should have turned off the sitting room lights first.”

“You mean you knew I was there the whole time?”

“Most of the time, yes,” Alexi said. “I noticed the shadow when I was sitting on the end of my bed. Could you hear much?”

“Not much,” I admitted. “But, I could hear enough – I was able to hear your hand hitting his ass.”

“How did that make you feel?”

I spilled everything to Alexi – how my dick had grown hard at hearing him spank Eric and knowing the humiliation he was subjecting Eric to. I told him how I had jacked off and wishing I could really do the same thing to someone else.

“So why don’t you?” Alexi asked lazily.

“Excuse me?”

“No, I don’t think I will,” Alexi smiled. “You heard me clearly – why don’t you find a boy to turn into a slave of your own?”

“I couldn’t do that,” I retorted.

“Why not?” Alexi asked. “You certainly can do it – if you really wanted to. The only thing stopping you is you.” Alexi looked me over from head to foot. “With that mane of tousled chestnut hair and those deep brown eyes of yours, I should think there are any number of our fellow students who would jump at the chance to submit to you. The only trick is finding the one who most appeals to you physically.”

I didn’t answer Alexi – I was already imagining what it would be like to dominate someone the way Alexi was already dominating Eric.

“I’ve noticed the looks you give that English boy – Simon Brent, is it?” Alexi said.

“Trent,” I corrected quickly. “Simon Trent.”

“Right, Trent,” Alexi said. “He’s pretty in an effeminate way, if that’s what you like.”

That’s exactly what I did like – effeminate pretty boys. About five foot seven or so, Simon was willowy thin and moved with the kind of grace usually associated with girls. His honey brown hair was cropped to about an inch in length all over, and brushed straight forward with a short fringe delicately brushing across his forehead. He had soft brown eyes like a basset puppy I once had and bow shaped lips that I’d love to feel wrapped around my dick.

“I think he’s having trouble with his Physics class and could definitely use some special tutoring sessions,” Alexi said. “You’re in the top of your Advanced Physics class, I understand.”

“Yeah, but I’m not you,” I pointed out. “You’re a whole lot smoother and more confident.”

“Those things can be learned with experience,” Alexi pointed out. “Still, I think something can be arranged if you’re patient.”

We sat in silence for a while, Alexi quietly studying from one of his textbooks and me thinking about what he had said. I looked up.

“Is Eric really your slave?” I asked.

“No, not yet,” Alexi said, not looking up from his book. “At the moment, he’s more like a servant.” Finally he looked up and smiled erotically across at me. “But, given the right training he will be my slave. It will just take a little time.”

Alexi went back to his studies and made it clear he wasn’t interested in continuing our discussion further.

I half expected Alexi to deliver Simon to me with a bow stuck to the middle of his forehead. But, nothing like that happened.

In our suite, however, things were definitely happening. Alexi became more and more open in ordering Eric around. Eric would blush and cast wary glances in my direction as if he was checking my reaction, but he never refused any of Alexi’s commands. His language tutoring sessions continued every night behind closed doors. The only difference was that now the sessions seemed to last longer and when he finally emerged, his mouth was puffy every time, his hair and clothes disheveled.

About a week later, I was sprawled on the sofa in the sitting room enjoying a quiet Friday night alone. Alexi and Eric had gone into town to take in a movie. Dressed only in baggy sweat pants and a T-shirt, I was in the middle of a crime novel about a lady pathologist when there was a gentle knock on the door.

Opening the door, I was surprised to find Simon Trent standing there nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. I quickly invited him in and waited.

“Um, Professor Gilliard suggested I might want to see you,” Simon stammered out as I stood over him.

“Really? And why should he do that?” I asked.

“He said you have top marks in the whole school in Physics,” Simon said, his eyes directed down towards the floor. “And, the truth of the matter is that I probably have the lowest.”

“So you want me to tutor you,” I stated, careful not to offer to actually tutor him. He was already almost begging for help and I loved the feeling. My dick was already starting to twitch.

“If you would,” Simon said eagerly. “I mean … if it wouldn’t be too much trouble.” He looked up and I could see those puppy dog eyes were already glistening with tears. “If I don’t bring my grades up to at least passing, I’ll be out of the school by next term.”

I forced my face to remain impassive, as I looked him up and down. “You didn’t bring a backpack or your books with you,” I observed coldly. “How can I tell whether I can help you or not if I can’t assess just where you stand now? I’d think if you really were serious about getting help, you’d bring those things along.”

“I am serious, really!” Simon cried. “I just didn’t want to make you feel obligated … I can be back in a few with everything.”

“Five minutes,” I said.

Simon almost sprinted from the suite as he dashed off to retrieve his books and notes. I left the door ajar and took a seat in one of the wing chairs; feeling for the first time a little of what Alexi must feel all the time. I already knew that Simon was going to be mine – I had seen the look of desperation in those big brown eyes. He’d do anything to stay at St. Michael’s.

I could hear his footsteps pounding down the corridor a short while before he appeared breathlessly at the door. Taking his notebooks and files from him, I took a page from Alexi’s book and casually mentioned that I was thirsty, suggesting he make himself useful and brew some coffee while I went over his notes, quizzes, and test paper.

I could hear him puttering around on the far side of the room where we had the coffee pot students were permitted to have in their suites. It didn’t take long to see just how hopelessly lost Simon was, and while getting him back on track was going to take some time, it definitely wasn’t as hopeless a task as Simon thought it was. I was about halfway through the disorganization he called notes when Simon quietly slipped a mug of coffee onto the side table by my elbow.

Aside from telling him I took cream and sugar in my coffee, I ignored him as I flipped through the pages and examined the mistakes he’d made on his quizzes. Occasionally I’d shake my head and sigh. Simon’s biggest problem was that his note taking was disorganized, making it nearly impossible for him to retrieve information when he needed it. Following close behind his poor note taking was the fact that he simply did not understand the basic formulas.

Standing, I went across the room and helped myself to another mug of coffee letting Simon fidget nervously and feeling my dick twitch. I took my time sipping the coffee and staring coldly across the room and wondering just what Alexi would do in my place. It was hard not letting myself be carried away with Simon’s effeminate beauty. And then, it came to me.

I deliberately placed my mug down next to the coffeepot and strode across the room. “I’ve gotta tell you, you’re in some pretty deep shit right now, and that’s no joke,” I said. Simon looked like he was about to cry as I stood in front of him and gave him the bad news. “It’s going to take a lot of hard work to get you out of the hole you’ve dug for yourself.”

“I’ll do it,” Simon said eagerly.

“Whoa! Not so fast,” I said. “I haven’t said I’ll tutor you.” I reached down and picked up his notebook, holding it accusingly under his nose. “Your biggest problem in Physics is YOU! Look at these sloppy notes – they’re so haphazard and disorganized it’s no wonder you got into this situation. You don’t have any discipline and believe me, it takes a lot of discipline to get through Physics.”

“I did the best I could,” Simon said defensively, turning his pleading eyes on me full force.

