Little Big Man

LITTLE BIG MAN - a serial novel by Travis Creel

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE: A PARTY WITHOUT DMITRI

Previously: Latronius and Arkadi (Pyotr's boyfriend), detained after the surprise raid' on Thursday night, have been told they can leave on Sunday, when the investigation should be completed. To compensate, they were invited to the Saturday night party, which Latronius looks forward to with relish, eager for another chance to fuck Alexei. At the party, however, the tables are turned and they discover that they, and not Alexei, are the guests of honor'. Furthermore, Dmitri has realized that they know too much and cannot be released – they are to be sold as slaves.

Meanwhile, let's catch up with Alex – now calling himself Alexei' per Dmitri's instructions. Latronius was with' Alexei when captured on Thursday night, but Alexei has not been part of the narrative since. We rewind a bit to catch up with him.

ALEXEI: FRIDAY, 16 DECEMBER, MORNING – MASTER'S BEDROOM

My mind was still reeling from what had happened in the last few hours. Master was away, Latronius came for one of his visits, then he suddenly collapsed on top of me, unconscious. His full weight made it difficult for me to breathe; it felt like a refrigerator had fallen on top of me. It took four men to lift him off me and walk him out of the room; in addition to Master and Nikolai, I was astonished to see the two FSB Men – Colonel Tcherepnin and the randy young Bobrovsky.

Master ordered me off the bed and I fell asleep in my doggy bed until he returned and ordered me to make up the two spare rooms, which I assumed were for the FSB men, though I was confused as to why they would be staying overnight. He ordered me to say nothing of tonight's events to any of the other servants or staff, even under direct questioning. Then he spontaneously decided to fuck me, and I went back to `bed'.

I didn't get much sleep. My mind was reeling.

Master's trip had not been a trip – it was a trap. He wanted to capture Latronius because of his habit of visiting me while Master was away – or maybe it had to do with what I told Master about seeing Latronius at the computer that night. Whatever the reason, he lured Latronius with his supposed absence, and then caught him literally in the act.

Eventually I fell asleep, but "Wake up, you worthless piece of shit" sounded in my ear alarm way before I was ready for it. I did my three `sh's – shit, shower, shave – and traipsed down to the kitchen.

Henri was curious, as usual.

• There was some commotion last night. I heard voices and footsteps – it woke me up. Do you know what was going on?

Yep, but my lips are sealed.

• Alexei? I asked you a question. You know you must answer me.

• I'm sorry, Sir, Master has directed me not to speak of the matter.

• Ah, so something did go on. Intéressant. Well, someone will know something, we'll figure it out.

He said the last in a reassuring voice and then kissed me, as he often did.

Then came breakfast, at which Master appeared and Pyotr didn't – both of which startled the other servants. Master told them not to speculate about the reason for his presence. Afterwards, Ivan and Daniil came back into the kitchen – to speculate about the reason for Master's presence. They also speculated about the reason for Pyotr's absence, but not Nikolai's; he was known to skip breakfast sometimes. I maintained silence, which was good, because Master suddenly walked in, prompting Ivan and Daniil to make hasty excuses and depart.

• (Henri) I could not stop them, Monsieur. They came to ask, I told them you said not to speculate but they continue.

Master turned to me.

• Is this true, Alexei? Did Henri discuss it with them? Did they ask you?

• Master, Henri asked me earlier this morning. I told him you had ordered me not to speak of it, and he accepted that. Ivan and Daniil also asked me but Henri told them it was no use, I wouldn't say anything.

Master nodded, evidently satisfied, and then told Henri to make up four extra breakfasts.

• Four, Monsieur??

Henri was understandably confused. Pyotr and Nikolai had missed breakfast missing and that would account for two, but – four?

• Henri, we have visitors in the house. Visitors whose presence must remain a secret. If anyone under my employ learns of their presence from you, you will lose access to Alexei for a month. I'm sorry to have to threaten you like this, Henri – I do trust you – but this is a matter of utmost importance. Understood?

• Understood, monsieur.

Clearly Henri did not understand, but he understood the consequences if he opened his mouth.

