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аддендум
THE
CODICIL PART 3
by Pueros
copyright 2005 by Pueros,
all rights
reserved
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY
This is the third of five parts of a story of sexual sado-masochism, as rumoured to be practised by some of the new multi-millionaires and billionaires of modern Russia.
Part три – боль
(Three –
Pain)
'If only
we could go back to Moscow.....finish
with our life here, and go back to Moscow!'
(Basement torture chamber of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, late 1990s)
After hearing his Master's intentions, Sergei now wished that he could go back to Moscow and renew his previous life. Although his recently signed contract had bound the exceptionally beautiful boy to accept all of the physical and sexual abuse just mentioned by the man as being imminent, the naked 14 year-old could not now prevent himself from begging for mercy. "Please, Sir," he pleaded, whilst his smooth slender cock remained incongruously but resolutely hard and throbbing and pointing back at his own cute navel, "please be more gentle with me during our first sessions together!"
The sinisterly leather-hooded and clad Master peered at Sergei's gorgeous pleading face, and the only visible parts of the man's head, namely his dark, cold eyes, immediately displayed not only clear cruelty but also obvious contempt. He considered the entreaties of the boy, who was now helplessly chained in a face-up spreadeagled position on the table besides him, adorned with his matching slave collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, plus tight silvery cockring, to be both impertinent and cowardly.
The Master confirmed his attitude when he then proffered some advice, whilst collecting a cane, which was resting between two hooks on a nearby wall, along with many similarly displayed alike implements of cruel chastisement. "You must learn three things quickly for your own welfare, slave brat," the man suggested.
"First, slave brat," the man advised, on his return to the bottom of the table and as he aimed a vicious blow from his cane across the uplifted sole of the spreadeagled Sergei's chained left foot, "you must learn to call me only 'Master'!" The adult was rewarded for his effort by a voluminous scream uttered by the boy's rosy lips, accompanied by dampness forming in his sensuous blue eyes, as the 14 year-old experienced pain of a previously unprecedented kind.
Sergei was subsequently to discover that blows to the tender soles of his feet were, with the exception of those applied to his balls, the most excruciating to bear. The boy was also to learn that his Master well knew this anatomical fact, which was why the very sadistic man often gave these particular areas special attention during beatings.
"Second, slave brat," Sergei's Master appraised the now lachrymose boy, whose left sole felt as if it was on fire, "you must never speak to me without permission!" The man reinforced his point with another accurate and vicious hit from his cane onto the exposed underneath of the 14 year-old's other chained foot, procuring another loud scream and more tears in the process.
"Third, slave," the Master concluded, whilst reverting to a position at the side of the hurting sobbing Sergei, "you must never beg for leniency or mercy, as you will not only never receive any from me but also, like now, suffer worse for such impertinence!" The man then, with a viciousness equalling that of the blows to the feet, struck the boy's erection sideways, from the direction of the 14 year-old's tearful face.
Sergei's cock, previously still amazingly erect and pointing towards his navel, had assumed an angle of about 45° to his slim belly. However, the nasty excruciating blow encouraged the boy's hard cock to point momentarily in the other direction, horizontally downwards towards his agonised splayed feet.
Interestingly, Sergei's gorgeous naked spreadeagled body visibly simultaneously spasmed within the tight confines of his chain bondage, and a spurt of white creamy ejaculate gushed out of his momentarily downwards pointing cock to fall onto the table between his splayed legs. When the hard unruly penis subsequently quickly bounced back through about 135° to its previous position, more cum splashed onto the boy's belly, chest and face before the residue began to ooze in a thin string from the head and dribble more gently onto his stomach. This remaining semen eventually gathered in a little pool centred on his navel.
The Master looked happily at the copious evidence of unauthorised sexual climax and commented "It appears, slave brat, that I'll have to add a fourth suggestion as to how you can safeguard your own welfare." As the man inflicted a repeat agonising blow from his cane to Sergei's amazingly still-hard cock, he advised "You must learn not to orgasm without permission!"
Whilst Sergei's pained penis subsequently again quickly traversed another 135° and back again, the remnants of the extraneous cum, which had still been present on his cockhead, flew through the air to fall somewhere on the ground beyond the foot of the table. "I'll let you lick your mess up from the table, floor and your own body later," the Master then advised the deeply hurting and humiliated boy.
When Sergei subsequently glanced down at his amazingly maintained erection, he could see through his tears that the penile upper surface now sported two vivid scarlet stripes. The boy suspected correctly that the soles of his feet bore similar marks.
"I'll add the rest of the punishment that's due to you, slave brat, for your previous incompetent performance of fellatio, later," the Master next disconcertingly informed. However, Sergei's mind was suffering too much mental and physical anguish to pay much notice, especially after the man replaced the cane in his cruel hands with a small pair of metal tweezers.
"Now I'll pluck your pubes so that they're completely smooth!" the Master announced to Sergei.
(Ground-floor security room of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
The Master's duty security guard was watching the events happening in the torture chamber on his closed-circuit television monitor with immense interest. Doing so as part of his duties, which also included videoing such occurrences for posterity, was one of the perks of his job. Another perquisite was currently kneeling at the man's feet.
Having as ordered unzipped the guard's fly and extracted the erection from within the man's uniform trousers, Yuri, naked apart from the frustrating transparent chastity devise fixed to his genitals, was busy performing fellatio.
(Basement torture chamber of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
The Master had to examine Sergei's pubic area very closely and carefully in order to locate each of the sparse, almost imperceptible, minuscule fair hairs present. The man then happily applied his tweezers to pluck away the unwanted objects.
Sergei, whose previous sobbing had gradually died, with his tears drying, reacted to each momentarily hurtful tug with a facial grimace and oral grunt. However, this rather muted reaction to such enforced pubic depilation could not be maintained after the boy's Master had completed his task and applied his specially formulated hair retarding lotion to the 14 year-old's groin area.