“You call this shit your best?” I demanded, shoving the notes up to his nose. I threw the notes to the floor and grabbed Simon’s face by the chin. “Another one of your problems is that too many people have let you slide by because of those big puppy dog eyes and pretty face. Well, that stops here and now. You want praise from me, you’re going to have to work for it and work damn hard let me tell you.”

Simon looked like he was about to pee his pants and I almost melted … but, just at that moment, my cock gave a jerk and reminded me of the pleasure I could have. I released his chin and sat down on the sofa.

“And, I’m going to instill some discipline into you beginning now,” I said firmly.

He stared at me stunned. His jaw moved twice, but no sound came out. Finally he managed to croak, “H-how?”

And since it had worked for Alexi, I said it: “Strip down to your briefs and get over my knees.”

Simon’s eyes widened in shock. “You can’t be serious!” He protested. “You want to spank me?”

I nodded silently.

“But I haven’t been spanked since I was twelve or thirteen,” he protested.

“Who spanked you?” I asked.

Simon flushed an even brighter red and his voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper, “The prefect at my old school.”

“And you liked it, didn’t you?” I retorted sharply.

“N-no, no I didn’t.” I could tell he was lying.

“Pick up your books and leave,” I said coldly.

“Please, you’ve got to help me,” Simon pleaded. “If you won’t tutor me, I won’t make it in Physics.”

I remained silent, staring as coldly as I could up at him. For several long moments he just stood there and then he bent down and began gathering his notes and textbook. My heart sank as I watched him turn towards the door. I had pushed too hard and too fast. And then, a miracle happened – the notebooks, quizzes, and textbook dropped to the floor.

Sniffing, Simon turned to face me and with trembling fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. Pulling it off, he folded it neatly and placed it on the wing chair. It took all my will power to control my breathing as my heart started beating faster and faster. He slipped out of his loafers and with trembling fingers removed his pants. Folding them as well, Simon stood before me clad only in his socks and briefs. His slender arms and legs were almost totally hairless – only a light dusting of hair covered his legs. Gulping, Simon stepped closer to me and began to lower himself over my lap.

I swear I almost popped my nut right then and there as he lowered his willowy body over my knees. I stroked his short hair with my left hand, delighting in how soft and silky it was. My right hand worked under the elastic waistband of his briefs and tugged them down to his knees, exposing his smooth ass.

I took a deep breath as I let my hand caress his ass, making large gentle circles over those tight globes, feeling them tremble beneath my touch. Simon’s ass cheeks were as smooth as hairless as the day he was born and so warm to my touch. I almost chuckled as I thought about how much warmer they were going to be when I was finished with them.

Raising my hand high over my head, I brought it down hard with a resounding SMACK! Simon jerked at the sudden pain. My hand made a clear red imprint on his creamy white butt. And, to be totally honest, my hand hurt almost as much as his ass must have. I winced at the sharp pain and raised my hand again, bringing it down on the other cheek.

I worked up a steady pattern alternating swats to each cheek. I had really intended to give him like five swats, but I had this feeling of power surging through my whole body as I brought my hand down repeatedly and turned Simon’s ass a nice cherry red. By the time I was finished, I had given him thirty licks – fifteen to each cheek.

When I finished, I tenderly rubbed his sore ass and stroked his hair. I could feel his chest heaving a little and realized he was silently crying. Pushing him off my lap, Simon stumbled to his feet, his hands quickly covering his genitals as he turned away from me. He had tried to hide it, but I had seen enough – Simon had an erection.

I reached out and roughly turned him to face me and swatted his hands away from his dick, exposing his hard on. I shot him a look of triumph. Simon looked horrified to have his secret exposed. His dick was about five inches long, neatly circumcised, and fairly slender. I reached out and grabbing his dick, pulled him closer to me.

“I thought you said you didn’t like it when you were spanked before,” I said sharply. “It certainly looks like you enjoyed it this time. And, I’m sure you enjoyed it before, too.” I gave his dick a hard shake. “I should spank you again for lying to me.”

He hung his head in shame, unable to look me in the eye. “I-I couldn’t …”

“Don’t give me that couldn’t help it shit,” I interrupted, squeezing his dick again. “I didn’t ask if you could help it or not, I asked if you enjoyed it and it’s clear that you did and still do, otherwise this pencil dick of yours wouldn’t be sticking straight out.”

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself,” Simon timidly pointed out.

Glancing down to my crotch, I could see that my sweats were clearly tented out. I didn’t even bother to deny his observation. Still holding his thin dick in my hand, I stood and faced him toe-to-toe.

“Well, that will have to be taken care of before we get down to work,” I said evenly, releasing his dick and placing my hands on his shoulders to push him down to his knees.

Simon’s eyes grew wide and frightened as I forced him into a kneeling position. His mouth worked silently a couple of times as he timidly tried to shake his head. I slapped him across the face – not hard, just enough to get his attention.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t suck your prefect after he spanked you,” I said. “We both know you did.” Simon closed his eyes and sadly nodded to show I was right. I was beginning to understand the erotic power Alexi must feel every time he dominated somebody. “Now, just pull my sweats down and make proper use of that pretty mouth.”

Simon did as I said and was surprised when my erect seven and a half inches sprang out to slap him across the lips. I guess he hadn’t counted on me being bigger than him. I was happy to see he didn’t try to pretend this was the first time he sucked cock. Recovering quickly, he opened that mouth that I just adored and swallowed the mushroom head of my dick whole. Holding onto his head, I guided his head back and forth, setting the pace I wanted him to follow.

Either that prefect at his old school had Simon down on his knees a lot, or he wasn’t the only one Simon had been sucking off. I was amazed at how well he knew how to use his mouth, lips, and tongue. Simon really worked my dick over and quickly had me shaking all over with excitement. I used his fringe as a handle to guide his head back and forth – if that fringe were just a little longer it would make a perfect handle, I decided.

I could feel my balls churn, indicating that I was close to blowing my load. Simon must have sensed it too because he tried to pull his head away. I tightened my grip on his fringe with one hand to hold him in place and clasped my other hand on the back of his head and pushed his head forward. He gagged a little and then settled down as load after load filled his mouth. I held his head in place until my dick started to grow soft.

I took a few minutes to catch my breath and pull my sweat pants back up. I also made Simon pull his briefs back up, warning him that he hadn’t earned the right to touch his cock yet.

Once I felt more composed, I had Simon sit on the floor at the coffee table and set his notebook out. Sitting on the sofa behind him, I was able to keep Simon between my legs – effectively reminding him, and me, of our new relationship.

Leaning over his bare back, I started by having Simon copy down each of the formulas he’d need for the class and going over them with him, explaining each formula and its importance. One of the first things I did after briefly explaining the formulas was to determine just what Simon did and didn’t understand.

We’d been working for about an hour when I realized that each time Simon gave me a correct answer or seemed to be grasping a concept, I had taken to stroking his head or rubbing his back – almost like he were a puppy I was praising. I grinned to myself and gave a little shrug – it seemed to be working.

