Little Big Man

LITTLE BIG MAN – a serial novel by Travis Creel

CHAPTER FIFTY: A PARTY WITHOUT ALEXEI

Previously: Dmitri, working in conjunction with Nikolai and the FSB men, fakes a trip, hoping to lure Latronius back to the house for a tryst with Alexei in Dmitri's absence. The plan works and they capture Latronius and interrogate him in the playroom, where he fingers Ilya and Pyotr. Dmitri and Nikolai interrogate Pyotr, who confesses his role in admitting Latronius to the estate, but says he did so only because Ilya was pressuring him by threatening to reveal that he was sneaking in his boyfriend from town (who was captured along with Latronius). Ilya, interrogated by the KSB men, shifts the blame to Pyotr, Grigory, and Alexei. Not convinced they have a strong enough case to hold up in court, especially as Ilya might expose Dmitri as a slaveowner, they decide to let Ilya think they believe him for the time being.

DMITRI: SATURDAY, 17 DECEMBER, LATE AFTERNOON – LIBRARY

Pyotr was nervous. I had told him on Thursday that I would decide by Saturday whether or not he would keep his job. I had kept him waiting all day without word. When I summoned him to the library just prior to the Saturday night party, his face was creased with anxiety. Nikolai was with me.

• Here is what we know. Without permission, you admitted Arkadi Markov for your own personal pleasure. Worse, several times you admitted this man Latronius, who used the occasion to fuck MY slave without my authorization or even knowledge. You say that Ilya pressured you into admitting Latronius. Ilya says otherwise. We do not know which of you is lying.

Pyotr said nothing, waiting for me to lower the boom.

• Because we cannot tell who is telling us the truth, we have decided to let both of you keep your jobs, for the time being.

• Thank you, Boss. I promise you won't regret this. I'll make it up to you in whatever way –

• However, Pyotr, you must still be punished for your transgressions. You will never have sex with Arkadi Markov again.

• Yes, Boss, I realize that. I promise you that –

• And while you may attend tonight's party, you may not participate. Alexei is off limits to you for two weeks.

• That . . . seems fair, Boss.

• You will have to watch the rest of us fucking for your vicarious thrill.

• I understand.

What he didn't understand was what the most painful part of his punishment would be.

DMITRI: SATURDAY, 17 DECEMBER, EVENING – PLAYROOM

Twelve of us entered the playroom – myself, seven employees (all but Ruslan), Nikolai, Horst, and the FSB men. Latronius greeted us eagerly.

• I can't believe I get another chance at Alexei's ass. This is great – thank you so much.

• Well, you've had to put up with being confined for two days. And a rather brutal interrogation at the hands of these gentlemen. It seemed like the right thing to do. Arkadi, you ready to have some sex?

• (Arkadi) Yes, but where is he? Your slave.

• We like to greet the guest of honor after we're all naked and hard. Just so he can see what he's in for.

Arkadi grinned. My staff started to undress.

• (Latronius) Are you telling us we can get naked and hard?

• Yes. Put your clothes in a pile against that wall.

A minute later there were fourteen naked men and fourteen piles of clothes against the wall. I noted which ones belonged to Arkadi and Latronius.

I escorted the group over to a section of the room we called "Twin Mirrors", a rectangular area, fifteen feet by twenty. One side was open – the other three `walls' (partitions, really) were mirrored. The area contained a set of stocks and a padded sawhorse, either or both of which could be put into use. The benefit of the mirrors was that the man fucking a slave from behind could watch the slave's facial reaction in the mirror opposite. Or if the slave was sucking his cock, he had a nice view of the boy's ass. If two slaves were being used, you could see both bottoms from a lot of different angles.

• Okay, it's time to mount the guest of honor. Pyotr, could you go to the door and bring him in?

Pyotr looked at me oddly – this was not our routine. We did generally strip before greeting Alexei, but we usually did that upstairs before carrying him down to the playroom (often while whistling "We're Off to See the Wizard"). Never before had Alexei waited outside the playroom while we stripped.

Pyotr went to the door, opened it, and returned with a quizzical look on his face.

• There's no one here, Boss.

• Oh, that's right. I sent Alexei off to a party at Yuri's house tonight. We'll have to find a substitute. How about . . ."

I looked around the room as if surveying the possibilities.

Pyotr knew immediately what was going on.

