Plzeň Towers: Pt. 01

Plzeň Towers

Based on imagined events in the Czech Republic, all characters are 18 and over

After a most dramatic evening, during which you have been cruising for casual sex in the city park, then saved from an attack by a gang of youths, you have ended up at The Towers, the residence of a mysterious stranger whose three servants rescued you and brought you back to the room in which you now find yourself.

It is a gloomy, candle-lit study. One of the walls is lined with wood panelling. The other three walls are filled with books.

At the moment, you are standing before the stranger, who is seated at his desk. The three servants are standing behind you in the shadows.

All you know is that the man behind the desk, facing you and pointing to the door, is addressed as Master Jack by the other three.

Master Jack is pointing to the door, which is your escape route, to indicate that you are free to leave right now, if you so wish.

He then points to the three servants behind you, who are your fate, if you turn and step towards them.

He also tells you that if you decide to go home, you must never again walk in Borský Park after dusk.

So now you have to choose.

'Why do you hesitate?' asks Jack. He stares intensely at you. 'Your dick knows what it wants, doesn't it?'

'Sir, I am worried about signing up for permanent things, for this to be forever,' you tell him.

Jack laughs.

'Forever and a day, lad!' he growls.

'What will happen to me if I stay?'

'Anything I like,' snarls Jack. 'What did you expect? Pension rights?'

He laughs again and the three shadowy figures join in.

You say, quietly, 'I am not sure, sir.'

'Throw him out, sir!' says the tallest of the shadows.

'No, sir,' says the shortest, 'Let me have him, sir.'

The middle one remains quiet.

'It is nearly nine o'clock. You have two minutes left to decide.'

You begin to panic.

'One minute now.'

Still no answer.

'May I suggest something, sir?' asks the third shadow.

'Go ahead, Luca.'

'Let's keep him safe overnight, sir. '

Master Jack rises from his chair and walks over to you.

He looks you up and down.

He pulls hard on his cigarette and exhales.

The smoke surrounds the space between you.

You cough.

Jack looks at you, at the other three men and back again at you.

'If only he followed his cock, he'd be fine, but his stupid head keeps interfering,' he says to the other men.

Suddenly, he steps forward and places a firm grip on your genitals.

'He's as hard as a rock, boys!' he announces joyfully.

Then, he turns to leave the room.

'Take him upstairs,' he orders. 'Room number 3.'

And then Jack is gone, the door is closed and you are alone with the three men.

'Now you'll find out what you've let yourself in for,' snarls the smaller man.

And with that they take hold of you and drag you from the room.

You realise that it is useless to resist or put up much of a struggle.

'What are you taking me to?' you ask, your voice quavering.

'Wait and see!' shouts the tallest man.

You go quiet.

'Good boy,' says the third man.

He strokes your hair affectionately.

'On the way upstairs,' he says, 'decide which one of us you want to fuck you.'

'You, please,' you tell him, half out of desperation, half out of hope.

The smaller man snorts, amused.

'No, wait!' you protest.

The smaller man laughs even louder and the other two join in.

'I am not sure now.'

'You've made your choice, lad! Too late now.'

You are pushed through the open door of the room. The third man, the friendliest, stays with you as the other two shut and lock the door.

There is a grille in the door which allows a person to speak and view the room. It is a comfortable enough space, but a cell nevertheless.

'Enjoy yourselves!' says the tall man on leaving.

'And well done, Tomáš!' adds the smaller man. 'You picked the one with the biggest and thickest cock!'

The man who is with you, your height and build, takes your hand.

You cry out, 'I can't take it.'

'Too bad,' he says. 'You're mine for tonight.'

He is dark and attractive; his teeth gleam in the half light cast by the lanterns on the wall.

'I shall do my best not to hurt you,' he explains, 'but I have six weeks of cum stored up in these balls.'

He removes his shirt, leaving on a white vest. His arms are covered in tattoos. They are extremely muscular.

'Six weeks?'

'Yes, by Master's orders.'

'Master saved you for this?'

'He saves all of us for nights like this.'

'But what about the others?'

'Don't worry about them. They're going to fuck each other senseless tonight.'

'Now shut up and come here.'

***

When you wake the next morning, the other man has gone. You are sore from where he penetrated you. Though he was gentle and kind, only going halfway in, it was still painful and you will feel the ache of it for a few more days, even affecting the way you walk.

The door to your cell is wide open and there is a letter lying on the small table next to your bed.