The resultant stinging sensation was so painfully acute that Sergei again screamed and began to cry, whilst his previously amazingly still-hard cock finally withered to flaccidity. The boy naturally gained no sympathy for his plight from his sadistic Master, who instead commented "You'll have to become used to this depilatory solution, slave brat, as it'll be applied daily by the doctor to your groin, and anywhere else hair might sprout, such as in your armpits!"
When the distressing stinging sensation afflicting his groin eventually began to recede, and Sergei's tears started to dry again, his sensuous blue eyes next noticed that the pair of tweezers in his Master's hands had been replaced with a much more sinister implement. The man was now holding a long slim silvery needle, which appeared to be extremely sharp at one end, whilst being rather blunt at the other.
"Now I'll pierce your nipples and penis!" the sadistically smiling Master announced to Sergei.
(Ground-floor security room of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
Yuri could hear the screams emanating from the closed-circuit television monitor above him. However, as the boy's eyes were currently focused on the security guard's fulsome and rather sweaty pubic hair, whilst his tongue and mouth licked and sucked the man's equally hirsute and odorous cock and scrotum, he could not view the images on the screen.
Nevertheless, having himself been the regular victim of his Master's sadism, Yuri correctly guessed that the man would be currently enjoying introducing one of his new slaveboys to his sadistic world. He also successfully judged that the erotically exciting scene and his own now expert oral attentions were bringing the security guard rapidly towards ecstatic climax.
Yuri's perception was proved correct when the cock present in his mouth began to pour spurt after spurt of cum down his throat, whilst the ecstatic producer excitedly held the boy's head to ensure that every drop was swallowed. However, the 14 year-old did not actually need such pressure to ensure adequate completion of his chore without spillage.
Yuri had long since learnt the knack of expert fellatio, fully knowing the inevitable consequences of incompetence, just as Sergei was now beginning to do.
(Basement torture chamber of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
The Master now turned to address his guest, the Arab Sheikh, who was still attired resplendently in relevantly flowing ethnic robes. "This needle," the host, whilst holding the wicked silvery implement up for inspection, advised in the lingua franca, English, which he shared with the other man and which Sergei could also understand, "of course, needs to be completely clean before use to avoid contagion. I therefore utilise cotton balls soaked in surgical alcohol to sterilise it and then wear a new mouth mask and rubber gloves whilst wielding it. After all, we don't want the slave brat developing an infection that'll provide an excuse for him to avoid my later painful attentions!"
The Master next opened two items of sterile packaging, originally located on a nearby trolley and from which emerged the aforementioned mouth mask and light black rubber gloves, which he then proceeded to put on. The effect, on top of his leather hood and other garb, only increased the man's sinister appearance and the already appalled, pained and petrified Sergei's acute terror of him.
After attaching the mask and gloves, the Master unscrewed the top off a large bottle of surgical alcohol and opened another sterile packet, from where he extricated a small ball of cotton, which he subsequently soaked in the fluid. The man then carefully sterilised his needle before doing the same to the terrified Sergei's rosy left nipple, which he also rubbed between his fingers to encourage the papilla to become more erect.
Still addressing the Arab, whilst subsequently gently resting the extremely sharp end of the now sterilised needle on Sergei's chest, immediately adjacent to the boy's now literally outstanding left nipple, the Master advised his guest "Of course, I won't actually pierce the slave brat's tit. Male papillae are generally not large enough and so the required perforation has to be made through the underlying flesh, or 'areola'!"
"This action, which I'll now undertake," the Master continued disturbingly, "also allows, despite the ringing of his tits, the slave brat's full papillae to be available for later clamping and other tortures!" However, despite the man's evilly sadistic future plans in respect of Sergei's nipples, he did make, prior to beginning his initial piercing, one considerate suggestion to the horrified boy.
"I recommend you keep still," the Master suggested to Sergei in Russian, whilst leaning his head just above the boy's left nipple, "as I pierce and ring your tits and cock. Otherwise, I can't guarantee not to inflict permanent damage, which, if perpetrated in such circumstances, will have been entirely your own fault!"
Without any further ado, the Master then pushed his needle slowly and carefully into Sergei, which resulted in the loudest scream yet to emerge from the agonised boy's sweet rosy lips. Whilst continuing to oversee the careful penetration by the implement of the 14 year-old's left areola, the man also commented nonchalantly to the Arab "I could, of course, prevent such shrieking by gagging the slave brat. However, I do so like to hear the noises made by my young victims!"
Meanwhile, Sergei, despite the tremendous excruciation caused by the needle, bravely attempted to comply with his Master's recommendation to remain still whilst the first painful piercing was completed, and somehow he managed to achieve the feat. The boy was subsequently rewarded by the sight of the long needle protruding from the flesh on both sides of his rosy left nipple.
"Excellent!" the Master commented in respect of the proficiency of his work, as he stood up to admire his craftsmanship. The man next remarked to the Arab "I'll leave that in place, whilst I use another sterilised needle to piece the slave brat's right areola."
In response, the Arab Sheikh asked a question in English. "How did you learn," he enquired, "to perform piercing so well? After all, your main professional expertise involves oil and gas trading, not ornamenting young slave brats like this teenage slut!"
"I put," the multi-millionaire Master answered, whilst again bending over Sergei to begin his next task, with his second needle slowly and painfully but accurately penetrating the greatly anguished boy's freshly sterilised right areola, "some of the vast amounts of money I earn from my lucrative profession to good use. I have hired highly discreet experts to teach me certain skills, such as safe, albeit painful, piercing. In fact, I've actually taken advice on the use of all of the implements in this torture chamber for two reasons."
"Firstly," the Master advised, as his second needle continued to advance slowly into Sergei's flesh, "I like to take a professional pride in everything I do, including ornamenting and torturing young slave brats like this. Secondly, the organisation of which I am a member insists that anyone, who is in ownership of a boy or girl slut, must adhere strictly to the terms of their contracts, including, where applicable, no unauthorised permanent damage."
"Non-contracted permanent damage, caused accidentally through ineptitude," the Master appraised his Arab guest, as the point of his needle began to re-emerge from Sergei's flesh, "is considered unacceptable and could lead to a member's expulsion. The organisation prides itself on honouring contracts, if only to encourage future enlistment of young slave brats like this teenage slut."