• Boss, no!

• Pyotr, I'm letting you keep your job. I don't think you have the right to object. Colonel, Nikolai, would you do the honors?

It had taken until now for Arkadi to realize what was going on.

• Wait, wait, you can't be –

• You came to this house for sex, didn't you, boy? Well, you're going to have some.

By this time Nikolai and Tcherepnin had reached him and grabbed his arms. The lad was smart enough not to resist and looked pleadingly at Pyotr as he was dragged over to the sawhorse, draped over it, and tied down. Latronius laughed at Arkadi's predicament.

• (Latronius) Hey, if I can't fuck Wisconsin, this looks like a damn good substitute. I've been wanting to get into that ass since you brought us down here the other night.

• Arkadi, there are thirteen men here in the room with you right now. All but two of us are going to fuck your ass tonight. Pyotr is one who will not.

• (Ilya, a bit nervously) Who's the other?

• Latronius.

• (Latronius) What? Why on earth not?

• It's difficult to fuck a boy when you're in stocks.

• (it dawned on him) Oh, no you don't!

He bolted for the door. Bobrovsky was waiting there for him and as he grabbed onto the handle – to discover it locked – the FSB man stuck a needle into his backside.

• (Latronius) You're not going to –

He weakened and slumped to the floor. My employees looked on, astonished.

• (Tcherepnin) He'll be awake in a minute or two. Just out long enough for us to put him into the stocks. We're going to need some help carrying him, gentlemen – he's a big fellow.

Latronius awoke, groggy and furious.

• I know people. You can't do this to me. You –

Bobrovsky quieted him by sticking a ball gag into his mouth and fixing it around his head.

• (Nikolai, incredulous) You know people? Who do you know that's more powerful than a colonel in the FSB? No one, I think.

I planted my hand firmly on his big black butt.

• Don't worry, Latronius. None of us is going to fuck your ass – we're reserving our cocks for Pyotr's boyfriend here. But at the end of the evening, you might wish you could trade places with him.

Minutes later:

• At our parties, we like to play games. This is a new game – I never played it before, but Gennady- that's Colonel Tcherepnin – mentioned it as an entertainment they sometimes use in interrogations. Each of us is going to toss a pair of dice. If either die lands on the number one, you get to fuck Arkadi's ass. If neither one does, you pass – and Latronius gets a punishment.

• (Latronius, through his ball-gag) Whmm kmmm mf pmmmmmmmm?

• Don't interrupt, Latronius. We go another round. The second time you throw a one, he sucks your cock and you're out of the game. We continue until everyone has fucked Arkadi's ass at least once. How can you fuck Arkadi's ass more than once? Well, if BOTH of your dice are ones, you take his mouth and you play again until you get another one and fuck his ass. Now, as I said, if neither die comes up a one, Latronius gets a punishment – three minutes on the fucking machine.

• Whmm??!

• You're right, it's too little, we'll make it four. Say another word and it's five. And there's another little punishment in store for you – if any of us rolls a pair of sixes, that man gets to plant forty strokes on your big black behind with the implement of his choice, as long as that implement has not already been used by someone else. So you see, Latronius, you have quite an evening in store for you. I, as host, will go first.

[Author's note: the results of this game were determined by simulation with actual dice.]

I rolled a two and a four.

• Damn. No fuck for me – yet. But that's four minutes on the fucking machine for Latronius. Let's get him started, shall we? This is going to go on for a while.

Sasha and Oleg trotted over to a far corner of the playroom and retrieved a freestanding fucking machine. I greased up the big black's ass and provided another coating on the dildo mounted on the business end' of the fucking machine. The machine had ten speed settings. We set it to one' and pushed the dildo into the American's unshaved hole. And slowly began to fuck him.

• Mmmmmmph!

• It's not as big as your cock, Latronius, which you've been happily thrusting up my slave's cunt. So relax – I'm using one of my smaller dildos, you've got it easy.

That statement was true – but I didn't have any trainer dildos, so my smallest one was nearly the size of my own cock.

• Now, back to Arkadi. Nikolai will toss the dice next, then the FSB, then my friend Horst, then my assistants and my servants, in order of seniority.

Nikolai rolled a one and a four.

• (Nikolai) Hurrah! A fuck for me.