Slowly and carefully, you ease yourself off the mattress and use the toilet and basin which are set back in a corner of the room. It hurts to stand and to walk, but you feel different, changed, and strangely glad of the pain as a reminder of what happened to you last night.

It was, after all, a form of love-making. Yet you don't know if you will see him again.

He told you many things about what to expect if you decide to remain there.

First, you will be a slave, an object of desire, of free use to any of the men who live there and even available to any strangers who may happen to visit. The duration of this period of slavery will depend only on you and on how well you submit to it. It may be a month, a year or even ten years.

After that, you will rise to the rank of servant, just as the three shadows rose.

'I was in slavery for six months,' admitted the other man, as he held your shaking body close to him.

You asked him about this period and were surprised to learn that he was allowed to go out into the world to earn a living. He even had his own place where he lived outside the castle. But he was very much a slave, and could be called into service at any time.

The three men who dragged you upstairs last night were all former rent boys, whom Master Jack had found working in Prague.

Eventually, if they stayed the course, they would become associates, which would make them beneficiaries of Jack's will. As yet, however, he was not aware of any associates, of anyone higher than a servant. However, there were other slaves at work for Jack, about half a dozen, he reckoned.

Having used the toilet, washed and dressed, you sit down upon the bed and pick up the letter. It is written in red ink:

"Come back to me this evening with your final decision. You shall have no more chances to delay. If you choose not to come, that will be it finished. The fact that you appear before me will be confirmation that you submit, whatever the consequences. I hope you understand these instructions. Master Jack."

For a few moments you curl up on the bed and think back to last night. You can still taste his smoky kisses on your lips (all servants are expected to smoke) and can feel his tongue exploring your most intimate place, wetting and softening you, getting you ready.

You groan at the memory of it, forgetting the pain and re-living only the exquisite pleasure of it all.

First of all, he eased his forefinger in, then another and then one more finger, stretching you carefully, little by little, as he bit into your neck and stroked your nipples with his free hand. You were lying side by side on the rough bed, covered with a thin blanket.

He had made you undress him and he had then removed all your clothes until you were both naked.

His dick was long, thick and curved upwards, almost like a special kind of knife, a scimitar, fashioned to cut into flesh.

He pulled back his long foreskin and made you touch it. Then he had pushed your head down on to it, forcing it into your mouth until you gagged. You knew you couldn't take it in your anus. Your heart raced in terror.

After a while, you fall asleep again, curled up on the mattress. It is now nine o'clock in the morning, exactly twelve hours later from your last encounter with Jack.

He stands in the doorway and knocks loudly with his stick against the thick wooden door.

'Get out!' he commands. 'You have work to go to.'

You come to with a start, scared, disoriented, brought out of a dream.

'Get up!' he bellows.

You rise from the bed and stand there, head bowed, unsure of what to say or do.

'Get out and go to work!' he repeats. Your head puts the pieces together. You immediately start to plan what to say to your work colleagues, explaining your late arrival.

You mutter a hasty, 'Yes, sir,' and walk out of the cell, find the stairway and make your way out into the city, not knowing where you are or how easy it will be to find transport.

But a car is there, waiting for you. The driver beeps his horn to summon you over. He knows who you are and where you need to go.

'Maybe see you later then,' says the driver as he drops you off at your workplace.

You suspect he is the taller man from last night.

'Thank you,' you reply.

And now the day lies ahead of you with its huge verdict waiting - whether to return or not to Jack's place - and the anxious jury of thoughts and emotions all jumbled up in your head.

***

'Well, Tomáš, I was expecting you,' says Master Jack, looking you directly in the eye. 'You belong to me now, do you understand? Whatever else you may think or feel tonight, there is no going back. The doors are locked. My servants are present. We have plans for you.'

The same three shadows are there in the background. It had been the taller of the three who had opened the door to admit you. He was smirking as you stepped through the door and followed you as you walked across the hallway into the Master's study.

'But before we begin,' continued Master Jack, 'I would like to give the opportunity to ask three questions. Anything at all. Nothing is off limits.'

Thinking carefully, you ask, 'I wonder if there is a cellar, a room where you take your slaves, sir, and what is done to them there.'

The Master is sitting behind a desk, his elbows on the dark polished wood, his hands clasped together, his chin resting on top.

He growls, dissatisfied with you.

'Is this your excuse for a question?' asks Jack, narrowing his eyes but maintaining intense eye contact.

'Yes, sir,' you mutter meekly. 'Sorry, sir.'

'It is really two questions, isn't it?'

You nod your head.