"I'm content to adhere to the organisation's policy," the Master informed, "especially as the most viable alternative to membership, which would still satisfy my particular tastes, would be to abduct boys, as you propose to do with young Americans. I dislike the ultimate implication behind such scenarios, which is that those kidnapped would eventually, after they've served their purpose, need to be killed and their bodies discreetly disposed of to avoid revealing what had happened to them. Despite my sadism, I'm not into snuff. Anyway, slave brats like this cost so much because they're already prepared to suffer a lot. For example, this particular slut, in addition to enduring the usual punishments and tortures, including piercings, which are considered temporary because they can heal completely if allowed, is permitting such permanent disfigurements as discreet branding and even circumcision, if it's my desire to inflict such acts on him. To maximise his earnings, he's also agreed in his contract to the Codicil!"
"Will you eventually invoke the Codicil?" the Arab Sheikh asked. However, in order to keep Sergei, whom the Master knew could understand some English, guessing, the man simply looked into the boy's tearful blue eyes, which now displayed extra fear alongside pain, and smiled before replying "I'll tell you later!"
"Naturally,"
the Master then added, as his fingers finally released the second
needle,
"expertise in the likes of piercing or otherwise ornamenting or
torturing
young slave brats like this will not necessarily be required by
yourself, as
you intend to abduct American boys not contract volunteers for your
purposes.
You, of course, can perpetrate any damage that you want on such teenage
Yankee
sluts in your isolated desert hideaway in Saudi Arabia, including
snuffing them
in the end, as I'm sure that your very remote location would make the
secret
disposal of their bodies easy to achieve."
"Nevertheless," the Master continued helpfully, whilst standing back
again to admire the follow-up work he had just performed on Sergei's
agonised chest, "I still recommend that you do acquire some instruction
in
the various techniques. You won't want to spoil permanently your young
Americans too soon, having gone to the trouble and enormous expense of
acquiring such lovelies in the first place. You'll also find that
becoming
expert enables you to entertain the sluts much better and
long-lastingly, in
terms of causing them the maximum agony with the minimum of wear and
tear."
"You'll thereby maximise your own pleasure and their pain over the longest possible period," the Master concluded, as he happily inspected the accurately placed pair of needles protruding from each side of the hurting and sobbing Sergei's nipples, "and so gain real value for your money, time and trouble!" "I'll probably take your advice," the Arab Sheikh responded before asking, "but is it safe to discuss such matters in front of this slave brat?"
"It's perfectly safe," the Master replied, "as all such brats are carefully vetted, as to not only their suitability for their year or two of slavery but also their ability to keep their mouths shut afterwards about all they've experienced, seen and heard. For Russians, they'll be returned to the normal world very rich and with good cover stories to explain their sudden wealth at such a young age, which will basically centre around their supposed employer's remarkable remunerative generosity towards workers who had proved of great value. The sluts also know that anyone who proves indiscreet will be eliminated!"
"You mentioned the possibility of circumcision, so do you propose to cut this particular slave brat's cock?" the Arab Sheikh then changed the subject to enquire. "In my country, of course," he added, "all males have lost their foreskins because they're Muslims, whereas I notice that virtually all Russian boys not of my faith retain their prepuces!"
"You'll also find, when you come to abduct some of them, that many American boys have been circumcised," the Master initially commented in reply, "although usually not for religious reasons, unless they're Muslim too or Jew. There's a silly theory amongst a lot of Christian Yankee adults that cutting cocks is better and more hygienic for their sons, although I often wonder why, if that were truly the case, they think that their deity gave the boys their foreskins in the first place. When you think about the issue, you realise that slicing off prepuces without real religious or medical necessity is the only common example of mankind attempting to change God's design for the human body."
"Typical Yankee arrogance and stupidity!" the Arab interrupted to comment, with venom in his voice and whilst clearly displaying his deep hatred for the USA. Although the Master was a cruel sadist, he immediately felt a brief pang of pity for the American boys who eventually fell into the malevolent Sheikh's clutches. However, he was too diplomatic to say so.
"As for circumcising this particular slave brat," the Master instead added, "I might choose to do so, as I certainly intend to experience the pleasure of removing the foreskin of at least one of my boys. I'll probably sometime make my selection by means of a competition."
"For example," the Master continued, "I could organise a round-robin naked wrestling contest between the four of them, with the worst performer being circumcised for ineptitude. Alternatively, I could keep them all nicely chaste for a few weeks so that they become desperate for relief. I could then attach penile vibrators to their cocks and the first to succumb to ejaculation would lose his foreskin!"
"Hmmm," the Arab Sheikh remarked, "you're giving me some delicious food for thought!"
(A basement cell of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
The Master's other new slaveboy, Viktor, who had also been freshly bought at the recent secret auction near Moscow and who was currently securely imprisoned in a basement cell close to the torture chamber, could hear Sergei's regular screams. As the boy did so, he experienced a strange mix of emotions.
Viktor, who was still waiting to be ceremonially inducted by the Master into his new life in the same way as Sergei was presently being introduced to his new existence, was both highly apprehensive and excited. Unlike the other 14 year-old newcomer to this perverted world, the boy possessed an identified element of overt masochism and this feature of his developing complex personality was now evidenced by anguish in his groin.
Viktor's masochistic excitement, assisted by recent enforced chastity and furtive feeding with strong and effective aphrodisiacs, had encouraged his cock to want to grow. However, the hard transparent plastic tube, with internal sharp spikes, which had been designed to encase his flaccid penis perfectly, resolutely and painfully prevented the achievement of such an aim.
In order to try to end his penile distress, Viktor had already had to turn his beautiful face away from the television screen in his cell, which was constantly switched on to show continous pornographic videos involving pederasty. However, the boy now encountered much greater difficulty in preventing his mind from focussing on Sergei's vociferous screams from nearby.
Viktor's imagination pictured a beautiful boy being ruthlessly tortured, and his mind subsequently saw himself as the victim. The pain endured by his cock, as the penile shaft impaled itself on the spikes in the encasing plastic tube in response to this mental vision, then became acute.