He positioned himself behind Arkadi – who had been well-greased – and thrust his cock into the boy's behind, as Pyotr looked on with a mix of anger, guilt and lust.

• Fmmm ymm Dmmmmm!" Latronius complained as the dildo slowly pistoned his ass.

• Glad you're enjoying it, Latronius.

I watched with pleasure as the dildo slowly pumped into the former enforcer's virgin rectum. He continued to curse us through his gag. His four minutes ended before Nikolai shot his load inside Arkadi, and Latronius visibly relaxed after the dildo was withdrawn and he had some moments to rest.

When Nikolai had finished (Arkadi was not at all complaining, I noticed), Tcherepnin came forward and threw a three and a five. Back into Latronius went the fucking machine.

I turned to Sasha, who was monitoring the controls of the fucking machine while awaiting his turn at Arkadi.

• Turn the speed up to `two.

• (Guess Who) Nm!

• Oh, you want it faster? Maybe later.

There followed an unlikely string of tosses not resulting in a one appearing on either die. But Ivan rolled a pair of sixes – "Box cars!" Oleg cried, knowing the American expression – and Latronius' anal assault was interrupted so that my housekeeper could redden his ass. He went over to the far side of the room and brought back his belt.

• (Ivan) This will remind me of my father.

With that, he whaled away at the black man's ass. It didn't turn a rosy pink like Alexei's would have but it was definitely a more pinkish shade of chocolate.

Daniil, the last to go in Round One, failed to throw a one, so by the end of the round Latronius had earned thirty-six minutes on the fucking machine plus Ivan's administrations with the belt.

• It's Round Two. Turn the setting up to three.

Latronius, of course, had most of his Round One "sentence" to go, but all's fair in love and fucking games.

It was my turn again, and I tossed a pair of threes. Nikolai, leading a charmed life, broke the string of failures. As this was his second time throwing a one, his cock went into the boy's mouth. While Arkadi was giving my mentor head, Ivan finished his beating and the dildo on the fucking machine was pushed back up into Latronius.

• See, Latronius. You got your wish. We'll go a bit faster.

Round Two produced more activity in Arkadi's delicious rump – Tcherepnin, Horst, Henri and Ivan all tossed the requisite `one's, and Latronius had accumulated another twenty-eight minutes with the machine.

For Round Three we turned the setting up to four, and both Tcherepnin and I threw "box cars" – I chose the strap, allowing Tcherepnin the honor of using the cane. The skin on the black man's ass had definitely broken in several places and the marks would last a while before they healed. Latronius was screaming during Tcherepnin's strokes, and there developed a small puddle under his head: tears.

Bobrovsky, Ivan and Daniil had their turn fucking Arkadi. In Round Four, I tossed a pair of ones – "snake eyes", according to Oleg – so I got some quality time inside the boy's lovely mouth. It was far from Arkadi's first time deep-throating a man but I gave him a rough go of it anyway, for Pyotr's benefit. I instructed my chauffeur to stand behind Arkadi, so that I could look squarely at him while he watched me brutalize his boyfriend.

• (to Pyotr) Arkadi seems to be enjoying this. I'm guessing he's had a quite a number of men besides you, isn't that right, Arkadi?

The blond boy didn't answer, of course, as his mouth was full of me, but Pyotr looked suitably betrayed. Part of me felt bad for Pyotr but the man had to learn his lesson. Even when you're just an employee – a privileged employee at that – you have to respect the boss's rules.

Round Four produced no more ass-fucks for Arkadi, but Tcherepnin, Oleg, and Daniil, having tossed`one's, shot their second (and final) loads of the evening into the lad's throat. So by Round 5 (with the fucking machine up to 6 in the speed setting), only six of us were still playing. Bobrovsky got a blow job out of it, no one else. Round 6 brought blow jobs (and the end of the game) for Horst and Henri, leaving only myself, Sasha, and Ilya – and only Sasha had used his ass.

Sasha got his in Round 8 and I in Round 10. Ilya had a string of bad luck and it took him until Round 16 to finally get his turn in the boy's ass. It was all done by chance, but I thought: Karma. You're the one who least deserves the reward, you shouldn't be here at all.

By the time it was all ended, Arkadi had taken twenty-three loads: thirteen in his ass and ten in his mouth. When we untied him from the sawhorse there was a smile on his face. I couldn't tell whether the smile was because it was all over, or if it was a smile of satisfaction. We helped him over to a sling, where he could rest from his ordeal.