With the basics out of the way, I gave Simon very explicit instructions on how to take notes in class, starting with copying down the outline Professor Gilliard had written on the board before each class. Then, I ordered Simon to rewrite his notes each evening, explaining that the act of writing would help imprint the new information on his brain.

Grabbing a handful of Simon’s thick hair, I pulled his head back until he was looking up into my face. “You’ve got another quiz on Friday,” I said firmly. Gilliard gave each of his classes a quiz every Friday. “You only got four out of twenty questions right on this last quiz. If you don’t get at least twelve questions right next Friday you can expect another spanking – one even worse than the one you got tonight.” I gave his head another jerk. “And, don’t even think about purposely fucking up – believe me, I’ll make you regret that. Besides, you’re still going to get that ass of yours reddened for each question you get wrong.”

“Yes sir,” Simon said in a tiny voice.

I glanced down at his crotch and saw his tight white briefs were still tented. I had Simon stand up and stand between my legs facing me. Reaching out, I wrapped my hand around his thin dick through his underwear and began slowly jacking him off. There was already a pretty good-sized wet spot in his briefs. I grinned; thinking about how much wetter his briefs were going to be by the time I was finished with him.

I made Simon place his hands behind his neck and intertwine his fingers as I took my time jacking him. I grinned at the way he was twitching and dancing around as I worked his dick through his briefs. I continued to pump his dick even after his shot his load, filling his briefs with his cream. I wanted to make sure I got every drop out of his dick and into his briefs.

The look on Simon’s face was a delightful mix of feelings – on the one hand, he had loved having me jerk him off. But, I could tell he was decidedly uncomfortable with the gooey mess filling his underpants. I made him get dressed and fix us each a cup of coffee, smiling at the awkward manner in which he walked across the room. I could imagine the squishing feeling he was experiencing as he moved.

Of course, I told Alexi everything the next day. I didn’t leave out a single detail of my experiences with Simon and basking in the glow of his praise for my first real efforts at taking a slave of my own.

“I was beginning to think Gilliard hadn’t taken my suggestion seriously,” Alexi said.

“You set everything up?” I asked incredulously.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Alexi said modestly. “I simply mentioned that I knew Simon was having a difficult time in his class and since you were my roommate, I was aware of how good you are in Physics. I casually suggested you might not mind giving Simon a helping hand.” Alexi chuckled. “And so you have – in more ways than Gilliard or Simon likely expected.”

Life quickly settled down into a fairly pleasant routine – Alexi and I each tutoring our boys and providing discipline as needed. Even though Alexi knew about my relationship with Simon, and I certainly knew what he was doing with Eric, we each kept our activities behind closed doors. Of course, there were little things that left obvious hints about Alexi’s relationship with Eric. I tended to me more circumspect with Simon.

Alexi stopped pretending he was asking Eric to do him a favor by tossing some of his clothes in with Eric’s laundry. By the end of September, Alexi began just telling Eric he needed a load of laundry washed. Of course, Eric dropped whatever he was doing and dutifully retrieved Alexi’s laundry bag and disappeared down to the basement laundry room. When he returned, Alexi’s clothes would be neatly folded and ready to be put away – which he did without question. Alexi even started having Eric take his uniform slacks and shirts down to the dry cleaner’s pickup point each Wednesday morning and picking them up when they returned the next afternoon.

The funny thing about it all was that all of Alexi’s orders were phrased in the form of casual requests, but as soon as he made them Eric jumped to carry them out, saying, “Sure Alexi” or “Whatever you say.”

Occasionally, Alexi would funnel his requests through me. At least once a month, he disappeared for an evening or even an entire weekend on what he described as “family business.” Before leaving, he’d ask me to tell Eric to do his laundry, or straighten up his room. Of course, I was more than happy to relay Alexi’s orders to Eric. And, each time, although Eric would blush and look furtively down at his feet, he’d reply as always with, “Whatever you say.”

It didn’t take me long to figure out that Alexi was – in his own way – teaching Eric exactly what his position in the suite hierarchy was. I also figured out that Alexi was giving me limited control over Eric – and I continued to take advantage of that control. I had Eric do my laundry for me – I hadn’t started making Simon do things like that for me, yet. I mostly confined my dominance over Simon to our tutoring.

Of course, that didn’t mean I didn’t expand my control over Simon to some areas outside of our tutoring sessions. I insisted he let his fringe grow longer and even told him that I wanted it longer so I could use his fringe to hold his head. He quickly learned how serious I was about that request – the first time he got a trim, he allowed the stylist to cut his fringe short again. That mistake earned him his first whipping with my belt. I was forced to stuff a couple of pairs of my old briefs in his mouth to muffle the howls of pain he let out each time the belt striped his ass. But, he learned his lesson and let his fringe grow.

I also decided to make Simon wear plain white bikini briefs – they accentuated his effeminate physique. I made Simon bring me all of his briefs, which I saved in my footlocker as a kind of trophy. I loved the way his ears turned red with shame as he handed me his white briefs.

So, like I said, things had settled down to a pretty comfortable routine by the end of October. I figured both Eric and Simon had an idea of what was going on with the other. I know I hadn’t mentioned to Simon the relationship between Alexi and Eric, and I doubted Alexi had said anything to Eric about Simon and me. At the beginning of November, all that changed.

It was the first weekend in November and we were at the start of a ten-day break, while many students had either gone home or gone off on vacations, many of us remained at the school for one reason or another. Simon had come down to the suite early because he and I had planned to leave the campus to do some early Christmas shopping. He sat on the edge of my bed as I finished dressing. I knew Eric was in Alexi’s room making the bed and straightening the room while Alexi taking a shower.

By the time Simon and I walked into the sitting room, Alexi had returned. He was lounging on the soft dressed only in a silk robe. His dark hair was still damp from the shower. He had wrapped his towel around his neck like an ascot. He greeted the two of us cheerfully and even complimented Simon on the pullover he was wearing which caused Simon to blush.

“I think the coffee’s finished brewing,” Alexi said. “Would you two like a cup of coffee before going out?”

“Sure, why not?” I agreed.

Before I could tell Simon to get coffee for each of us, Alexi called Eric into the room and told him to pour three cups. He motioned for Simon and me to have a seat while Eric hurried to get the coffee for everyone. I noticed that Eric only poured three cups of coffee – clearly, he wasn’t going to presume to serve himself unless Alexi gave him permission. I made a mental note of that – it was a lesson I might have to teach Simon later on.

After serving each of us, Eric began to ease his way back to Alexi’s bedroom to finish whatever he was doing when Alexi snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of the sofa. For a moment, Eric looked horrified. His face turned a bright red. He glanced nervously from Simon to me, swallowed hard and slowly walked back to the sofa and sat down on the floor.

Alexi languidly reached out and began stroking Eric’s thick, long blond hair as he continued chatting with us. I could tell that there was something more going on here, I just wasn’t sure what it was. Eric looked like he was ready to cry at any moment. Then, Alexi lazily stretched his fingers and planted his hand on the top of Eric’s head and began to twist it in his direction. For the first time since he arrived in the room, I saw Eric offer some resistance as he swallowed hard and tried to shake his head. Alexi’s hand continued to grip Eric’s head.