(Basement torture chamber of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
The relatively rapid withdrawal of the needles from Sergei's smooth chest was far less painful than their original insertion. However, their subsequent replacement by small but sturdy rings of genuine silver was far more anguishing.
The two flanged ends of each originally opened ring had to be carefully pushed by the Master through the respective side apertures created by the needles before being excruciatingly snapped together within the flesh comprising the Sergei's left and right areola. The boy again reacted with further screaming and increased tears.
The Master stood slightly back to admire his handiwork, whilst gently flicking the embedded silver rings up and down to test the steadfastness of their placement and flexibility of their residual movement. "Excellent!" the man again subsequently commented to himself, this time in respect of the new jewellery ornamenting Sergei's chest. The man then went to collect another fresh needle.
"Now I'll pierce your cock!" the sadistically smiling Master now announced to Sergei.
(Ground-floor security room of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
After swallowing the security guard's first ejaculate of the day, Yuri now knew where the man's next seminal deposit would be aimed, as he continued to provide the hairy and pungent adult crotch with oral attention. The boy had previously received instructions to "Use your lips and tongue to make me hard again, slave brat."
Yuri had also been told "I'll then fuck you when you've readied me!"
(Basement torture chamber of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
Only now did Sergei appreciate that, during the excruciating ringing of his nipples, his cock had somehow again become erect. Such an incongruous phenomenon was brought to his attention when the Master grabbed the boy's hard penile shaft and declared to the Arab "I'm glad the slave brat's stiff whilst I perform his frenum piercing!"
"If the slave brat hadn't been hard," the Master added, "I'd have had to make him so. Fitting a frenum barbell to a flaccid cock could subsequently cause the penile flesh to tear when the shaft later grew to erection!"
In reaction to the Master's comments, Sergei's cock immediately began to reduce in size, presumably in fright. However, the man prevented a return to flaccidity by rubbing the shaft back to fulsome erection, which was an action that he would keep up whilst inflicting his piercing, and also covered the penis with surgical alcohol.
The petrified Sergei next felt the sharp point of his Master's freshly sterilised third needle come to rest against the skin on one side of his cock's lower surface, close to the head. As the intrigued Arab continued to watch in fascination, the host then pushed the tip of his implement into the boy's penile flesh.
Aware of the need not to move, Sergei now somehow managed to confine signs of his renewed distress to a brief yelp as opposed to extensive scream, plus the formation of just a few tears, as his Master painfully pierced the underside of his cock. The boy also remained relatively muted when the man subsequently removed the implement that had tunnelled through the penile flesh to protrude from both edges and instead insert a tiny silver barbell replacement.
To allow penetration, the penile ornament was originally missing one of its heads until this minuscule component was screwed on to the relevant end once it had infiltrated the cock. Fixing the part in place required excellent eyesight and dexterity but the Master proved up to the task, although to the agonised and ashamed Sergei successful attachment seemed to take an eternity to achieve.
Nevertheless, this particular eternity passed and now Sergei's maintained erection now proudly displayed a silver frenum ornament, whilst his similarly pained nipples were also interestingly ringed. However, the boy's attention was quickly distracted from his new piercings by his Master's next pronouncement.
"Now I'll brand you!" the sadistically smiling Master declared next to Sergei, whilst the man removed his mouth mask and rubber gloves.
(A basement cell of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
Sasha was currently much less susceptible to genital discomfort than Viktor, whilst he also heard in an adjacent cell Sergei's screams. The boy's bodily injuries, recently inflicted by his Master during a particularly long and intense punishment session in the nearby torture chamber, were still too distressing for the sado-masochistic element of the 14 year-old's own character to gain enjoyment from the sounds.
Sasha instead closed his eyes again and somehow the boy once more fell asleep.
(Basement torture chamber of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
The Master presented the ingenious electric branding iron, which was similar to a soldering device and whose small but ornately shaped metal tip was glowing bright scarlet, to Sergie's appalled blue eyes. The boy now noticed that the red-hot end of the implement depicted the profile of a little double-headed eagle, which he had last seen at the auction emblazoned on Yuri's chest. He also now became acquainted with the pertinence of the symbol.
"My grandfather," the Master rather proudly boasted to the Arab in English, "was born before the revolution and was the illegitimate son of a Russian Romanov Archduke and a household maid. I've therefore adopted an emblem of the former royal house as my own in order permanently to mark my slaveboys with something appropriately relevant and tasteful. The symbol is discretely small, in line with the brat's contractual conditions relating to his willingness to be branded, and can either be passed off later in his life as a tattoo or be removed at my expense after his service for me through plastic surgery."
"Again," the Master then advised Sergei in Russian, "I recommend that you keep very still. I'll be extremely upset if your brandmark is not perfectly positioned in the middle of your chest, exactly midway between your newly pierced nipples!"
Meanwhile, the fresh minuscule silvery adornment on the underside of Sergei's cock was fully visible because the unruly shaft not only was still erect but also had reverted to pointing back at his navel. This penile disposition was soon to prove unfortunate for the boy's pride.
Sergei's terrified blue eyes quickly became incapable of staring at the red-hot tip of the electric branding iron, which would soon mark him as his Master's property. The boy instead closed his eyelids in readiness to feel the excruciation of his smooth chest being imminently seared with the man's double-headed eagle emblem. However, the 14 year-old's expectation was not immediately met.
Sergei instead felt a ball gag being forcibly inserted into his mouth, whilst his Master made another comment in English to the Arab. "Although I like to hear my slave brats' screams," the man remarked, "gagging at this point is usually advisable, as they're otherwise liable to bite off their own tongues, given the intense agony they endure during branding!"
Sergei was naturally not particularly comforted by his Master's comment. The boy, whose eyes were still closed, was even less consoled, after his uncomfortable but effective gag had been put in place, by the subsequent feel of intense heat approaching the middle of his chest.
Yet more excruciating agony, of an intensity not previously encountered, then briefly engulfed Sergei, simultaneous to his nostrils detecting the smell of his own burning flesh, before complete blackness overwhelmed his mind.
