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 My Time in Eden Chapters 8-12 By William Rush

   (Mb, Tb, oral, anal, slavery, nc, cons)

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   I also want to make my normal speech now.  This is a work of fiction and
as such, should be treated as that.  I do not endorse anything that happens
in this story, nor do I encourage anyone to participate in any activities
like this.  This is fantasy.  If you feel that you are in danger of
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Any similarities to real people or places, is completely coincidental.

   This story is a work of fiction.

   (Note, although most people seem to think this is worth reading, I am
planning on rewriting chapters 8-12 since they drifted from my original
vision.  I wont tell you not to bother reading these chapters, but keep in
mind, they will most likely change in the near future.

   Chapter Eight

   I walked down the boardwalk followed by Eros and Ethan.  Neither boy had
a stitch of clothing on.  I listened as the boys talked, trying with
difficulty not get aroused by their nudity.  When we reached the sand both
boys ran ahead of me.  I watched them, my eyes drifting to their bare bums.
I wished then, that I hadn't worn such a tight pair of shorts.  I could
feel my cock stiffening, as I thought of sliding my length inside of the
boys.  I could almost hear their soft whimpers.

   "Can we go swimming," Ethan asked, his hand absentmindedly rubbing his
still reddened bottom.

   "Not today," I said, fearing I wouldn't be able to control myself if I
saw the two of them naked, their bodies glistening in the sun.

   The boy's pouted but continued to walk ahead of me, Ethan glancing now
and again back at me, then my crotch.  I watched as he whispered something
to Eros.  Eros looked back and giggled, then grabbed Ethan's hand and ran
off with the boy.  I watched them run til they started to get a bit too far
away and then started to chase after them.

   "Hold up," I shouted as they rounded a bend.

   I picked up the pace, certain their little legs wouldn't be able to
outrun me.  As I rounded the bend I saw Ethan laying back in the sand, Eros
kneeling down beside the boy slurping on the boy's erect little penis.

   "What do you think you're doing," I said, afraid someone would see the
boys.

   "It's alright," Ethan said, "this is the men's beach."

   "Men's beach," I said.

   "Only men walk here," he said, pointing down towards another couple a
bit further down.

   I held my breath, not able to fathom what I was seeing.  A small boy,
younger than even Ethan was kneeling over a man's lap.  He had sandy blonde
hair and a deep tan.  The boy was grimacing as the man held onto the his
waist, holding him still.  There was no doubt what was happening.

   "Ow!  Ow!  Ow," the boy cried out as the man's cock filled his bowels.

   "Jesus," I said, shaking my head.

   The man slowly pulled the boy down further onto him, eliciting a wail
from deep inside of the boy as he shook his head from side to side, trying
hard to come to grips with the girth stretching his bottom.

   "Come on boys," I said, "we need to go."

   "It's alright," Eros said, "you can have sex on the beach, that's why
there's no women."

   "I think we should go home," I said.  "I don't think Ethan's mother
would want him to see this sort of thing."

   "Daddy brings me here all the time," Ethan said in his defense, then
turning to Eros said, "Last week Boys Gone Bonkers was here."

   "No way," Eros said, still stroking the younger boy's stiff little dick.

   "Yep," Ethan said, "And I bet you can't guess who was here with them."

   "Who," Eros said.

   "Devon Willy," Ethan said, "He was doing two guys at the same time too!"

   "Wow," Eros said, "Did you get to watch?"

   "Daddy got a blow job from him," Ethan said, "He said I couldn't look,
but I did.  He came all over his face."

   "No way," Eros said, obviously impressed.  "Did Carl fuck him?"

   "No," Ethan said, "but the men that did had big ones."

   I had no idea what the boys were talking about and I couldn't hide the
stiffness in my shorts anymore.

   "Come on boys," I said, "we have to go."

   "Please can we stay master," Eros said, "We want to have some fun."

   "No," I said, "you guys might be alright with this, but I'm not."

   "Yeah," the man down the beach cried out, now actively thrusting into
the boy's bottom.

   The boy wailed, his head thrown back as he felt the man's cock slide in
and out of his tight shute.  The boy's giggled and looked at me, obviously
amused by my awkwardness.

   "He wouldn't let me suck him for a month," Eros said as he looked at me,
giggling.

   "Be quiet," I said, feeling myself blush.

   "Will I have to wait a month to suck you," Ethan said with a smirk as he
stroked his little rod seductively.

   "I can't believe this," I said, trying not to stare as the man lifted
the young boy off his lap and forced him on to his hands and knees.