'There is a cellar - that answers the first part of your question. What is done to them there is my business and depends very much on what kind of mood I am in at the time of their incarceration. It is a place of punishment, you see, for those slaves who break rules, who are insolent, or who get on my nerves. That is the answer to the second part of your question.'

Having unwittingly given away a question, you don't argue, but shuffle your feet a little, your body betraying itself.

The man with whom you spent last night in bed coughs quietly and nervously.

'Of course it is two questions,' asserts Jack, banging both fists down on the table, reading your mind. 'You have one question left.'

'What will happen to me if I run away from here, sir?'

'We shall find you and bring you back and put you straight in the cellar where you will be tortured.'

Master Jack doesn't hesitate in giving this reply. You imagine the full horrors of every possibility: whips, chains, truncheons, knives, pliers - the whole armoury of a torturer's toolbox.

'That's right, Luca, isn't it?'

Your friend from last night steps forward and confirms what the Master has just said.

'Yes, sir,' says Luca, 'He will be found and tortured.'

You now know that you were right about Luca and about him having been in the cellar for some infraction.

'Tell him your punishment, Luca,' commands the Master.

'I was used as...' - at this point Luca's voice starts to break and he struggles to continue.

'Tell him!' shouts Jack. 'Now!'

Luca shakes his head, not to deny the Master but merely to clear his thoughts.

'I was used as a toilet by the others!' He utters these words in a rush, to get rid of them as quickly as possible.

Master Jack smiles and looks at you, watching your reaction.

'As a human urinal,' explains Master Jack, still watching you.

'Is this turning you on?' he asks you.

'Hold him, boys,' orders Jack suddenly, unexpectedly.

Two of the three men come from behind and hold you tightly by the arms.

You don't resist.

Jack beckons to the third man, who steps forward with a large pair of scissors in his hands.

Now you resist and start to wriggle.

'What's happening, sir?'

'Enough questions!' explodes Jack. 'You've had your three chances.'

It is your friend from last night with the scissors.

He cuts up through your T-shirt. The other two tear it from your body.

Then he unzips your trousers, pulls them down around your legs and cuts through your underpants.

Your excitement is obvious to the whole room.

'We know all about you, Tomáš, never forget that,' warns Jack. 'We all have the same dirty mind as you. We know all the corners you try to hide in.'

Then Jack relaxes. He sits back in his seat. He smiles at you.

'Would you like half an hour in the cellar tonight, boy?' he asks. 'As a special treat?'

'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.'

You smile too now but it is a shy smile.

'Fetch the beer then, lads,' orders Jack.

And the two who were holding you stand back and retire to another room, obviously to fetch refreshment.

'After a couple of pints, their bladders will be nice and full.'

He inspects your body from across his desk.

'Why is your dick quivering like an arrow in flight?' he demands to know.

'I need this, sir,' you confess to him.

'You need to receive it and we need to give it to you.'

'Yes, sir.'

'Though I may not join in myself tonight, just watch.'

'You will watch, sir?'

'Yes,' Jack says, smiling. 'I shall watch you crouching in the cage while the others rain piss down upon you.'

He watches you again, his eyes running up and down your body.

'Yes, a cage large enough to hold a wolf hound.'

The other men laugh now.

Your hairy body has attracted all their attention.

All three of them are much smoother than you, you guess, though Luca has slightly hairy legs and some light chest hair.

'I suppose,' says Jack, 'that you are wondering about these three beauties.'

He takes a swig of beer.

'Show him, boys,' he says, raising his glass.

They come closer to you and lower their pants.

Luca's thick warm cock springs out first, pointing proudly upwards, like a crescent moon.

Then the cock of the taller man comes out, clean and cut, shorter, trimmer, perky.

And finally the smaller of the three men reveals his secret, which is of a totally smooth, shaven area, out of which sticks a sweet, luscious shiny boner. He is also circumcised.

'Go on,' says Jack, enjoying himself. He motions for you to play with them.

You kneel down and wait before Luca, who slowly moves towards you and rests the tip of his penis on your nose.

He smells delicious. Sweat. Stale piss. Cologne. All mixed together.

The taller man pushes Luca out of the way and introduces his piece to your mouth. You lick it tentatively. It is wet with precum.

He moans softly as you suck at him. He rubs his fingers through your hair. The sensation of the fingers upon your scalp sends you wild. You groan uncontrollably.

Then it is the turn of the smaller man, whose penis is throbbing and leaking.

The other two stand at his side as you taste this third succulent offering.