“I know it won’t come as a surprise to anyone here that Eric here regularly gives me head,” Alexi said casually, as if he were commenting on the weather. “Normally, he’s eager to drop to his knees … I think he’s a little embarrassed this morning, though.”

I was instantly rock hard at the little scene going on not six feet from me. Eric’s cheeks burned brightly as Alexi described how talented he was. Glancing over at Simon, I noticed his brown eyes were shining with excitement, and there was a definite bulge in his slacks.

With his secret out in the open, Eric lowered his eyes and climbed to his knees as he turned to face Alexi, who flipped back the front of his robe. I gasped in amazement – nature had been more than generous to Alexi. His cock was at least eight – maybe more – inches long and thick. I didn’t know how Eric even managed to get his mouth around it.

To my surprise, Eric not only got his lips around that wide mushroom head; he went all the way down on Alexi’s impressive tool. His cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk as his blond head bobbed up and down, but he never broke his rhythm. What was even more incredible to me, though, was Alexi – he continued to chat with Simon and me as if having us watch as he had his cock sucked was the most natural thing in the world. I guess for him it was. I know it was hard for me to concentrate on the conversation as I watched Eric work that huge pole.

Alexi shifted position once to get more comfortable, but even then, Eric didn’t miss a beat. His head just kept bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm. He didn’t stop moving until Alexi sighed and lifted his hips from the sofa. I watched as Eric’s throat worked frantically to swallow the load from Alexi’s balls. Only then did he slide his mouth off of Alexi’s penis and begin to lick it clean.

Alexi flipped his robe closed and then tenderly rubbed Eric’s cheek and congratulated him for being such a good boy. I could tell that there were conflicting emotions running through Eric at that moment – he was still humiliated at having others witness what he had just been made to do, but at the same time, he was thrilled to receive compliments from Alexi.

Of course, for Simon and me, the main topic of conversation all day long as we wandered around the city was what we had witnessed. We were both in awe of what had happened – and for entirely different reasons. Simon was impressed that Eric hadn’t broken down begging and crying like a baby. On the other hand, I was in awe of Alexi’s total mastery over Eric.

“You wouldn’t ever do that to me, would you?” Simon asked fearfully.

“I might,” I said, taking perverse satisfaction in the look of abject humiliation that flashed across his pretty face. “It might make a good punishment”

When I returned to St. Michael’s that evening, Eric was just leaving for the laundry room. I made him wait while I added my dirty casual clothes to his load. Flopping down in a wing chair, I grinned over at Alexi and shook my head in admiration.

“I’ve got to hand it to you,” I said. “You’ve trained Eric as the perfect slave.”

“Not quite,” Alexi said, off-handedly. “He still has a little way to go. When I’m finished with him though, he will be the perfect slave.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, there was something about Alexi’s manner that made the hairs on my neck stand up.

“I mean that Eric has come along rather nicely,” Alexi said. “He’s submissive and eager to please, I’ll admit that. But, I have to know just how submissive he is.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “I’d think this morning was a fairly good indicator of that.”

“No, not really,” Alexi said. “This morning wasn’t nearly as conclusive as you obviously believe. Eric isn’t stupid – even though neither you nor I have said anything about your relationship with Simon, Eric’s aware that it’s similar to the one he and I have.”

“Still, it had to be pretty humiliating,” I countered.

“Only briefly,” Alexi pointed out. “And, it was before a private select audience. So Eric knew in the back of his mind that he was safe.”

Alexi checked his watch. “I have to leave soon for another family function,” he explained. “So I’d like you to help me out, if you would.”

“What do I have to do?” I asked, slightly suspicious.

“Very little, actually,” Alexi said airily. “I’ll be honest with you – I want Eric like I’ve never wanted anyone else before.” Alexi pulled a face at the expression on my face. “Don’t give me that kind of look – I don’t want him in some stupid sappy puppy love way. I want to own Eric totally, no holds barred.”

“That’s pretty intense,” I said. “So, where do I come in?”

“I need to know if Eric is willing to alter his appearance and subject himself to public humiliation because I want it,” Alexi said.

“Alter his appearance?” I asked. “What do you mean?”

By way of answer, Alexi took a small photo album covered in cracked red leather from the side table next to him and handed it over to me. Opening the cover, I was amazed to find someone who looked remarkably like Alexi standing with a beautiful young man with fairly long, curly fair hair. The resemblance was so close that it could only be a relative of his. I turned the page and there was another photograph of the pair – the guy who looked like Alexi looked almost exactly the same as the first picture. But, the most arresting thing about the photograph was the young man standing next to him.

“That’s an ancestor of mine – he’d be a cousin I think,” Alexi explained. “The photographs were taken sometime in the late 1920s or ‘30s. He and his companion were about eighteen or twenty or so at the time.”

“Not much older than we are,” I observed staring at the old photograph.

Alexi’s cousin had his arm around the young man – only now the young man’s head had been completely shaved. Even his eyebrows had been removed. He looked grotesque and at the same time, intensely erotic. Flipping through the photographs, I saw other photographs of the two young men. One of the pictures showed the back of the companion’s shaven head – it had been tattooed with a coat of arms like the young man was family property. I examined the coat of arms, but couldn’t identify it – it had a double-headed eagle, but so many European coats of arms involved eagles.

I looked up at Alexi in wonder. Did he expect me to shave Eric’s head? “You are kidding, right?” I asked. Part of me wanted to tell Alexi that there was no way I was going to participate in his plans for Eric. But, there was another part of me that was aroused at the very thought.

“I’m quite serious,” Alexi said calmly. “I want to know if Eric is ready – and more importantly, willing – to totally submit to being owned by another person.”

“Namely you,” I pointed out. Alexi just smiled. “So, why don’t you just shave his head instead of asking me to do it?”

“No, I don’t want you to do the deed,” Alexi said firmly. “And, while I could easily force my will on Eric, that wouldn’t tell me what I need to know. The choice has to be Eric’s.”

I was confused. “So, what do you expect of me?”

“I’d like you to show him that album,” Alexi said smoothly. “Let him know I desire having just such a companion. After that, the choice is up to him. Try not to influence him one way or the other. I wouldn’t put this on you, but there’s no one else I trust with the task. To be honest, I think you and I share the same inclinations – you’re one of the few people I consider an equal.”

For a moment, I felt so swollen with pride that I found it hard to breathe and even harder to talk. Alexi was generally incredibly polite to others, but it was a formal politeness that seldom invited friendship on an equal footing. I was amazed to hear that he considered me his equal.

“Just show Eric the album and let him know of my desire,” Alexi repeated. “If he chooses to submit himself, all he’s got to do is go to this address tomorrow,” Alexi pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it over to me, “and tell them that I sent him. He won’t need any money; everything’s been paid for already. All Eric has to do is say that I sent him there.” He smiled at me. “Feel free to go along and watch – bring Simon along with you, if you’d like. In fact, I think it would be a good lesson in humiliation for Eric.”