Latronius, partly due to Ilya's inability to throw a `one', had accumulated 180 minutes on the fucking machine – exactly three hours – and still had a considerable amount of his sentence to serve. He was on the maximum speed setting by now, of course, where he would remain being pulverized at 150 thrusts per minute until his sentence was up.

The machine still plowing away at him, we decided we would leave him overnight in the stocks with the dildo inserted, even after it had finished raping him.

We went over to the wall where we had left our clothes and dressed, leaving the wall bare. Which Arkadi noticed. He called out from his sling:

• Where are my clothes? I don't see them. Pyotr, bring them to me, please.

I watched Pyotr's expression as he realized that Arkadi's clothes were nowhere in the room. Nor were Latronius's clothes. The first to be eliminated from the game, Nikolai had discreetly retreated to the wall where the clothes were stored and removed their two piles of garments from the room.

• (Pyotr) Boss, where are Arkasha's clothes?

• (Nikolai) We took them out to be cleaned. After which they'll be donated to a local charity.

• (Pyotr) What are you talking about? You're releasing him tomorrow. He needs his clothes to go home.

I smiled.

• Gennady, are we releasing them tomorrow? I don't remember saying that.

• (Tcherepnin) No, we're not releasing them tomorrow.

• (Arkadi) You said we could leave!

• And you are leaving. But not with your clothes.

• (Arkadi) What are you talking about? I can't leave without my clothes! Do you expect me to walk into my house stark naked?

Nikolai laughed and the government men looked amused. My staff looked on with interest – this was an unexpected development and the intelligent among them realized the implications. Pyotr was intelligent and had a horrified look on his face.

• (Bobrovsky, grinning) Can I tell him?

Tcherepnin answered that question with a scowl.

I walked over to Arkadi and addressed him directly, as Pyotr stood nearby.

• Boy, you are never wearing clothes again.

• (Pyotr, pleading) Boss . . .

But when I looked at him, he knew there was no point in going further.

• (Arkadi) What do you mean, never again? (to Tcherepnin) This doesn't make sense, you don't keep prisoners naked, do you? Anyway, you said you weren't arresting me.

• (Pyotr) They're not arresting you. They're selling you.

• (Arkadi) Selling . . . ?

• He's not too bright is he, Pyotr? (to Arkadi) You know I have a slave, you told me that earlier. And Latronius has probably told you that my slave is kept naked. In the organization I belong to, all slaves are kept naked. You're about to join their ranks.

• (Arkadi) No, you can't – I mean, my father –

• Your father is in mourning. You see, there was an unfortunate car accident. Your body was burned beyond recognition. He was given an urn of ashes and told it is you. And tomorrow you'll be put on a plane – naked – and sent to Jakarta, Indonesia. There's a slave auction coming up there in two weeks. Someone will buy you and you'll spend the rest of your life as a slave.

• Pyotr –

• (Pyotr) It's no use, Arkasha. There's nothing I can do. You know too much now, he can't let you go. Listen, it's not so bad. You like getting fucked, you'll get fucked a lot, it can be a nice life for you. You'll have to get used to obeying your master – that's going to be hard for you, you're a free spirit and you won't be free anymore but you like being topped and your master will appreciate your body.

• (Arkadi) I don't deserve this! You're the one who brought me here, you're the one who should be punished.

• (Pyotr) Arkasha –

• Don't call him `Arkasha'. He has no name now until his master gives him one.

The boy was in shock. I patted him affectionately on the head.

• You are right, lad. Pyotr deserves to be punished. And he is being punished. His punishment is knowing that he is responsible for your fate. He will always have to live with that. But he is right that I have no choice in this matter. I cannot allow you to go home and repeat tales of what has happened here. After all, the story is out that you are dead. The only options I have are to sell you or to turn you over to the Colonel here who will see that you permanently disappear. He has years of experience in the FSB, he knows how to do that quite well. You see, this is the kindest thing I can do for you. Also, of course, the most profitable. You are a good fuck, boy. You will make a good slave if you work hard and obey your master in all things.

I turned to Nikolai.

• So much for Arkadi. Now let's go break the news to Latronius.

[COMING UP NEXT: CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE - A PARTY WITHOUT DMITRI]