Master texted Ruslan and the hunky handyman appeared shortly in the kitchen. Master and Ruslan each took one of the four breakfasts and handed me the other two. I was to bring them to the guest rooms I had made up last night. I presumed the other two were for Nikolai and Pyotr – the only other possibility was Latronius, but surely he'd been kicked out of the house by now – so why didn't Master have me deliver their breakfasts as well? And why summon Ruslan?

DMITRI: We took our trays to the playroom for Latronius and Arkadi; I needed Ruslan with me to make sure Latronius didn't try to rush the door and get out, although we'd sedated them and they were likely still asleep.

ALEXEI: Colonel Tcherepnin was glad to see me. After I set down his breakfast, I displayed for him as per normal, and he said:

• You are lovely, boy. Are you sure you are happy here? Perhaps your Master would sell you, what do you think? Would you like to work for the FSB?

• Sir, I have no wish for any other Master.

That's what I said. I was thinking `A slave of the FSB? Holy shit – how insane would that be?'

Bobrovsky was even gladder to see me. He instructed me to get on all fours while he set the tray on my back and ate his breakfast off it – I was terrified it would slide off and I'd be punished for it, but it didn't.

When he had finished his breakfast, he said,

• Since you gave me breakfast, I think it's only fair that I give you one. (dropping his pants) You know what to do, boy.

I got on my knees.

Bobrovsky was just under six feet tall, with a stocky build, and a cock that looked like a white version of Latronius's member. That is to say, long and thick, with a slight upward curve when erect. Not quite as big as Latronius, but just about as tasty. I slathered his dick with my saliva and took him into my mouth – where initially he proceeded to force it down my throat lustily. The curve in his dick would have made it easier to do upside down and I had to fight an impulse to gag on it. But then I got into it thoroughly, and when his balls invaded my mouth as well, I welcomed them. He stopped forcing himself and let me tease him and lick him to orgasm and his seed slid down my throat in gushes. He was a young man – perhaps twenty-five – and as virile as anyone I had met other than Ruslan.

I cleaned his cock and took his tray back to the kitchen, then reported to Master, who seemed surprised at the amount of time I had taken in my tasks – and then not surprised. He stuck his finger into my hole to see if there was any semen in it – he knew that Bobrovsky had always taken every possible opportunity to stick his dick into me. Only this morning, he had chosen the opposite orifice.

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 16, AFTERNOON – GARAGE

It snowed all day. Why couldn't Master live in the tropics? Snow was horrible – and dangerous. There was just a coating this morning – no problem for the business staff to arrive – but now there were several inches on the ground and the staff would need to be able to leave at the end of the day – plus the FSB men – who knew how long they were staying?

This was manageable – Master had a snowplow, and I saw it in operation – I was hoping it was Pyotr running it, but couldn't be sure (maybe it was Daniil?). But the pathway to the garage from the house had to be shoveled – and that was my job.

It was well below zero on the Celsius scale; on the Fahrenheit, with the whipping wind, it would have been near zero on what weathermen used to call the wind chill factor' and then referred to as the feels like' temperature, in a typical case of dumbing down to the hoi polloi.

But did I get a warm coat to wear? Did I get trousers? Did I get to wear anything at all in the freezing cold?

I know this will shock you, but the answer is yes, actually. Sorta. I got to wear something: bubble wrap, layers of it, wrapped around my feet. (I guess it didn't qualify as clothing.) It didn't do a damn thing to keep me warm, though it did keep my feet from getting wet. Better than being barefoot, I suppose.

The garage was quite a distance from the house, and I had a one-hour maximum to complete the job – they didn't want my balls to drop off in a frozen cluster, I guess; if I didn't finish, I'd have to return later after I'd warmed up. It was incentive to work fast, as was the very fact that exercise helped distract me from the cold. Of course, having just taken Ruslan's monster cock up my ass, I wasn't moving as fast as I would normally do.

And Ruslan had been brutal today. Something seemed to have provoked him – it was as if he was trying to hurt me. I've grown to look forward to Ruslan's fucking, but today was not enjoyable. My rectum was quite sore afterwards, and he even held a towel to my hole as if I'd bled a little. He seemed apologetic after he shot his load – without, of course, saying so in words. I wondered what was wrong. Was he upset with me? Or with someone else and just taking it out on me?