“Tomorrow?” I asked in shock. “Do you have any idea of the kind of ridicule he’ll get when he returns to school? I mean, he might manage to keep a low profile over the break – but when classes resume…”

“Exactly the point of the test,” Alexi said calmly. “That change really isn’t nearly as significant as the changes he’ll face if he submits to being my property for real.”

“What do you mean?” I asked warily.

Alexi just smiled. “You’ll see when the time comes,” was all he’d say.

Before I could press Alexi to explain himself further, Grigori – the chauffeur, appeared at the door. Before leaving, Alexi leaned down close to me.

“I really appreciate this, you know,” he said softly and patted me on the shoulder in a conspiratorial, man-to-man way.

After the door closed behind Alexi, I picked up the album again and flipped through the pages staring at the old photographs. I have to admit that they shocked me and at the same time gave me such an incredible turn on. I found myself staring at the pictures endlessly. I was going through the album for about the eighth time when Eric walked in, with the bundles of clean laundry. He went straight to Alexi’s room and put the clothes away before returning to the sitting room.

“Excuse me, but should I put your things away or do you want them on the bed?” Eric asked in that gentle, musical voice.

“Just put them on the bed,” I answered, closing the album. At that moment, I realized that I wasn’t going to put the album away – I knew that I was going to show it to Eric and pass along Alexi’s message. My dick began to swell and twitch the moment I consciously made the decision.

“Eric,” I called. “How about getting us both a soda.”

Eric hurried from the bedroom. “Sure, Duncan, whatever you say,” he said, already digging in his pocket for change.

Sure, whatever you say – the exact same words he used whenever Alexi gave him instructions. I have to admit, I liked the sound of those words coming out of his mouth. I found I was almost trembling with anticipation as I waited for Eric to return. I moved from the sofa to the round study table by the windows and placed the album on the table.

Eric seemed a little surprised to find me sitting at the study table. Like the good little servant that he was turning into, he regained his composure as he carefully wiped off the top of the soda can before popping the top and pouring the contents into a glass taken from the shelf above the coffee maker.

I pushed the chair closest to me out as an invitation for Eric to sit down. I noticed that his cheeks were already pink and that he studiously avoided looking directly at me. I knew he had to be feeling humiliated over what had happened earlier.

“Hey,” I reached out and gave his thin shoulder a squeeze, “about this morning, I’ve gotta tell you that I was really impressed with how cool you were.”

Eric’s head jerked up, his brilliant blue eyes wide in amazement. The sudden move of his head caused his pale golden bangs to fall into his eyes. He made a quick pass of his delicate hand and the bangs were pushed back.

“I’m serious,” I said, giving his shoulder another squeeze. “I’m really impressed with how gracefully you handled the situation. In a way, I’m kind of proud of your courage.”

“Really?”

“Really – I’m not kidding,” I said. “Look, it’s not like I didn’t know about you and Alexi – and, I’m sure you know Simon does the same thing with me. But, I’ve got to tell you, I don’t think Simon would have been as cool and graceful as you were.”

Eric seemed to sit a little straighter and a little grin of pride turned up the corners of his mouth. “Thanks for telling me that,” he said. “I was afraid you and Simon would think badly of me.”

“Don’t sweat it, man,” I said truthfully. I pushed the album towards him. “Alexi was showing me this album earlier,” I said casually. “It’s pretty interesting.”

Eric opened the album and began slowly turning the pages. When he got to the second page, he stiffened a little. Watching him intently, I could tell the pictures made him nervous from the way he fidgeted.

“Alex said the photos are of a relative of his – a cousin or something, I think – and his companion,” I said casually. Eric cast me a wary glance. “He was especially intrigued by the photos of the companion … said he really liked the look … that it was very exotic.”

“Really?” Eric asked.

“Really … but not for himself, of course,” I added. I could see the spots of color deepening in Eric’s cheeks – he already looked like he was wearing rouge.

“W-wh-who does Alexi like the look for?” Eric asked, his voice cracking. He hung his head and once again, his golden bangs fell forward like a curtain hiding his face from view. I hadn’t realized it before, but his thick bangs reached almost to his chin.

I reached out and pushed those soft, pale bangs back away from Eric’s face. “I think you already know who Alexi would like to see with that exotic look,” I said smoothly.

Eric gulped and took a deep breath before asking, “Did he really say he wanted me to look like that?” He seemed to be having a hard time catching his breath.

”As a matter of fact, he did say that,” I said. “Of course, he said the choice was up to you.”

Eric’s breathing seemed to steady a bit. “He really said it was up to me?” Eric asked, nervously reaching up and touching his hair. “He said I didn’t have to do it if I didn’t want to?”

“Yes he did,” I assured him. I could have left the whole matter there and Eric was off the hook. But instead, I pushed the issue a little farther. “Of course, he did say that’s the look he really wanted for you.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the slip of paper with the address on it. “He even made arrangements at this shop and gave me the address so I could take you there. He said just tell them he sent you and everything was already paid for.”

The color drained from Eric’s face, leaving him looking bleached out. I watched as he nervously chewed his lip and drummed his fingers on the table. From time to time he’d cast furtive glances in my direction. I could see his eyes were watery and seemed close to brimming over.

I stood suddenly, causing Eric to start. I made a show of checking my watch. “Look, I’m supposed to meet Simon … in fact, I’m running a little late.” I reached out and gently stroked his hair. “Look, you’ve had a long day … why don’t you try to get to bed early and get some rest.” I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I know you’ll make the right decision.” I paused and fired one last shot. “I know Alexi trusts you to make the right choice.”

I left him sitting at the table staring blankly at the closed album.

I actually did go up and see Simon even though he wasn’t really expecting me. I was hoping his roommates would be gone – I did want to talk to him, but I was also in desperate need of some relief. I tried not to think about Eric – I knew I was sexually aroused at the idea of him looking like the young man in the pictures. I also knew it would be an intensely humiliating experience for him. As much as I wanted to feel Simon’s mouth around my dick, I took my time heading up to his room, and in fact, took the longest route to his suite. I knew I should be feeling ashamed of myself for helping Alexi humiliate Eric like this. And, as disgusting as the idea should have been to me, I was more aroused than I’d ever been before.

I counted myself lucky when Simon answered the door and admitted his roommates weren’t around. I had barely closed the door before I was pushing him down to his knees. He tried to protest a little claiming that he didn’t know when his roommates would return. I just laughed and told him that in that case, he’d better stop wasting time and get to work.

I think the faint chance of being caught had the same effect on Simon as it was having on me – Simon’s fingers were trembling with excitement as he fumbled with the zipper on my jeans and pulled them down around my ankles. Simon had barely pulled my briefs down before he had that sweet mouth of his wrapped around my cock.

I ran my fingers through his cropped hair, savoring the feel of it on my skin. His fringe had grown to almost the perfect length – they were just about long enough to get a firm grasp on. I guided his bobbing head faster and faster as I leaned my back against the door. It didn’t take long before I was ready to cum – I wrapped both hands around his head and held him tight as I filled his mouth with my juices. Simon dutifully swallowed every drop like he always did.