(Ground-floor security room of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
The sight on his closed circuit television monitor of Sergei being branded brought the security guard, who was still enjoying Yuri's expert oral attentions, close to another climax. However, as the man was intent on impregnating another of the boy's orifices, he ordered the 14 year-old to desist, stand up and lean face-forward against a nearby wall.
Yuri reluctantly but nevertheless without hesitation complied, knowing that any overt delay would undoubtedly prove much more painful than what he was about to experience. Although the boy had by now been the regular subject of sodomy by large manly cocks, his rectum had somehow remained tight and so the act still hurt.
When Yuri leaned against the wall, he did so by resting the palms of his hands wide apart against the painted surface, with his rear bent at the waist and legs splayed. This well-practised posture presented the boy's curvaceous bottom nicely for imminent sodomy.
The security guard was not subsequently slow in benefiting from Yuri's compliant stance, and soon the man's groans of pleasure echoed round the room in tandem with pained grunts from the boy, as a large cock was eagerly thrust in and out of a tight young rectum.
(Basement torture chamber of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
The pierced and branded Sergei was awoken from his merciful faint by being hosed with chilled water, which, despite its very cold temperature, did little to reduce the acutely agonising burning sensation being experienced on his chest. The boy then tasted cum on his lips.
The Master recognised Sergei's sudden awareness that the boy's belly, chest and face had been splattered with semen and so he advised "It's your own sperm, slave slut. You ejaculated again when I planted my branding iron down onto your chest. Naturally, because of your second unauthorised orgasm, I'll have to add to the punishment that you're already due for earlier incompetence at performing fellatio!"
"Now, what would be appropriate chastisement for your various transgressions?" the man then briefly contemplated before answering his own question. "Ah, yes," the adult decided, "I think that a comprehensive flogging of your whole body, including your back, front, sides and soles of your feet, would be suitable punishment for your ineptitude at fellatio. Additional electric shock treatment, especially to your genitals, would be most pertinent to revenge your latest unauthorised ejaculation!"
"However, before I treat you to such delights," the Master crudely added, "I'll now thoroughly fuck your virgin anus first!"
(Ground-floor security room of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
Yuri's grunts of pain subsided in number and volume, as his sodomiser's groans of pleasure simultaneously increased in intensity, whilst the security guard increasingly came close to climax. "You're....a lovely....fuck....boy," the man stammered, as he felt his cock about to explode in ecstasy.
Yuri's tight rectum was becoming more accustomed to the large manly invader being rapidly and harshly thrust in and out of him, selfishly without any regard whatsoever for the boy's own pleasure. Instead of overwhelming pain, the 14 year-old therefore began to notice the security guard's hard erection more pleasantly rubbing the sides of his rear orifice and, at the cock's maximum intrusion, starting to tickle his prostrate.
Yuri's own cock then began to react to the lessening of rectal pain and its replacement by a degree of pleasure. From sad flaccidity, the boy's penis fruitlessly attempted to grow and rise within the tight confines of the cruelly spiked, transparent, slightly curved perspex tube encasing the immensely frustrated member.
The inevitable result was more anguish for Yuri, this time at the front rather than at the rear of his lovely loins.
(Basement torture chamber of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same time)
Sergei, still with mind largely bemused by pain and eyes closed, detected the gradual unfastening of his leather anklet cuffs from the chains that had resolutely fixed them to the bondage rings at the bottom corners of the table upon which he had been spreadeagled. However, the boy's splayed legs did not immediately move in response, such was the intensity of the shock and excruciation resulting from his recent agonising experiences.
In fact, the Master was now responsible for moving Sergei's lower limbs. The man grabbed the boy's left ankle and began to raise the leg into the air and then backwards and downwards towards the 14 year-old's still-chained wrist on the same side of the table.
This action compelled Sergei to raise his right ankle similarly, which also caused his bottom, whilst his head and back still rested on the table, to become uplifted. The Master then virtually doubled up the boy, as he next chained the 14 year-old's left anklet to the same bondage ring that restrained the wrist on the same side.
The Master subsequently advanced purposefully to the other side of the furniture and chained Sergei's raised free right leg, currently flailing in the air just above his other wrist, to the bondage ring holding that arm in place. The man then pressed a button on the side of the table, whose surface began to lower to a height from which he could more comfortably climb on top.
The Master again unfastened the studs that held the leather triangle, which confined his genitals within his trousers, to free and reveal once more a re-aroused fulsome manly hairy erection. With the table now at the required convenient height, the man next climbed onto the leather surface to point his hard cock at Sergei's uplifted bottom.
The perceptive Sergei now appreciated that he had been chained in a perfect position for imminent deflowering by his obviously rampant and eager Master. The way in which his splayed limbs were fixed jointly together to the table above his head had spread his buttocks wide, with his pink virginal sphincter both clearly visible and perfectly presented for imminent violation by the man's long and broad erection.
As Sergei perceived this truism, and realised that his anal virginity was about to be forfeit in an undoubtedly painful and degradingly merciless manner, he somehow temporarily forgot the excruciation afflicting his chest at three points, as well as the underneath of his penis. The boy's momentary distraction was despite the fact that his current demeaning positioning on the table caused his own tightly ringed and currently flaccid genitals, with their silvery frenum piercing ornament, to dangle just above his face. The 14 year-old was even oblivious to the fact that his cockhead was still noticeably damp with his own ejaculate.
The relief from feeling pain, amazingly momentarily experienced by Sergei's mind, was, however, only very brief. His Master advised the Arab Sheikh that he had positioned the boy as he had done because "I like to see the faces of my slave brats whilst I deflower them!" The man then viciously thrust his large hard erection at the 14 year-old's pink virginal sphincter, which had previously appeared to be winking at him in tune with the young Muscovite's anxious anticipation of the imminent penile attack and his consequent nervous heartbeat.
The commencement of Sergei's deflowering was now confirmed by another loud scream emerging from the boy's sweet rosy lips.
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The security guard triumphantly and ecstatically shouted "Yes!" Simultaneously, Yuri felt his insides being flooded by spurt after spurt of cum gushing from the man's engorged cock, which was now motionless, whilst thrust fully inside the boy.