DMITRI: In fact, Dmitri had received some disconcerting news regarding his practicum, and he took it out on Alexei.

ALEXEI: The snow was falling so fast that I feared the walkway would need a second shoveling, but Master dismissed the non-resident staff as soon as I came in so that they could leave while the walkway was clear. I saw that it had indeed been Pyotr operating the plow. So whatever had happened, he was still employed. After his absence at breakfast, I hadn't been sure.

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 17, EVENING – GARAGE

It has been another mysterious day. The FSB men are still here, and I have no idea why. Nikolai is still here, too – and though Master had said it was mostly so he could get in some fucks of yours truly, I think it must be related to whatever happened the night I saw Latronius and Grigory at the computer.

There was more snow, so I had more shoveling – especially as there was a party tonight. Master told me to clean out as usual – the FSB men appeared at dinner as if they were guests for the party, as did Horst the German. With the staff, Nikolai, and Master, that would make thirteen cocks going inside me, unless there was another bottom present, which seemed unlikely.

And then he ordered me to the garage.

To the garage?

Ruslan was waiting for me there, as was a man in a chauffeur's uniform who was not Pyotr. At first, I thought maybe Pyotr had been replaced, but then I recognized that a Mercedes that did not belong to Master or anyone on the staff. I'd seen it in Yuri's garage. This was Yuri's chauffeur, whom Rhody had told me was named Evgeniy.

I was going on a road trip. And a reunion with Rhody, I hoped.

Into the trunk I went. There is no heat in the trunk of a car, and the temperature had not warmed up any over the last twenty-four hours. The trunk popped open a half-hour later. I heard a voice, but didn't place it immediately.

• Cold? Don't worry. We'll warm you up good.

I recognized the face that was looking down at me – Nurbek, Yuri's Kazakh associate, the one whom Rhody was fond of. Before escorting me inside, I was blindfolded. I was grateful for that – it warmed a few inches of my head.

I was never so glad to find myself in a dungeon – at least it was heated. Hands rubbed all over my body – that warmed me further. I think, actually, that was their purpose – the hands were passing over my skin almost lovingly, comfortingly. Russian voices – I assumed Nurbek and Anil, although maybe there were some of Yuri's other servants that I hadn't met.

But I quickly recognized the timbre of one of the voices – Ruslan!

I was hanging from a chain, yanked up so that only my toes touched the floor. There was a gag in my mouth. The blindfold came off. Facing me, ten feet away, was Rhody, identically restrained. Between us were two men – Ruslan and Nurbek. Anil was nowhere to be seen, nor was there evidence of anyone else in the room.

• (Ruslan) This private party. Two top, two bottom.

• (Nurbek) No long trains to pull tonight. No one else will join us. You will each be fucked by both of us, but that is the extent of the sexual activity we will impose on you.

Nurbek's English was a lot better than Ruslan's.

The gags were then removed. The two of them continued their explanation, trading off sentences. They seemed to make an effective tag team, and I had no doubt they had rehearsed – or at least planned – this in advance. Ruslan spoke first.

• So what going to happen? That up to you.

• To one of you.

• Right, it up to one of you.

• One of you will be given a choice. And that choice will determine what we do tonight.

• Here is how it work. We going to punish you, that clear from way you are hanging so delightful from chain.

• But how hard are we going to punish them, Ruslan?

• Are three levels of difficulty. What we call them, Nurbek?

• Easy, Hard, and Ultra.

• Easy, Hard, and Ultra. Easy is, like, easy.

• Like what you would get at a typical discipline session.

• No, Nurbek, not that easy.

• You're right, Ruslan. Like two, maybe three discipline session. Some pain, but not that bad.

• Okay, so that Easy level. What is Hard?

• Hard is three times as many strokes. Plus dildos. Plus some electricity is involved.

• Ouch! That sound hard!

• It is, that's why we call it Hard!

• I was wonder about that.

Ah, welcome to the comedy stylings of Ruslan and Nurbek. Abbott and Costello they're not.

• So what is Ultra, Nurbek?

• Ultra is twice as hard as Hard.

• Six times what Easy is? That sound like lot of pain, Nurbek.

• It is. A LOT of pain. Plus there's an extra surprise – something the slaves have not experienced before.