All the time, they are drinking beer from large tankards, placing them on the desk to free their hands as they explore the hairs all over your body.

Hands on your back, down your spine, across your belly, over your chest and against your nipples.

You are sure you might ejaculate at any moment.

'That's enough!' says Jack.

'Finish your beers and take him downstairs.'

'Yes, sir,' comes the response from all three in unison.

They replace their equipment back where it belongs and finish the last dregs from their tankards.

As you move to go downstairs, it is more like you are leading them than the other way around.

Jack smiles fondly, proudly, and waits for a few minutes alone to take one last cigarette before joining you all in the cellar.

***

By the time you get to the bottom step of the cellar stairs, your bravado has all but vanished. It is a damp, dark, slightly chilly enclosure, not much bigger than the room you were in earlier. Permeating the air is the unmistakable smell of a public toilet, with some other unpleasant odours mixed in, which you can't identify. You start to shiver, dressed only in your socks.

All around the walls, at regular intervals, are iron rings with metal chains and leather straps hanging from them. The centre of the room is given over to the dog cage, about two metres long, a metre wide, and one metre high. A man could lie down in it but would not be able to stand. There is soft rubber matting on the floor of the cage. A dog bowl filled with water sits in one corner.

It is only now that you realise all three men are identically dressed, though every single garment is black, from their shoes and socks to their shirts, waistcoats and jackets, and even the black cravat each one has wrapped around his neck. Luca is closest to you and the scent of his distinctive cologne gives you a strange feeling.

It brings to mind his gentleness with you the night before. Your stomach turns over with a combination of loneliness, longing, and a trembling anticipation of what awaits you in the cage.

You have changed your mind about being here now but realise it is too late to do anything about it.

Then, suddenly, shockingly, the rattle of chains in the far corner of the room alerts you to the presence of a figure. A young man, perhaps in his early twenties, is bound and gagged, shackled, his body restrained by various straps that keep him in place against the wall. He shakes his body and attempts to call out, but his voice is muffled and his movements are restricted by his bonds. You feel a sharp pang of terror. Yet, simultaneously, your cock stiffens to a painful degree.

It is such a strong sexual impulse that you fear you may involuntarily ejaculate there and then.

'Piss into this,' orders Luca, handing you a white porcelain jug.

'I can't!' you tell him, trying to conceal your erection with your hands.

But the others are overhearing this brief exchange and intervene.

'Do you want to end up like him?' asks the smaller man, pointing to the chained man. 'He refused an order. That's why he's down here.'

'Sami is right,' says the taller man. 'You can piss into the jug, crawl into the cage and have your fun...' - Sami laughs at this - '... or else we can find you a nice empty spot over there, against the wall.'

Trembling, with shaking hands, you attempt to piss. Luca guides you to a corner for some semblance of privacy. Your cock has softened just a little. It will be easier now. He puts his hand on your shoulder, reassuringly.

You are tremendously aware that if it were not for Luca, you would not be here at all. He has been the strongest magnet that has drawn you back to this place. But his affection for you scares you too.

'Are you leaving your socks on?' he asks, incongruously.

As you shake the last dribbles of urine into the jug you also nod your head.

'Yes, please, Luca.'

'OK,' he says, as he takes the jug off you. 'Get inside and sit cross-legged.'

You crawl into the cage, which Luca then secures with a padlock.

Meanwhile, the other two men have gone over to check on their other prisoner, the lad against the wall. He is still struggling and moaning loudly. You hear them both spit on his naked body as his pathetic efforts to free himself increase.

'I am your safe word,' whispers Luca, his breath warming your ear.

'My safe word? What do you...' But it is too late. The others have finished taunting their victim.

Luca steps back away from you, still holding the white jug. He hands it to the tall man.

'Drink, Tobias,' says Luca.

And Tobias takes a swig from the jug.

'To Tomáš!' proclaims Tobias with a flourish, holding the jug aloft before passing it back to Luca.

Luca then gives the jug of piss to Sami, who makes the same toast.

'To our new slave, Tomáš,' he cheers.

When it is Luca's turn, he takes his swig from the jug and spits it out towards you, through the thin bars of the cage.

'Too rich!' he complains, 'Far too rich! Our plaything's piss needs diluting!'

You make a reflex action as the piss from Luca's mouth hits you in the face.

But before you can do anything else, the remaining contents of the jug rain down on your head, splattering out onto the mat beneath you. It is lukewarm, not too unpleasant. You are getting hard again, puzzled and frightened by Luca's apparent disdain for you, by his sudden change of mood. You hope that he is merely acting, playing his tough-man role for the sake of the others.