Then, I did something I’d never done before. Before even pulling my briefs and jeans back up, I pulled Simon to his feet and kissed him. It was a savage, primal kiss that took us both by surprise. Once more, my hands were locked around his head, holding him tight against me. I was pleased that once he recovered from his initial surprise, Simon responded eagerly.

By the time we finally broke our lip lock, we were both panting heavily – I sagged heavily against the door, panting and exhausted, still holding Simon close. I dropped my hands to the waist of his sweat pants and pushed them down. I briefly pushed Simon away from me so I could admire the sight of him in his skimpy white cotton bikini briefs.

I was smiling as I took his pencil dick in my hand and started jerking him off through the soft cotton material. I thought back to the last time I had allowed him relief and realized that he’d gone without an orgasm for about ten days. I pulled on his dick faster and faster; enjoying the trembling that was running through his body. I knew he was close and that make me move my hand even faster. Suddenly, Simon went rigid as his bikini briefs began to fill with his cum. His dick kept twitching as more and more of his juice shot from his dick. I leaned close and nibbled his ear.

“You keep these underpants on all night, understand?” I whispered into his ear.

“But, my roommates…” he started to complain.

“Tough,” I said. “You’re gonna sleep in your cum-filled panties and not take them off until tomorrow morning when you get a shower.”

“Okay,” Simon mumbled, looking deliciously shy as he pulled his sweatpants back up. I rearranged my own clothes and then gave Simon another hug.

“We might be going out tomorrow,” I said. “Be sure to get up early and ready to go at a moment’s notice.”

“Where are we going?” Simon asked eagerly.

“That’s a secret,” I grinned. “But, believe me, it’ll blow your mind.”

I found Eric had thoughtfully left one of the reading lamps on for me so the sitting room wasn’t in total darkness when I got back. I saw that he had left the red leather album on the reading table. Entering the room we shared, I saw Eric was curled up in a tight ball. I couldn’t tell if he was really asleep or not, but he didn’t move a muscle when I entered the room.

I didn’t bother turning on the lights in case Eric really had managed to fall asleep. I undressed quickly in the dark and slipped between the crisp sheets of my bed. I was a little bothered that I wasn’t really bothered about actively participating in an event that I knew would end in public humiliation for another person. I thought things over and decided that my hormones had been running too rampant earlier for me to feel anything objectively.

I lay there staring up at the ceiling and wondered if I was really going to let Eric go through with what Alexi had planned. Alexi had said this was all a test to find out if Eric was willing to allow himself to be transformed physically on someone else’s orders. Then, it struck me – Eric didn’t really have to submit to having his head shaved to pass Alexi’s test. All he had to do was show that he was willing to submit himself to a physical transformation.

I began smiling to myself at coming up with such a novel solution to Alexi’s test. All I had to do was escort Eric to the address on the slip of paper Alexi had provided and then tell him he didn’t have to go through with the transformation. He’d have proven his willingness and fantastically relieved at not having to endure the humiliating experience.

I was still smiling at my own cleverness when sleep began to steal over me.

When I woke, the early morning sun was just beginning to fill the room with pink light. Yawning as I rolled over, I noticed Eric’s bed was empty and already neatly made. I was always amazed that he was able to move so quietly and not disturb me when I was still sleeping. Yawning again, I sat up and lazily rubbed my face.

Slipping my feet into my slippers, I stumbled out into the sitting room. The room was in darkness; the drapes pulled over the windows. At first, I thought Eric had just decided to run away – then, I smelled fresh brewed coffee. I couldn’t imagine Eric brewing a pot of coffee before running away. I was trying to figure out what was going on when the hall door opened and Eric appeared, dressed in sleep pants and a bathrobe. His toiletries bag dangling from one hand. He looked startled to see me standing in the dark room.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Eric said quickly as he turned on the study table lamp.

I waved his apology away and helped myself to a mug of coffee. “Don’t worry, you didn’t,” I said between sips of coffee. “I woke up on my own.”

As Eric passed near me to get his own coffee, I caught the scent of his sandalwood soap and the sweetness of the conditioner he used on his hair. I couldn’t help wondering what he’d decided – as he shampooed his hair and conditioned it, had he been thinking that it was for the last time? Turning, I caught Eric ruefully staring at the slip of paper I’d left on the table. Looking up, he caught me looking at him and quickly turned away.

“Had a hard time sleeping last night, I guess,” I grunted, taking a seat at the table.

“Yeah … a little, I guess,” Eric said. He sounded more like a little boy than ever.

“So, you made a decision?”

For a long time he didn’t say anything. Then, he sank into a chair and slowly nodded his head. “Yeah, yeah I have,” Eric admitted. “I mean, it’s not like I really have a choice – Alexi was pretty clear about what he wanted.”

I couldn’t help noticing the note of surrender and despair in his voice. “Alexi said it was your choice,” I reminded him.

“But, it’s what Alexi wants,” Eric said. “He’s made his desire pretty clear … I mean, he went to the trouble of making arrangements to pay ahead of time.” Eric sighed heavily. “No, I really don’t have any choice … it’s what Alexi wants,” he repeated in resignation.

I glanced sharply over at Eric – he seemed to have totally surrendered. His eyes had a faraway look to them. Suddenly, he turned and smiled a sad little smile and pushed away from the table. I watched him wander into the bedroom and close the door behind him.

Two hours later, we were ready to head out to the address Alexi had left with me. Once I finished my shower, I had gone up to tell Simon to get showered and meet down in our suite. He still didn’t have any idea of where we were going or why. Eric came out of the bedroom wearing a dark green hooded Anorak. He stopped short when he saw Simon, but to his credit, he didn’t complain or say anything. Instead, he smiled wanly and joined us by the door.

I put my hand out and stopped Eric before he could go out the door. Turning him around, I unzipped the hood to his Anorak and casually tossed it onto the sofa. Eric’s bright blue eyes stared at the discarded hood for several moments before he turned and headed out the door.

Simon chattered away happily as we rode the streetcar across the city, trying to draw Eric into a conversation. A couple of times he even managed to get a weak smile from him. Sitting on the other side of the streetcar, I was tempted to tell Eric of the decision I had reached the night before.

But, I didn’t.

The truth was that as we got closer and closer to our destination, I began to get more and more aroused. I had kind of been expecting Eric to start begging me to step in and save him from what he thought was going to happen. But, he didn’t – he just accepted Alexi’s strange whim as law. So, I decided to let him suffer until the very last minute.

We had to transfer to two other streetcars before we got close enough to walk to our destination. I really didn’t like the neighborhood we were going through. It had a kind of Swiss seediness – nothing in Switzerland is really dirty like it is in other countries. But, like everyplace else, Swiss cities had neighborhoods most people didn’t really want to go through.

The street we were trudging down was so narrow it blocked most of the daylight – not that there was a lot of that, either. Ever since leaving St. Michael’s, the sky had gotten more and more leaden and heavy clouds were piling up on each other, making it seem as if the sky was trying to touch the streets. I was looking for a barbershop, but couldn’t detect any sign of a business anywhere on the street. Most of the buildings looked like disused warehouses. Wondering if we had the address wrong, I stopped and checked the paper Alexi had left.