Yuri simultaneously experienced agony of great intensity in his groin, and some of his own semen unprecedentedly began to ooze out of the tiny pepper-pot-like holes at the end of the spiked tube encasing his own cock.
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Sergei had recently suffered a lot of pain of various kinds. The 14 year-old now experienced another variety, as his Master proceeded to deflower his new slaveboy.
The resistance of Sergei's virginal sphincter to the pressure imposed on the taut pink circular anal muscle was initially tough but was eventually excruciatingly overcome, as the Master's cock brushed past the defences to invade the tight orifice beyond. The man then rammed his penile intruder mercilessly to the hilt into the boy, who, besides acute agony, momentarily felt pubic hair brush his buttocks.
Sergei, whose sensuous blue eyes were now fully open and expelling further copious tears, next felt his Master's saliva begin to fall onto his face and his branded and pierced chest. The boy also managed to notice the wicked ocular look on the man's own hooded visage, as the adult started ruthlessly to thrust rhythmically his large cock in and out of the 14 year-old.
The Master clearly displayed cruel contentment at deflowering his latest beautiful slaveboy in a distressing and degrading manner. The man also reinforced his sadistic satisfaction by continuously calling the 14 year-old a "Slut!" whilst occasionally spitting onto the young Muscovite's tearful face during his now rhythmic but still vicious act of sodomy.
The Master additionally, whilst continuing his thrusting, once ordered Sergei to "Open your mouth, slave brat, and swallow this!" The boy reluctantly obliged and was rewarded with having to attempt to consume a significant quantity of phlegm spat accurately down his throat.
The Master eventually quietened, as he came close to climax. The man even closed his own eyes, as the pressure within him to expel his ejaculate into Sergei to impregnate the boy and complete his deflowering became acute.
This pressure finally became too great, despite the Master's attempt to prolong his pleasure. With one final thrust deep into Sergei's ravished rectum, the man's cockhead exploded.
Despite Sergei's anguish, of which his very sore rear orifice was now a major factor, the boy could feel the influx of copious sperm deep into his insides. He recognised that the experience signalled that his ecstatic Master had achieved his pleasurable aim and that the 14 year-old was now no longer an anal virgin. However, the young Muscovite's thoughts were then quickly refocused on other matters.
After again spitting onto Sergei's already phlegm-spattered face, the Master, whilst he dismounted the boy to the accompaniment of an audible pop, as air replaced cock inside the 14 year-old's ravished rectum, confirmed with great satisfaction "The brat's induction as my slave is now complete!" The man also reminded the young Muscovite about the cruel punishments that were now imminent.
The painfully pierced, branded and deflowered Sergei immediately wished that his Master had not been so considerate in re-appraising him about the experiences to come.
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"Lay still, slave slut," the security officer commanded of a rightly nervous and still naked Yuri, whom he had already ordered to lie face down across his seated knees. "I mightn't have the equipment that's in your Master's torture chamber," the man then commented, "but I assure you that this spanking, which I'm going to give you for cumming without permission, will hurt almost as much as any of his paddles, especially after I've first reddened your bum!"
Yuri had been completely shocked that his entrapped and forcibly flaccid cock had somehow expelled some semen. The boy had detected no orgasmic ecstasy in his groin as his penis had attempted fruitlessly to expand towards the end of his subjection to sodomy. He had instead only experienced great pain. However, he also now realised that this genital distress might have overwhelmed any underlying pleasurable feelings.
Yuri's bemusement was now additionally overwhelmed by a different attitude, as a palm then crashed harshly down onto his lustrous bottom, to an accompanying yelp from the anguished boy.
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Sergei's sweet rosy lips now emitted several more loud screams, and his sobbing increased in intensity. The boy's splayed legs had been chained again to bondage rings embedded at the bottom of the table. The Master, who had replaced his sated genitals within the cover provided by the leather triangle at the front of his trousers, had then returned to caning the soles of the 14 year-old's feet.
Such torment was to be the preliminary to a much more comprehensive beating of Sergei's beautiful form.
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Yuri's bottom was already nicely red and warm, as another harsh slap rained down on the crying boy's now very irritated buttocks.
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Sergei's existence became even more distressing when he was next required to use his fingers to gather up his own cum and that of his Master, which was despoiling his naked body, and then lick his digits clean. The boy considered the chore literally extremely distasteful, especially when cleansing his hurting bumcrack free of the manly semen spilling out of his anus, and his attitude worsened when he was also ordered to utilise his tongue to remove ejaculate spilt onto the table and floor. However, the 14 year-old was additionally now grateful for his earlier subjection to an enema, as the extraneous sperm that had emerged from his ravished rectum had not been polluted by even more unpleasant substances.
On subsequent transference to his new bondage location, Sergei was forced to walk several paces across the cool black stone floor. Given his extremely tender and sore soles, the few strides had been most distressing and conducted as if the 14 year-old had been advancing across red-hot coals, much to the further amusement of the watching Master and Arab Sheikh.
Sergei next found the leather cuffs on his wrists linked above him to chains dangling from the ceiling. The boy's new bondage posture necessitated him standing awkwardly and excruciatingly on his sore tiptoes in order to maintain some connection with the floor. However, this conjunction was not to be kept for much longer.
After the Master had chained Sergei's black leather ankle cuffs close together, the man advanced towards a switch on the nearby wall. He then pressed the associated button and a sudden whirring noise indicated the ignition of a hoist mechanism.
Sergei's arms then had to bear all of the boy's weight, as he was slowly lifted off the ground. The tight leather cuffs suspending him in place would subsequently over time cause sore chaffing of his wrists, seriously reddening them and causing parts to become raw and bloody.
Another press of the switch button later left Sergei dangling just above the floor, whilst now displaying his brandmark and silver piercing jewellery, along with his cockring of the same precious metal and black leather slave collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs. His cruel Master thoroughly enjoyed the sight, especially as the man appreciated that this particular slaveboy was unusually not a masochist but had bravely volunteered for service for entirely altruistic reasons.