'He's hard again,' notes Sami, spotting the way your dick has reacted to your humiliating treatment.

'Good!' adds Tobias, 'He's getting me hard too!'

He unzips his trousers to once again reveal his beautifully shaped cock, moist and delicious. He begins to rub it vigorously, encouraging the others.

'Let's give him an appetiser, lads, before the main course, eh?'

Sami and Luca both laugh and unzip their tight black trousers.

Their cocks are hard.

Luca pulls back his foreskin to provide a more stimulating sensation.

Each man stands on one side of the cage, only inches away from where your cold naked body is sitting, hunched and expectant. You want to touch yourself, join in with their climaxes, but are afraid to expose yourself to any further ridicule.

Tobias comes first, his first wad of hot spunk flying out of him, plastering your back and neck, followed by three of four more spurts.

This sets off Sami, who is at your side, the furthest away from you due to the shape of the cage. Nevertheless, his powerful jets hit you on the arm and chest.

'Look at me, boy!' orders Luca, standing right in front of you.

'Open your mouth!'

You know what is coming. You want it. You don't want it. You are scared. You are in heaven. You are lost to him.

As you open your mouth wide, instead of receiving his spunk you feel the warm drizzle of his piss splashing on to your face. His cock is stiff and the jet of piss is thin but effective.

'Fuck yes!' says Sami, in praise of Luca's aim.

'Bon appetit!' adds Tobias. 'Enjoy, monsieur!'

His stream broken, Luca steps closer. A second spurt of piss hits you on the chest and rises slowly upwards. You lean in, all the time keeping your eyes fixed on his, and open your mouth. You want to receive and drink all of this divine nectar. Your head is spinning in ecstasy.

The mix of semen and piss dribbles down your body. Your own cock is near to exploding by now. You know that simply to touch it with your hand will be enough to finish you off.

Your body is shaking with pure adrenaline, tremors of excitement coursing through your limbs and muscles, your head delirious. It is a wonder that you don't pass out.

Then you feel the first warm spouts of Tobias's piss hit you on the shoulder blades. The flow of it falls to run down your back and then it rises to wash into your hair. A second stream hits you from the side.

Luca is not quite ready for the coup de grace. He is gazing at you thoughtfully.

'Look at me!' he orders again. You gaze up at him. He stares down at you, lovingly, fiercely, it is impossible to say exactly what is passing through his mind.

He groans loudly and then yells out into the air.

'Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' he grunts.

His thick white seed hits you on the face but most of it enters your mouth.

As the white warm liquid fills your mouth and trickles down your throat, your cock spurts forth its own unbidden load. You cannot help yourself. Four, five, six violent spurts come out, splashing on to your legs, joining the rest of the mixture around you.

For the first time, you remember that the Master is also there, watching you, as his loud contented laughter fills the undergrown chamber.

You shrink to make yourself as small as possible, wanting to disappear, wanting to die.

'Now fill the jug yourself!' orders Luca.

He has opened the cage door and has passed the white jug in to you.

You shake your head, knowing that you have no more to give, and, unable to stand, find it impossible to achieve a position where you can urinate in comfort.

'Fill it!' he orders, sharply.

So you try to obey by kneeling and leaning into it. A weak trickle of piss passes from your body into the jug.

'Now drink!' says Luca, his tone softer, exultant.

The hot piss is bitter and concentrated. They are right about it being rich.

'Dehydrated!' exclaims Luca. 'We'll need to supervise your diet carefully from now on.'

As bitter and as putrid as it is, you swallow the stuff proudly. You have passed the first test. You feel different, altered at some deep radical level of your being.

Luca throws you a key.

The other two men depart, making their way back upstairs. But before he leaves, Luca gives you one last instruction.

'The key is for that chap in the corner. You can untie him now and set him free,' he explains. 'You've both done your duty tonight. The Master will be pleased.'

'I am very pleased!' says the voice of the Master, booming out from somewhere hidden.

It is impossible to say from where the voice comes as you cannot see his figure anywhere in the room.

***

An hour later, we find you and the young man, whom you have released from his shackles, standing in the Master's study. It is now nine o'clock at night. The air outside is cold and a slight draught comes into the stuffy room from a half-opened window.

The Master extinguishes his cigarette. He looks from one to the other several times.

'Elia,' he says, after what feels like an eternity, 'I want you in my bedchamber tonight, boy.'