• Oh, surprise! What is?

• If we tell them, then it won't be surprise.

• So, Nurbek, you say one boy have to make decision. What decision he make?

• He gets to choose what level of punishment he get.

• Serious? He get to choose Easy, Hard, or Ultra?

• He does.

• We double-cross him, right? We lie to him and give him more than he choose?

• No, we tell him the truth.

• What is catch? Must be catch somewhere.

• Ah, Ruslan, maybe there is. If he chooses Easy, then the other boy gets Ultra.

• Oh, poor Other Boy.

• And he gets to watch Other Boy cry out in pain.

• So maybe he should choose Hard. What happen then?

• Then Other Boy gets Hard, too.

• And if he choose Ultra? I not know why anyone choose Ultra, but what happen if he does?

• Then Other Boy gets Easy.

• I see. Ethical dilemma. I think I prefer not to have choice.

• But wait – there's more.

Had Nurbek been watching American infomercials?

• Tell me, Nurbek.

• What happens after the punishment is over?

• They stay here for night, yes?

• Yes. But how? If the slave chooses Easy, then they will both be tied up in an uncomfortable position, gagged, and with large dildoes up their asses, until morning.

• Oh, not so good. What if he choose Hard?

• Then they will be both tied up, but in a less uncomfortable position and gagged, but no dildo.

• Sound better. And if he choose Ultra?

• Then they will have freedom of movement and speech until morning.

• You mean they can walk around and sleep wherever they choose – not in cage like last time?

• That is correct, Ruslan.

• So who get to make choice?

• We flip a coin.

Of course. These damn Russians and their fucking games.

• And who get to call it?

• I think our guest should make the call.

Oh, great. They removed my gag while Nurbek flipped a coin. I called out "Heads".

• And the answer is . . .

• Oh, Nurbek, suspense is killing me.

• Tails.

• Oh, tails. Sorry, Alexei. You don't get to choose. Rodion choose.

They pulled the gag from Rhody's mouth. I knew there was only one choice he could make – Hard was going to be Hard, but at least we'd both endure it together, and equitably. The whole scheme was created to induce us to choose the Hard level, that was obvious. Maybe a coward like Utah would have chosen Easy, but not Rhody, not if he knew what it would do to me. And of course, there was no way he was going to choose Ultra. So naturally, he chose -

• Ultra. I choose Ultra.

What?! Rhody, what are you doing?!

• (Ruslan) Rodion, this is final decision?

• Yes, Sir. I don't want him to suffer. And I want to be able to talk later.

If you're conscious, I thought.

• (Ruslan) Nurbek, you don't seem surprised.

• I knew he would. He's in love with your boy Alexei.

• Well, let's throw a fuck into them first.

We were lowered from our dangling position and it was such a relief to plant my feet solidly on the ground. My arms were aching, and I'd only been suspended for a few minutes. The chains were not removed from our wrists, however, and we were each led over to one of the support pillars scattered throughout the room. A collar was put around my neck, and a short chain attached to it. The end of the chain was then fixed to an eye-bolt in the floor so that my head was only a foot above it, below my knees. The chain attached to my wrists, however, was then hooked to something high, forcing my arms up while I was bent over, and my back and head pushed up against the pillar. Finally, a spreader forced my feet apart, opening up my hole for access.

And then I was fucked, in this uncomfortable position, by Nurbek. His cock was long and thick, but not as long as Grigory's and not as thick as Ruslan. Nevertheless, it was an impressive member and he drilled me with great vigor. Despite the difficulty of my awkward position, the stress on my shoulders and neck from the taut chains, the hard pillar pressing against me with every thrust, I quickly grew hard as this felt not like punishment but like reward. I cannot explain why I felt less of this sensation when Master fucked me – his cock was similar in size to Nurbek's and his talent for fucking was probably just as skillful.

Nurbek, having spilled his seed deep into my bowels, withdrew, and was replaced by Ruslan, whose massive dick I was well used to by now. Which is not to say it was not an adventure every time he rogered me. His pounding still filled me with pain as much as it did pleasure, and I found the combination something I could not live without. Ruslan reached between my legs and grabbed my manhood, already rigid from Nurbek's assault, and the simple touch of his rough hands, in combination with the stimulation of my prostate by his cock, was enough to bring me to climax – he did not have to manipulate me at all.