Satisfied that Sergei was nicely positioned for his imminent flogging, the Master next returned towards his comprehensive collection of flagellation tools. These cruel implements were displayed on wall-hooks and comprised a wide array of paddles, canes, straps and whips.
The Master initially selected one of the wooden paddles. "This'll nicely redden and warm your bum," the smirking man then announced to Sergei, "before I apply a cane to your buttocks and a leather strap to the rest of your rear and then your front. I'll leave whipping your genitals for last!"
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"Stand up, slave slut," the security guard now commanded of Yuri, after the man had concluded his spanking, having appreciated that there were limits as to how far he could go in respect of chastising his employer's boys. Extremities were usually reserved for his boss.
Yuri happily complied with the security guard's command, as the order indicated the thankful end of his spanking, or so both he and the uniformed man thought. However, the pair was then disillusioned in their belief by the discovery of fresh sperm on the adult's trousers.
"You dirty slave slut," the genuinely annoyed security guard yelled at the stunned Yuri, whose painful spanking had caused him to fail to realise that his forcibly restrained cock had again somehow expelled sperm. However, the fresh evidence was visibly drooling from the end of his previously cleaned perspex penile tube, as well as staining the man's trousers.
"Lie back over my knee, slave slut," the furious security guard therefore commanded of Yuri. The man was no longer concerned that his boss might be annoyed that one of his slaveboys had developed a bottom that had suddenly become not only very sore but also red raw.
The security guard now had a reasonable excuse to inflict such damage on Yuri.
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The Master's paddle did not take long to render Sergei's bottom as sore, scarlet and hot as was Yuri's on the floor above. The sound of slap after slap reverberated around the torture chamber, along with the young victim's shrieks and sobs, as his hurting suspended body also swayed slightly in tandem with each savage blow.
Sergei's shrieks and sobs then intensified in volume when the Master exchanged his paddle for another cane.
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Yuri could not help but raise his ankles in response to every hard slap striking his almost red-raw bottom. However, the boy's feet subsequently quickly retreated to their former position before they further annoyed the security guard, whose angered manual beating of the 14 year-old's buttocks was continuing remorselessly.
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After watching from behind the Master cane with slow deliberation and hard accuracy Sergei's scarlet buttocks a couple of times, with each blow causing the suspended boy again to sway slightly, the Arab Sheikh advanced to stand in front of the crying and lachrymose 14 year-old. "May I?" the guest then asked of his Russian host, as the Arab Sheikh began to disrobe.
"Of course," the Master answered, clearly aware of the Arab's intent. The Sheikh subsequently proceeded to strip completely naked, revealing his rather fat and very hairy ugly body in the process.
Another couple of carefully well-aimed and hard blows from the Master's cane then struck Sergei's bottom, in tandem with further agonised yelps and increased tearfulness, before the finally naked Arab advanced to stand immediately in front of the agonised boy. The Sheikh subsequently grasped the 14 year-old's flaccid uncircumcised cock and placed his own now fully erect cut version in the same hand.
Whilst simultaneously holding Sergei's soft cock and his own hard penis in the same hand, the Arab then began to masturbate himself. As the Sheikh did so, he heard the sound of further blows from the Master's cane striking the shrieking and sobbing boy's rear.
The Arab's body then visibly vibrated, as copious cum quickly gushed out of his own cockhead to splash all over Sergei's groin. When the satisfied Sheikh subsequently eventually let go of the boy's own penis and stepped back, to the accompaniment of more sounds indicating a cane hitting vulnerable young flesh, he saw that the 14 year-old's genitals were covered with his adult sperm. Some of the ejaculate had also begun to drip onto the ground below.
"Don't worry about the spermatic mess," the Master commented to the Arab, as his guest began to redress, "because the slave brat can clean it all up and swallow it later!" "That's very kind of him," the Sheikh remarked sarcastically in response, whilst cane again struck young buttocks.
Meanwhile, from his perspective at Sergei's rear, the Master could see that he had now inflicted twelve hits of his cane on the boy's bottom. The evidence was provided by the dozen carefully separated horizontal stripes decorating the 14 year-old's already scarlet buttocks, the lines being of a deeper red than the rest of the recently sodomised and paddled posterior curvature.
"Come and see the horizontal pattern that I've created on the slave brat's bum," the Master subsequently suggested to the Arab, who had almost redressed. "I'd like you to observe what now happens," he added, "when I inflict a couple of diagonal blows. You'll usually find that the boy's reaction will be more intense than before because the pain induced where hits intersect will be more acute, and might also sprout a few droplets of blood!"
After the Arab had redressed, the Master proved his point.
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Yuri was prodded into his cell by a harsh slap to his virtually red-raw and intensely hurting bottom. The security guard, who had bundled the boy back into his tiny prison, subsequently ordered the 14 year-old to "Clean yourself, you dirty slave slut, in readiness to receive the doctor. I'll send him to commence repairs on that bum of yours. I'll also advise your Master later of what I've done and why. Knowing his tastes, he might want to fuck you in your present condition, appreciating that every time he thrusts forward and slams his body against your buttocks, he'll be inflicting extra anguish to your rear!"
Yuri sadly came to the same conclusion about his Master's likely later intent, after the man had been appraised of the severe spanking perpetrated on his miscreant slaveboy, who could still not work out how his forcibly flaccid encased cock could ejaculate.
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The Master now held a leather strap in his hand, whose diameter was about 6 centimetres, or 2½ inches. "I'm going to beat the slave brat's back," he enthusiastically announced to his Arab guest, "and the rear of his legs. I'll subsequently similarly flagellate his sides before progressing to flog his chest, belly and the front of his lower limbs. I'll avoid his genitals in order to preserve them for their later whipping, which will be inflicted using a special implement. I'll then entertain his sexual organs, alongside his nipples, with severe electric shocks!"
Another loud scream subsequently resonated around the torture chamber when the first of six hard blows from the Master's strap struck Sergei's back, whilst a droplet of blood fell onto the ground from a point on the boy's damaged bottom where two vivid lines, created previously by the cane, intercepted.