To my surprise, we were almost directly on top of the address on the paper. I led the way to the correct address and tentatively tried the door to what looked like it had once been a warehouse office. To my amazement, the door swung open on well-oiled hinges and we stepped into a brick floored waiting room. There were padded wooden benches on two sides of the room and a couple of tables scattered with dog-eared magazines. A heavy wooden door stood opposite us.

There must have been a buzzer or something that sounded on the other side of the heavy wooden door. We had barely closed the outside door when the other door opened to admit the most androgynous young man I’d ever seen. He was easily as willowy and lithe as Simon. His hair had been bleached snow white and cropped to about an inch or so all over his head. He must have entered the building only a short time before we did, because his sharp nose and high cheeks were still tinged red from the cold, and he was still wearing a deep red polar fleece vest. He looked us over for a long moment before speaking. I got the surprise of my life when he spoke – he was a she!

“Yes? This is members only establishment,” she said, in German-accented English. “I know all members, and you are not members.”

“Well, I was given this address,” I said, holding up the slip of paper Alexi had left with me.

“I see,” she said, glancing only briefly at the paper. “And who gave you the address?”

“Alexi Yousupov,” I answered.

The mention of Alexi’s name had a magical effect on the young woman in front of us. Her face split into a very appealing smile and she positively beamed at the three of us.

“Ah! You are expected,” she said. “I am Brigitta.” She looked me over in a way that sent thrills of excitement up and down my spine and made my crotch tingle. “I don’t think you are Eric – the young man Alexi said to expect.”

“No, my name is Duncan,” I said.

Eric, looking very nervous and timid, half raised his hand. “I’m Eric,” he said.

Brigitta turned her attention on Eric, giving him a lupine smile that I found extremely erotic. She circled him before cupping his chin in her hand and lifting his head so his eyes met hers. “Such a pretty boy … I wasn’t told just how pretty you are.”

She dropped her hand from his chin, stepped back and regarded him silently. Eric dropped his head slightly so that he was staring down at a spot just in front of her boots.

Simon sidled up next to me and leaned so close that I could feel his lips move as he whispered, “What’s going on here?”

“Never mind,” I whispered back sharply. I didn’t want to be distracted from watching the scene in front of me. Brigitta standing silent and cold over Eric. For the first time I noticed that even though his head was slightly bowed, his shoulders were squared and erect, his spine straight and yet not stiff. That posture looked so familiar and I tried to place it. And then, I realized Eric had just assumed the very same posture he took when he was with Alexi. Even though he was humiliated at the moment – I could tell from the blush on his face – Eric wasn’t whipped or cowed.

I felt like I was seeing Eric for the first time. I realized that while he often bowed his head around me, he wasn’t assuming a position of submission, he was avoiding looking at me. But with Alexi – and now Brigitta – Eric’s posture was different. His head was bowed just enough that he could still glance up and receive hand signals, but not enough that he was staring into the eyes of the person in front of him. Sure he was scared, I realized, but his posture was one of acceptance of his natural position.

Suddenly, my resolve from the night before dissipated – there was no way he deserved a chance of reprieve, I thought. By allowing himself to be brought here because Alexi ‘desired it,’ Eric deserved the humiliation that he was bound to receive – not as punishment or anything, but simply because he willingly accepted Alexi’s ownership of his life. I knew then and there that not only wasn’t I going to do anything to stop what was about to happen, I was going to enjoy being a witness to it.

I think the same thoughts must have been going through Brigitta’s mind because she suddenly reached out and placed her hand on the back and Eric’s neck and steered him through the heavy door, inviting us to follow them.

Stepping through the door, we were swallowed by almost total darkness. I could tell the space on the other side of the door was cavernous from the way sounds echoed, but couldn’t tell anything else about the place. To our right and left, dim lights every twenty feet or so created feeble islands of light. Brigitta turned to the left and wordlessly led us along the wall from island of light to island of light until we came to another door – this one made of heavy steel.

Stepping through the second door, I found were on a landing – the lighting here was much better. To my right was a long, wide metal staircase. We must have gone down about twenty feet before reaching the bottom where we found ourselves in a kind of lobby. To one side was a coat checkroom. Brigitta took our coats and laid them over the counter before leading us deeper into the underground area. She finally ushered us through a door to our final destination.

I didn’t know what went on in the rest of the building, but the fully appointed barbershop we found ourselves in was unlike any barbershop I’d ever seen or imagined before. The floor was a black tile that was so shiny I could see my own reflection clearly. The counter beneath the mirrors held an assortment of clippers, scissors, and combs. But, it was the barber chair that dominated the room – thick, padded leather restraints dangled from the arms, the back, the seat, and leg rest. Clearly, once someone was on that chair they weren’t going anywhere until the haircut was finished.

The other thing that drew my attention was the young man who popped out of a side room – he could have been Brigitta’s twin. He was dressed exactly the same in jeans hiking boots, and a tight white long-sleeved T-shirt. His hair was bleached and cropped exactly the same as Brigitta’s – he even had the same high, Nordic cheekbones.

Standing there looking from the young man to Brigitta, I felt my dick twitch – both of them were so sensually appealing in the androgynous look I found arousing. Brigitta pushed Eric forward.

“Konrad, this is Eric,” she said. “The boy Alexi sent.”

“And, so beautiful,” Konrad said. His accent was slightly more pronounced than Brigitta’s. He turned to face Simon and me. “And, these other two? Are they here to just watch or enjoy our talents as well?”

“I’m just here to watch,” I said quickly.

Konrad looked me over with interest, his gaze lingering on my crotch and smiled. It was strange, but I wasn’t embarrassed to have a stranger clearly checking out the bulge that I knew was clearly showing under my jeans. I found myself wondering what it would be like to be naked with both Brigitta and Konrad.

“Such a nice assortment Alexi sends here today,” Konrad said, glancing from one to the other of us. “A handsome young man and a pretty fem boy to accompany such a beautiful boy.”

To my amusement, both Simon and Eric flushed a bright red as Konrad made his observations. Of course, I was pleased to be referred to as a handsome young man – and equally pleased that Konrad was openly interested in me.

Brigitta turned a visibly trembling Eric over to Konrad, then direct Simon and me to comfortable cube-style chairs. The fabric covering the chairs was thick and soft. Brigitta leaned over the back of my chair.

“Is this one your boy,” she asked, referring to Simon, who once again blushed furiously.

“Yes, he is,” I admitted.

“Mmmm, he’s so pretty and effeminate,” Brigitta cooed. “You like them girlish or androgynous?”

I turned to look at Simon, studying his delicate features. “Androgynous – pretty much, but a little on the fem side,” I said.

“You have good taste,” Brigitta complimented me.