I thought, I could live in contentment with either of these men – but of course Ruslan was the one I craved.

Both men having shot their loads up our vulnerable asses, it was time for the punishment phase, which began in that very same position. Ruslan selected a prison strap and planted twenty hard strokes on my backside, and then followed it with ten select swishes of the cane. He followed up with five swats of a flogger, aimed between my legs so that the tips of the cords lashed my balls and the tip of my cock. And planted thirty on my back with a heavy flogger.

He then untied me and led me back to my original position, although I was allowed to put my feet on the floor. Rhody was positioned opposite me, but was still suspended. I knew I was going to have to watch him submit to the rest of his punishment.

It was brutal. I don't want to describe it in explicit detail, it was too painful to watch. They thrashed him with every implement you could imagine, tied up his balls and hung weights from them, zapped his cock, nipples and anus with electricity, dripped candle wax over his genitals, and pissed down his throat. By the time it was all over, his ass looked like a mass of purple stripes against a scarlet background – there were tears in his skin there and on his back and thighs.

The worst of it was watching his face. He grimaced in pain, yes, but in between, he kept his focus on me. Directly on me. And there was such a look of love on his face that it ripped my heart to shreds.

He was taking this all for me. He was telling me how much he loved me by how much pain he was willing to absorb in order to spare me even half of what he was taking.

And I thought, why Matti? Why not Rhody? I can see Rhody from time to time, it seems – I will probably never see Matti again. And Rhody loves me. And I think I am beginning to love him back.

I put Matti in Rhody's place and wondered – would he do this for me? Would he have sacrificed himself for me? Matti is a sensitive and caring person, but he is also a pragmatist. He would have chosen Hard, knowing that I would get Hard, too.

I could hear his thoughts – we're in this together, Cheesehead, you and me we'll survive together, we'll get through this as one.

Not that I could blame him for that – unless I was willing to blame myself. I knew that, had the choice been mine, I would have done that. I would have chosen Hard. I would not have chosen Ultra to spare Rhody. And I would not even have chosen Ultra to spare Matti.

I am a lesser man than you are, Rhody. You have put me in my place without meaning to.

• (Nurbek) Now, it is time for something special. We have gotten permission from your Masters to do this to a slave if he received the Ultra punishment.

• (Ruslan) Rodion, you're in for a treat.

After he said this, Ruslan winked at me. I didn't know why he winked at me, as if I was going to have a treat watching him? Or that Ruslan was going to enjoy watching the reaction as they did whatever they were going to do to Rhody.

I couldn't imagine that, after all that had been done to Rhody this evening, that they would find some other means to torture him that was `special'.

They detached him from his chains. Nurbek slung him over his shoulder – although he was less beefy than Ruslan, he still had enough strength to do that – Rhody, while muscular, was still only five foot seven and weighed under 150 pounds.

They put a hood over his head.

• (Nurbek) This will help you focus. No visual distractions, it will make the experience more intense. You have noticed the built-in gag. That is so you can bite down if it becomes too much.

He and Ruslan then dumped him, face down, over a vaulting horse and tied him down. Whatever they were going to do, they were going to do to his ass.

And then Nurbek put a glove on his right hand. And Ruslan produced a bowl of viscous liquid into which the Kazakh dipped his finger.

And I suddenly realized what was going to happen. It was going to be more than a finger.

• (Nurbek) This will be my first time doing a virgin.

His relish was obvious as he daubed the finger around Rhody's anus. Rhody was far from a virgin, of course, but for what was about to befall him, he was.

• We'll go slowly, Rodion. First time a slave is fisted it is going to hurt a lot. I'll let you get used to my hand inside you before I push further. But I warn you – I'm going as far up my arm as I can. And then, we see – perhaps we have some fun punching a bit.

I could only imagine what he must be thinking.

Ruslan returned to me and released me from my chains. I expected to be taken somewhere, but I wasn't.

• You done. If you want to be.

If I want to be?

• You can have same thing as Rodion. If you want.

If I want?

• Boss say you ready. He give permission, like Nurbek boss give him permission. But choice is yours.