The boy, whose name you have just learnt, bows his head respectfully. Like yourself, he is now dressed all in brown to denote his status as slave.

(Later, Luca will explain it to you. 'It is the colour of shit,' he'll say. 'That is what you must think of yourself too, if you want to get through this.)

'Are you a virgin, Elia?' asks the Master.

Remaining perfectly still, without the slightest movement of his head, which has stayed lowered all the while Master is speaking, he murmurs, 'No, sir.'

'And you, boy,' he asks, directing his attention to you, 'Are you a virgin?'

You also lower your head, following Elia's example, hoping that you are doing the right thing.

'Well!?' barks the Master.

'I don't know, sir,' you cry out, on the verge of tears, unsure of your own history.

'Have you ever been fucked by a man?' The Master asks the question slowly, emphasising every word.

'Just once, sir,' you answer.

'By whom, boy?'

'By Luca, sir. Last night, sir '

The Master chuckles.

'That doesn't count,' he says. 'He only got halfway in!'

He laughs loudly.

'Explain it to him, Elia,' he says.

'Nothing that happens within these walls has any significance,' he answers. 'It is only outside stuff that counts.'

'Good boy. Correct,' confirms the Master.

You remain with your head down, confused, tempted to challenge, then backing off.

'Yes, sir,' you say, 'Then I am a virgin, sir.'

Earlier, as you unfastened the straps and unlocked the chains that held Elia prisoner, you got hard again, down in the dark cellar, realising the power you had over him.

On his release, he too was rock hard, realising exactly the same thing. He had fallen to the ground and kissed your feet. Your cock had swelled to its full length.

'Now, Tomáš, you are to return home. You have work tomorrow and on Friday. You may come back tomorrow evening, if you wish. The whole weekend you spend here. Do you understand?'

'Yes, sir.'

You are curious about the terms of your slavery, how it is possible to get away to go to your job, but you decide to wait until you are alone with either Elia or Luca.

'Unfortunately, your own clothes are spoiled or soiled from the events of this evening. Just for tonight you may return home wearing your slave uniform. But when you come back, dress in your civilian clothes and change on arrival here. Do you understand?'

Once again you reply positively.

Once again, a dozen questions run through your mind.

***

Your Thursday and Friday at work are spent in a state of agitation and turmoil. You feel the eyes of your colleagues upon you all through both days, even though the staff there are busily engaged with their own tasks. You feel sure that they all know exactly what has been going on, to what depths you have sunk, and what degradations you have endured.

You hesitate so long on Thursday evening that by the time you arrive at The Towers, the doors are bolted and in darkness. You knock as loudly as you can against the wood with your fists and knuckles but no-one comes to open the door. Dejected, you trudge home in the rain, with a half mile walk to the nearest tram stop. You arrive home just after midnight.

On Friday evening, you resolve to get there while it is still light, not sure what the rules are for arriving after dark, which means that you have to make an excuse to leave work early, as it starts to get dark now before five o'clock. You feign an emergency appointment for your throat, which you say has been causing you great pain, and leave work at three o'clock. You order a taxi and arrive outside the house just before four o'clock. It is raining and the skies are dark. You are fearful of once more being denied admittance.

But the large outer wooden doors are wide open, and the open porchway offers hope. You stand inside for a second or two to gain your breath. You are dressed in your work clothes with your slave clothes in a black carrier bag. With a shaky hand, you press a large porcelain circle inside a larger golden circle. In the distance, a bell rings.

'Tomáš,' says Tobias, recognising you and granting you access.

You bow your head and politely say, 'Good evening, sir.'

'Follow me, please,' he says, indicating that it is necessary first to remove your boots, which get placed in a large metal shoe rack. There are about a dozen pairs of shoes and boots already lined up neatly.

Tobias waits as you deal with your boots. Then you follow him, not to the study but upstairs and then up more stairs, spiral in nature, which lead to a large attic room.

'Please sit and wait,' commands Tobias, before retiring and leaving you alone.

You look around in vain for any form of chair or seating. The entire space is bare. The floorboards are clean and polished. The walls, naked of all ornamentation, are painted in a muted cream colour. There are three dormer windows on each side. From one side, the lights of the city glow as a friendly reminder of civilisation. On the other side, it is pitch black, as the house is on the very edge of the wild countryside.

Not knowing what to do, you quickly change from your civilian clothes into those of your servitude, stuffing your T-shirt, shirt and trousers into the empty bag. There is no slave underwear offered to you as slaves are not permitted to wear such things. You must get used to the feel of the rough cloth against your skin. Also, your feet must remain bare at all times.