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The recently showered Yuri was grateful for the doctor's careful subtlety, whilst the physician gently applied healing lotion to the devastated curves of the boy's bruised buttocks, where previous vivid redness was mellowing to various shades of brown. However, he was much less happy when the man later enforced another enema on him.
"Your Master's bound to want to fuck you whilst your bottom's so sore and raw," the doctor sagely advised Yuri, "and so he'll want your rectum cleared of his security guard's cum!"
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"You have to be careful when you beat a young slave brat's front," the Master advised his Arab guest, "as the various parts are more susceptible to serious injury. For example, ribs could be broken or internal organs dangerously damaged. I therefore strongly recommend that you only use pliable implements, such as straps and whips, reserving paddles and canes mainly for more protected bottoms unless you can guarantee accuracy of hits against non-vulnerable areas!"
The Master then proceeded to land the first harsh blow of his strap across Sergei's recently pierced, bejewelled and branded chest, carefully avoiding the areas that were still very painful because of such ornamentation, at least for now.
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The doctor had just left Yuri locked alone in his cell. The boy was lying on his bed on his front, as his bottom was too sore to rest on.
The tearful Yuri wondered how long he would have to recuperate from his severe spanking before his Master came to sodomise him.
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When the Master's strap did eventually land horizontally and harshly across the part of Sergei's chest that boasted his new piercings and brandmark, the boy's agony was so immense that he fainted for the second time on this awful day. However, as previously, his merciful lapse into unconsciousness did not last for long, as he was subsequently again woken by a further hosing with chilly water.
The Master then applied the attention of his strap to Sergei's belly before moving downwards to the front of the boy's dangling legs, carefully avoiding the 14 year-old's genitalia. The customary sounds of leather harshly striking young flesh to the accompaniment of shrieks and sobbing therefore resumed for a while until the man finally surrendered his implement for another.
The master's new tool was an unusual whip. The black leather implement had a normal-sized handle but the attached thong was very short.
"This is one of my genital whips," the Master advised the Arab Sheikh. "I know that it doesn't look very impressive," the man added by way of explanation, "but it's designed to sting rather than thrash. I want the slave brat's sexual organs to be in a condition in which they'll appreciate every aspect of their subsequent electric shock treatment. If I used anything heavier, they might not be so susceptible to further torment!"
The Master subsequently separated Sergei's dangling feet, which had previously been chained together, and fixed their ankle cuffs to bondage rings resolutely embedded wide apart in the floor below, thereby splaying the boy's legs and nicely presenting his genitalia for imminent chastisement. The man then demonstrated the stinging nature of the whip's short leather thong by accurately and powerfully raining it against the 14 year-old's vulnerable flaccid cock, which was already adorned on the underside by two cane marks and the frenum barbell.
A further shriek from Sergei's rosy lips illustrated the painfully stinging effectiveness of the strike, which was followed by several more onto the penile shaft before the Master turned his sadistic attention to the boy's pleasantly dangling scrotum. Amazingly, the boy's pained cock, which had already ejaculated twice on this day, then again began to grow and rise in response to the whipping of his balls.
"I thought that this slave brat was not supposed to be a masochist," the Arab Sheikh commented to his host, in response to seeing Sergei becoming erect once more. "The psychological experts insist he isn't," the Master replied, "but apparently there's something in the psyche of all human males that often causes arousal in reaction to pain. Such phenomena are well documented, for example during public floggings and even executions, such as crucifixions and hangings."
Meanwhile, Sergei's shrieks had lessened in volume to nothing more than anguished moans, whilst his master continued to whip the boy's now rampant genitalia. These sexual organs were beginning to display very narrow red stripes in addition to the broader marks created earlier by the man's cane.
"I'm sure that if I continued," the Master remarked to the Arab Sheikh, whilst now launching a vicious strike of his little whip against the upper surface of Sergei's erection, "the slave brat would soon cum again. Would you like me to prove my conjecture?"
In reaction to a keen affirmative reply from the Arab Sheikh, the Master struck Sergei's balls from underneath and the boy's hard horizontal cock from above several more times, with expert slow deliberation to maximise his young victim's agony. The man was rewarded when a further hit against the 14 year-old's smooth scrotum triggered another orgasm.
Sergei had again closed his sensuous and currently very tearful blue eyes and so did not observe his cum spurting from his cockhead in one long white stream, which vigorously shot about 30 centimetres forwards before arching downwards to the floor. Despite the various agonies experienced by his body, the boy was also momentarily incongruously experiencing ecstasy of an unparalleled nature.
"Amazing!" the Arab Sheikh commented in response to viewing Sergei's third consecutive ejaculation in response to pain. He then asked of the Master "How do you propose to reward the slave slut for this latest unauthorised ejaculation?"
"I don't know yet," the Master answered, whilst ceasing his whipping of Sergei's genitals, "as I'll have to see the state he's in after I've now acquainted him with electric shock tortures and after he's again licked up his mess. However, I'll probably introduce him to the rack, crucifix or impaling pole. Alternatively, I could pierce his balls with needles, which is a particularly painful punishment that he'll never forget!" This alarming reply encouraged the shocked post-orgasmic boy to open his eyes.
Sergei was just in time to observe his master wheeling another trolley towards him. The boy's own private wonderment at the nature of the devices displayed on top was then answered by his Master in response to a question from the Arab Sheikh.
In respect of a small control panel, which was linked to a number of sinister implements made of stainless steel and also to an electric wall socket, the Master advised "This controls the flow of electricity. I can either direct it in terms of where and in what quantity to strike with shocks, or I can alternatively opt for randomness."
Having wheeled the trolley to the still dangling Sergei's side, the Master then described the purpose of the disturbing different devices attached by long thin wires to the control panel. He simultaneously individually held up the various implements to show the Arab Sheikh.
The Master exhibited to his guest severe serrated nipple clamps, similar but larger devices for clamping testicles, a catheter and a bulbous butt-plug, all of clean shiny stainless steel, plus leads that would attach to Sergei's silver cockring.
(To be continued in part четверка – 'пытать' [four – 'Torture'])