Let's see – I can either have the large, rough hand of a large, rough handyman thrust up my anal canal, or . . . not? This is a choice? I sensed a trap.

Ruslan read my face.

• You may speak. You may ask question.

• What's the catch? What happens if I say no?

• You watch Rodion get fist while you don't get fist. Nothing else happen to you. Except you watch.

Could I do that?

I had just watched Rhody go through hell – voluntarily – and he did it for me. During his ordeal, his expression was sending out waves of affection for me. He was telling me that I was helping him get through this, that he was gaining strength by looking at my face, at my body. He had done that all for me.

• I'll do it.

Had I just said that?

Ruslan walked away and came back with a hood, holding it in front of me.

• Are you sure, Alexei? You can still say no. I have bigger hand than Nurbek. If you say yes again, it going inside you. Is no stop it, no turn back. One more chance – do you want fist?

• I want the same as Rhody – as Chris.

I needed to say his real name, I needed him to hear me say his real name.

• If he's getting a fist, I'm getting a fist. The answer is yes.

• (Nurbek) You know, I just changed my plan. I think I will go easy on Rodion. I will stop as soon as my hand is inside him. No reason to go up to the elbow the first time.

Ruslan smiled, and patted me affectionately on the cheek. "Good boy," he said, and fitted the hood over my head. Having heard Nurbek explain it to Rhody, I was prepared for the penis gag inside – not a big one, but was something I could bite down on. There was a zipper on the hood, but he didn't close it – I could still breathe through my mouth around the edges of the gag. I took several puffs to get used to the feel of it.

All was darkness now and I felt Ruslan's hand on my elbow as he guided me over to a table. His hand went under my thigh and I was lifted up and placed, on my back, upon a cold steel table. Loops went around my ankles and my feet were pulled far apart and lifted up toward the ceiling, obviously attached to a chain. My hole was wide open, ready for his assault.

Panic started to set in. What had I been thinking? I didn't want this, I couldn't do this. Unable to speak clearly, I called out as best as I could:

• I chmmmmd mm mmmd.

I changed my mind. I started to wriggle, writhing my torso under the ropes to indicate my position.

Ruslan read me perfectly.

• Too late, Alexei. No change mind now. You commit. I tell you moment ago: you say yes, is no going back. You going to get fist. Period.

Yes, but that was out of some misguided solidarity with Rhody. I wasn't thinking. I -

I heard a cry from Rhody, and a chuckle from Nurbek.

• That was just the fourth finger, Rodi. We're not up to the knuckles yet. Or the thumb.

Ruslan walked away and then came back.

• You going to like this, Alexei. You think you not, but you do.

I steeled myself, preparing myself for the pain and then I felt a cold wetness against my asshole. Ruslan's thick index finger was probing my anus. My rectum still bore the semen from the two fuckings I had received well over an hour earlier but he wanted to make sure I was well-greased.

And then two fingers went in at once, followed by a third. I grimaced, but their combined thickness was less than that of Ruslan's cock, so I didn't truly gasp until the fourth crowded its way in. By this time, Rhody was calling out in pain, in sounds that reminded me of Ned Beatty's bellow when he was sodomized in Deliverance.

• (Ruslan, in a reassuring voice) Easy, boy, you'll be all right. You want me inside you. You know you do.

I didn't want the pain that was shooting through my rectum and reverberating all through my body. But he was right – I did want him inside me.

A knuckle penetrated my sphincter. I took in a bunch of quick, short gasps, breathing in around the gag. A tear formed in my eye from the pain.

In went another knuckle.

• Aaaaaah!

• (Ruslan, in a soothing tone) Good boy. You doing well, Alexei. You loving this. I take good care of you.

Nurbek was speaking to Rhody in a similar voice.

I was full of mixed emotions. The two tops were putting us through extreme pain, but their role had changed. This was no longer punishment. This was no longer discipline. This was being done . . . with affection. It was as if they were guiding us through this process, as if leading us toward some promised land. Ruslan was taking me on a journey, to a place where I had never been before, and it was someplace I knew I wanted to go. Someplace I needed to go.

• (Ruslan) You trust Ruslan, boy?