I had a hard time concentrating on her words because Konrad was preparing Eric for the chair, and I really didn’t want to miss a thing. Konrad had already removed Eric’s shirt and T-shirt – hanging both neatly on a hanger and leaving Eric to stand by the chair bare-chested as he placed the hanger on a hook on the far wall. When Eric had tried to help unbutton his shirt, Konrad had slapped his hands away. I liked that touch – I thought it was more humiliating for him to be undressed by someone else, rather than being ordered to do it himself.

Eric was casting frightened glances to the door, his slender body shivering. I knew the shakes were from nervousness because the room was a very comfortable temperature. He turned pleading eyes in my direction as if hoping I’d stop the proceedings.

He was wrong.

There was no way I’d be the one to let him off the hook. He had made his own decision to submit to Alexi’s desire and now, I wanted to see his transformation. His act of submission required a sacrifice and he was going to pay that sacrifice.

Konrad had stripped Eric down to his white briefs and then led him to the chair. I watched as both Konrad and Brigitta took their time strapping Eric into the chair. A strap went across his chest, another one around his waist. His arms were strapped down at the elbow and wrist. Finally, metal braces were buckled around his calves and locked down to the footrest of the chair. Only then did Konrad cover Eric with a long white barber cape.

I was almost drooling as I watched Konrad slowly drag a comb through Eric’s golden hair, combing it perfectly one last time. Watching as Konrad lovingly styled Eric’s hair, I realized that his thick, silky hair was probably his single best feature. Finished, Konrad leaned over his client as he turned the chair to face Simon and me.

“You know why you are sent to me?” Konrad asked. Tight-lipped, Eric nodded his head just once. “Yes, of course you do. And, you are scared, yes?” Again, Eric nodded.

Konrad straightened and faced me. “Always the first time they are scared,” he said a hungry grin on his face. “I like when they are scared the best.”

“What’s going on?” Simon hissed, leaning close to me.

“Shhh, just watch,” I said. I reached over and laid my hand in his lap. Like me, Simon had an erection – even though he wasn’t totally aware of what was going on, I was happy to know that he found it arousing.

Konrad lifted a huge set of black clippers from a hook and lifted Eric’s heavy bangs, holding them up and away from his face. He flicked the clippers on with a practiced flip of his thumb.

“Oh my God!” Simon said in a strangled voice as Konrad placed the clippers on Eric’s forehead and pushed them straight back. The clippers plowed a straight furrow through Eric’s golden hair like a thresher through a field of wheat. I noticed that Konrad was careful to make sure all of the shorn locks dropped into Eric’s lap.

I shifted in the chair as Konrad began his second pass over the top of Eric’s head. He was taking his time – probably drawing out the anguish Eric was feeling. Brigitta was suddenly behind me again, running her hands over my chest and licking my ear.

“You are enjoying the show?” She whispered in my ear. “Watching the pretty boy lose his beautiful locks gets you excited, yes?”

“Oh yes,” I admitted, breathlessly.

“Perhaps watching two boys shaved makes you twice as aroused?” Brigitta asked.

I glanced over at Simon who had a terrified expression on his face. I chuckled and patted his face. “I like Simon’s hair the way it is,” I said, nuzzling Brigitta’s cheek. Beside me, Simon sighed in relief.

I turned my attention back to Eric. The top of his head had been clippered down to stubble and a huge mound of shorn hair was lying on the cape in his lap. Konrad was guiding the clippers up the back of Eric’s head. He continued to drop the shorn hair past Eric’s face into his lap. I felt a strange, perverse pleasure at the expression of dismay on Eric’s face – tears were slowly rolling down his smooth cheeks.

“He looks so sad,” Brigitta said softly in my ear. Her tone was gleeful. “Maybe you feel a little bit sorry for him?”

“No … no, I don’t,” I said, surprising myself with the strength of my response. “He willingly chose to let someone else own him … his hair doesn’t belong to him anymore. Alexi can do as he wishes with him.” I was surprised at the words coming out of my mouth – all vestiges of the sympathy I had felt for Eric earlier and the night before had disappeared. Actually, I realized that my previous sympathy was growing less with each slow sweep of the clippers.

“You feel a sense of power filling you knowing that he is in the chair under the will of someone else,” Brigitta observed. She was right – just like Alexi had been – the feelings I was experiencing were incredible. I was watching another person methodically being stripped of his individuality – in a way helping participate by delivering him to Konrad’s chair – and feeling more sexually aroused than ever before in my life.

Konrad stepped back from the chair and turned his clippers off. All of Eric’s silky hair now lay on the cape in his lap. Only faint golden stubble remained. I stole a glance at Simon – he was leaning forward in his chair, a look of total disbelief on his face.

“Oh shit … I don’t believe it!” Simon exclaimed as Konrad wrapped a steaming towel around Eric’s head like a turban. “He’s going to be shaved totally bald … oh, how wicked!”

With the towel in place, Konrad carefully removed the cape from around Eric’s neck, carefully folding it so that not a single hair was dropped to the floor. Despite the number of straps holding him in place, Eric had appeared more securely bound in place with the cape around his neck.

I actually licked my lips as Konrad removed the towel and began lathering Eric’s head. He grinned with delight as he wielded an old-fashioned straight razor and slowly began scraping Eric’s scalp smooth. Brigitte began running her fingers through my hair, making my already heavy breathing even heavier.

“Please … not that,” I heard Eric whine softly. Looking up sharply, I saw that Konrad had just finished lathering Eric’s eyebrows. Konrad looked over to me with a questioning expression on his face.

“It’s what Alexi desires,” I said firmly.

To my surprise, Eric blinked back some tears and choked back a sob as he nodded his head and said in a tiny voice: “You’re right … I’m sorry.”

I couldn’t believe it! Eric was apologizing for not wanting to look like a freak because of what his owner wanted. The feeling of dominance I felt at that moment as Konrad removed Eric’s eyebrows was incredible. My dick felt as if it was ready to burst out of my jeans all by itself. I reached up and pulled Brigitte around to face me. She sprawled across my lap, draping her feet in Simon’s lap.

I glanced over and received another thrill – instead of looking jealous or put out to find Brigitte using his lap as a footstool, Simon had a look of resigned surrender on his face. I reached out and pulled him close, kissing him.

“You can watch when I fuck Brigitte,” I promised him. “And think about what you and are I going to do later.” Simon’s puppy dog brown eyes lit up with excitement when he heard those words.

Brigitte pulled my face back to hers. “Do you really think we will fuck, you and I, while your fem boy watches?”

“Yes I do,” I said.

“Why?”

“Because I want it,” I said with resolve.

Brigitte smiled voluptuously. “Yes, I can see you do,” she licked the side of my face. “And what about Konrad? Are you going to forget about him?” She glanced mischievously over at Simon. “Konrad likes effeminate boys, maybe while we have fun Konrad can also have fun?”

I looked over at Simon and grinned at the expression of desire that he tried without much success to hide. “Oh, I think Simon would like that very much,” I said.

“Good,” Brigitte cooed. “And, after we have fun, I must go to work.” She glanced towards Eric still strapped to the chair. “I don’t think the pretty boy is going anywhere for now. We can play first, then I work and after that …” she nipped the tip of my nose. “Maybe we play again.”

To be continued …