You sit down in the center of the room with the bag of clothes beside you.

'Ah, slave number seven!' says a voice behind you, as the Master enters the room.

He turns and beckons to a figure behind him.

'Enter, boy,' he says, and Elia comes in to join him.

'Take his clothes downstairs and then return,' orders the Master to Elia.

The lad runs over to where you are sitting, picks up the bag and runs out again. His bare feet slap against the floor's shiny surface.

'You must forget your name and everything else that you think you know about yourself,' explains the Master, standing at some distance away from.

'Yes, sir,' you respond, but the Master is quick to intervene.

'You don't ever speak unless you are told to!' he says forcefully. 'It is your place to listen and to obey, nothing else.'

By instinct, you lower your head and avert your gaze.

'That's better,' says the Master. 'I can tell you are a quick learner.'

He steps forward a few paces.

'Stand up, slave seven,' he tells you.

You stand and remain there with your head bowed. The Master comes closer and begins to sniff the air.

'You stink of the city,' he remarks. 'Did you wash before you came here?'

You don't know whether to shake your head or make a comment.

'I asked you a question!' he barks.

'No, sir,' you reply, starting to tremble.

'I thought not,' he says.

At this point, Elia re-enters the room.

'Boy, take this specimen to the showers and get him clean for me,' he says, making to depart.

As he passes the young lad, he pauses to look at him. Elia has his head lowered in the presence of his Master, as all the slaves are taught to do. The Master places his hand under his chin and raises his face. He bends down and kisses the boy on the lips. Then he leaves the room.

***

The shower room surprises you by its modernity. There are three shower cubicles, separate toilets, wash basins and hand driers. The whole place is spotlessly clean.

Elia hands you a towel as you step out of the shower. He is watching you carefully.

'Are we allowed to talk?' you ask him in a whisper.

'Yes,' he replies, 'But make it quick as the Master is waiting.'

Although there are many questions floating about, you opt to tell him about your aborted attempt to visit on the previous night.

'The doors get closed at nine o'clock,' he explains, 'Unless we are expecting a special guest.'

Your face gives you away and allows him to continue.

'Quite a few famous men come here,' he reveals, glancing around to make sure he is not being overheard.

'Last week, for example, I had to milk a cabinet minister.'

My mouth is wide open.

'That is why I was put in the cellar for three days,' he says, 'Because I made a mess of it.'

'In what way?' you ask, by now half dressed.

Elia explains that he was meant to use only his oiled hands to assist the gentleman achieve three profound orgasms. However, for the final one, he couldn't resist using his mouth, thus breaking the rules.

'The guy begged me!' he went on, 'even though I had specific strict instructions not to engage with him.'

'A Czech minister?' you ask.

'Yes, but he spoke to me in English, and he begged desperately for my mouth all the way through. I couldn't refuse for his final time.'

You frown, puzzled, nearly fully dressed.

'How did the Master find out?'

Elia shook his head. 'I don't know,' he admitted. 'But there are no secrets here, it seems.'

'Maybe the minister himself gave you away.'

Elia nodded his head vigorously. 'I agree. It probably turned him on to get me punished.'

'But three days seems a bit harsh,' you protest.

'It was my first infraction. The punishment is always severe for a first infraction.'

The gravity of what Elia is conveying to you slowly sinks in. You determine to play everything by the rules from now on. Although a big part of you knows it wants to experience exactly what he experienced, another part of you realises that the Master's punishments are most likely tailored to suit the offender. You know you would not get off so lightly as three days in the cellar.

'Did you enjoy any of your time in the cellar?' you ask Elia.

He smiles.

You are both ascending the staircase to the first floor.

'Just the first and last half hours,' he says, in a hushed voice. 'Otherwise, I was bored shitless.'

Now it is time to climb the spiral stairs. It is too narrow to speak to one another without being heard by whoever is in the attic.

But just before you both enter, he whispers tantalisingly, 'I still got 10,000 Crowns for that job though.'

Your cock twitches. Your heart rate has increased. You enter the room in a state of suspended psychological animation.

***

Only the light from the distant street lamps illuminates the attic. You cough discreetly on entering to announce your presence. Elia follows behind.

In the gloom, you make out a small circle of figures grouped in the centre of the room. Elia takes your hand and leads you towards them. Gradually, you understand that the other five men are also slaves like you.

Elia pulls you into a place in the circle and stands next to you.

You notice that your own breathing is quick and heavy.