I felt his free hand stroking my right buttock gently, as if petting a cat.

Unable to articulate, `yes, Sir', I nodded my head. More vigorously than I would have thought possible.

• Good boy.

He pushed his hand in past the knuckles. I cried out in surprise and panted desperately for a few seconds to adjust to the new level of pain.

And then there was another startling sensation – Ruslan's lips on my cock. Which was stiff as a broomstick. He didn't take it into his mouth, but did plant a tender kiss on it. I realized that it was the first time since my capture that my cock had been touched by lips that didn't belong to another slave. And even those occasions had been few and far between.

• We past worst of it," he said, and he was right. He slowly slid the rest of his hand in, and while his hand went deeper up my rectum, the part stretching my asshole was less thick.

How can I describe what I was feeling at that moment? I was experiencing excruciating pain as an object impossibly large had worked its way into my bowels. My head was exploding as my brain was struggling to process all the damage being done to my rectum and the nerve endings there and the waves of violent pain that seemingly occupied every inch of my body. Tears were streaming down my face with the experience.

They were mostly tears produced as a reaction to the painful stimulus. But not entirely. They were also tears of joy. Joy that I had done this. Joy that somehow now I was one with Ruslan, in a way I had never been before, even when he fucked me with his thick member, even when he whipped my back and caned my ass and tied up my cock and balls.

We were one, now, in an unexplainable, excruciating, exhilarating way.

He stayed there for about five minutes, not moving, letting me get used to the feeling and drink it in.

I drank it in. On the face of it, I was being utterly humiliated. Ruslan was asserting his dominance in the most explicit way possible. I was a whore, an object, into whom he could insert not just his cock but something as powerful as his fist – well, his hand. A symbol of strength, a fist – of manliness, of aggression, of power. Marchers in the streets raise their fists to show their power and determination. And their willingness to fight and be aggressive. He was showing me he had all the power over me.

And yet I felt empowered. I had this – thing – inside me, and it was filling my gut to an unimaginable degree – and I was taking it. I was taking it. It was like a compact between us. You can do this to me and I can have this done to me. And it was my choice. I felt empowered because I had chosen to take it. I wondered if Rhody was feeling this same thing – he had not had a choice. And yet Nurbek was guiding him through it, coaching him in the same way that Ruslan was doing for me.

My internal dialogue was interrupted by gasps and grunts from Rhody – Nurbek was pulling out. Moments later, new spasms that racked my bowels, as Ruslan's bulky hand worked its way past my ruined sphincter. After he got past the knuckles, the rest of it almost slid out in a rush.

Ruslan's hand, slimy with the mixture of grease and the residue of my colon, found its way onto my cock, and, to my astonishment, he grasped it full on and pushed his fist up and down over my overstimulated member. Simultaneously, Nurbek was stroking Rhody to a climax.

My balls went into overdrive and my urethra filled with tension and I approached the boiling point almost immediately. I wanted the hand job to go on forever but it seemed like it was over in seconds as oceans of semen shot toward the ceiling and landed happily on my abdomen. I felt Ruslan's hand on my belly, smearing and evening out the pools of viscous liquid which warmed it. And then a finger went into my mouth, and I tasted my own cum, flavored a bit with the residue of shit that had lined the walls of my anus. Not long after, I heard a satisfied groan from Rhody as he climaxed.

It had been a long time since I had shot my load other than while being fucked.

They untied us, unhooded us, and led us over to the showers in the corner of the room. To my surprise, Nurbek and Rhody joined us, and invited – well, ordered – us to wash their marvelous bodies with soap, with washcloths, and with tongues. Of course, you know where it ended. Ruslan's and Nurbek's cocks got more than washed with our tongues. But this happened without being forced. It just seemed natural. I put my lips on that monstrous member and I knew it had to go inside my mouth. And I had to taste his load, to have had him inside both ends of me in that evening.

And after that, Ruslan gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever had in my life.

• You like?

• Yes, Sir.

I was reveling in that kiss, and looking in his eyes hoping that he would do it again.

• Not kiss. Fist. You like fist?

I nodded. I like.

• Master do you next time.

Thud.

[COMING UP NEXT: CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO - RECONSIDERING RELATIONSHIPS]