'Last night and the night before,' sounds out the Master's voice, 'slave number six had the good fortune to join me in my bed.'

No-one moves nor makes a sound.

'Tell them, slave boy, what it was like for you,' he urges.

Keeping his head lowered, Elia begins to speak. As you listen, it is almost as though he is reading from a script.

'The master's cock is unwashed and foul. His breath stinks of tobacco. His feet emit pungent odours of sweat. His hairy arse is dark and musky. His arms are strong. His heart is true. I love my Master.'

The room remained hushed.

Your cock twitches again, in spite of your racing heartbeat and your terror of being singled out for attention.

You wonder if you might faint.

'Would you willingly join your Master for a third night, if he ordered you?' asks the Master.

Elia falls to his knees.

'In a heartbeat, sir,' he proclaims.

The Master emerges from the hidden corner of the room and enters the circle of slaves. He stands, legs astride, hands on hips. You almost laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all.

'Tonight, my cock is washed, my breath is fresh and my toes are scrubbed,' he announces. 'My arse is as musky as ever.'

Hearing this, three of the slaves fall to their knees. In the dark, you notice that their hands are placed in the pose of a prayer.

The Master turns round slowly and scrutinises the men carefully.

'So, slave seven,' he says, after a long pause, 'It seems you don't like what is on offer tonight.'

You panic and swallow hard, gasping for breath.

'It is of no consequence,' says the Master, patting you on the shoulder.

You consider falling to your knees but stop yourself.

'Number one,' says the Master. 'Tonight, you shall have the pleasure. Rise and come with me.'

The audience is over. The Master and his chosen slave walk to the door to leave. Before they get there, the three servants enter. They bow their heads in respect as the Master passes.

'Sit!' orders Tobias.

Promptly, the remaining six slaves, including yourself, sit cross-legged on the floor.

The three servants walk slowly and steadily around the outside of the circle.

'You know the routine,' says Sami. 'This is your daily opportunity to leave all this behind.'

He continues walking, followed by Luca and Tobias.

'Let him who wishes to leave this place, speak up now,' intones Luca.

Elia nudges you. In the dark, his gesture goes unnoticed by the others.

It is his signal for you to watch what happens.

The slave sitting directly opposite you, rises slowly to his feet.

His head bowed, the slave speaks out.

'Me, sir. I desire freedom, sir,' he says.

Tobias stands behind him and pulls the arms of the slave roughly behind his back. Without hesitation he snaps a pair of handcuffs around his wrists.

'No, sir, no!' screams the slave. 'I was only joking, sir.'

His screams tear through you. You watch in shock at what now transpires. Elia holds your arm to keep you steady and quiet.

'Take him down,' directs Tobias. The other two servants grab hold of the slave and drag him struggling from the attic.

'The sooner you realise that there is no easy escape from here, the better it will be for all of us,' he groans.

By your reckoning, it is a little after six o'clock.

'As punishment for you all, because of your disloyal member,' - he spits out the last word in disgust - 'it is an early curfew tonight,' he continues.

Tobias walks away from the group, crosses over to the entrance, leaves the room and locks the door.

The group of slaves stand up and make their separate ways to the sides of the attic. Hidden from view are cupboards, one for each slave, which open out to reveal a rolled up mattress, a blanket, a small pillow and a chamber pot.

Elia draws you over to his cupboard and shows you how to open yours, which is next to his. Together you lay out your mattresses.

'Would you like me to sleep with you tonight?' he asks timidly.

You remember how you felt when he kissed your feet upon his release from the shackles. You feel a warm tingle.

'Alright,' you say.

Elia helps you to take off your clothes. He folds them neatly and places them in a pile at the foot of your bed. Naked, you lie face down on the mattress as he covers you with a blanket.

Remaining fully clothed, he crawls to the bottom of your mattress and starts to massage your feet and calf muscles, gradually working his way up your body. Eventually, he is fully on top of you, his head next to yours.

He lowers his trousers and you feel his hard cock resting on the crack of your bum. Gently and rhythmically he rubs himself against your body, his cock working its way up and down between your buttocks.

'Master likes to do this too,' he breathes, his voice warm and tender, betraying the fact that he is barely an adult.

You imagine the Master on top of you and wriggle with satisfaction. Your cock is hard and tight against the mattress.

After a few minutes, he asks, 'Can I come now, number seven?' and you murmur and nod in assent.

With a grateful moan, you feel him shudder. The warmth of his slight slim body feels good upon you. The wetness feels good too. He kisses you on the cheek, falling in love with you just a little bit more.