   "Don't be a slut," Eros said, smacking Ethan's hand playfully.  "You
want everyone to think you're a slave?"

   "Don't be mean," Ethan said, "Besides you're the slave, you should be
sucking him.  Can I watch Eros suck you Mister Nico."

   "Oh god," I said, feeling my cock throb tightly against my trunks, as I
watched the man slowly feed what looked to be a substantial amount of cock
inside of the boy's bottom.

   The boy cried out, squirming as the man held him still, his glistening
rod slowly sliding deeper between the boy's cheeks.  The man glanced at me
and smirked, obviously proud of his performance.

   "Cute boys," the man said in a husky voice.  "Don't let me stop you from
having some fun." "That's alright," I said, "We didn't mean to intrude."

   "You're not intruding," the man said, ignoring the boy's cries as he
forced himself deeper inside.

   "Come on boys," I said motioning for the boy's to follow me.

   "Please," Ethan said pouting, "I want to watch.  I never get to see
anyone fucking."

   The man held the boy below him firmly, one hand on the boy's hip, the
other on his shoulder as he pulled the boy on and off of his thick cock.

   "He's a sexy little boy isn't he," the man asked, happy with the
attention the Ethan and Eros were giving him.

   "Is he a slave," Ethan asked, turning to watch the couple more closely.

   "Yep," the man said, "His names Bobby.  I've had him for a year now,
tightest fuck in the world.  You want a go little fella?"

   "Can I," Ethan asked me, "Please!  Please!"

   "No," I said, "We need to go home."

   "Master," Eros said, "Please let us watch just a bit longer.  It's
alright."

   "You from the states," the man asked as he slid his thick length into
Bobby.

   I watched as the man began to thrust even faster inside of the boy.  The
boy squealed, his brow furrowed as he felt the cock drive in and out of his
tight ass.

   "No," Eros said, "We're from Gea."

   "Gea," the man said, "I wouldn't have guessed."

   "He was a celibate," Eros said.

   "Oh," the man said, as if that answered everything.

   I had no idea what a celibate was, but I knew that I couldn't stay
there, even if I had started to get the idea of what the beach was used
for. I tried to pull the boy's away but they would have none of it.

   "I really need to go," I said.

   "Stay," the man said, "I'll come in his mouth, you can have a go.  I can
tell you need it."

   "Master you can fuck me," Eros said, looking up at me, lust clouding his
face.

   I said nothing as I watched the man grunt and groan, using the young
slave boy's body for his pleasure.  Ethan and Eros crawled across the sand
towards the couple, exposing their bottoms to my gaze, the brief glimpse of
Ethan's little pink hole caused my dick to lurch in my pants.  I followed
behind them, wanting to get a closer look at the couple myself, despite
what my conscious was telling me.

   "He turned six last week," the man said, huffing.  "I've only fucked him
twice.  He hasn't loosened up yet."

   "I can tell," Ethan said, "He's really making a fuss."

   "You would too if you had a cock that big inside of you," Eros said.

   "Are you as big as him," Ethan asked me.

   "It's not the size of a man's cock that's important," the man fucking
the boy said, "but how he uses it."

   "He's that big," Eros said, smiling at me.

   I blanched embarrassed with the attention that was thrust on me.  I
looked away for a second, looking further down the beach, trying to block
out the sound of the man's hips slapping against the wailing boy.  I turned
back to look at the man and boy and I could see now that Bobby was indeed
cute.  Not only was he tan with that sandy blonde hair, but he was lithe,
with just the slightest baby fat.  His eyes were brown and he had the
slightest pink lips.  I wondered what they would feel like wrapped around
my cock.  I had only had sex a few times in my life, once with Eros and a
few times with Mikos when we were younger.  This was completely new to me
though, I had never seen a boy sodomized.

   "You should really have a go," the man said panting, "I tell you what,
you can come over to my place tonight after he's tightened back up and fuck
him.  You wont be sorry."

   The little blonde haired boy grimaced as he looked up at me,

   he had stopped wailing and just sort of kneeled there, whimpering as the
man hammered his bottom.

   "He's opened up now though," he said, "if you don't mind them like that,
you can have a go now."

   "I'm fine," I said, flinching as I felt Eros grab the waste of my
shorts, tugging them down.

   I didn't fight as I felt him take hold of my dick and plant a kiss on
the end.  I just watched the man and Bobby, fucking like dogs in heat.  The
man forcing himself in and out of the boy at a feverish pace, the boy
gasping each time the man bottomed out inside of him.  I felt Eros's wet
tongue run in circles around my glans.

   "Do you think I'm as cute as Bobby," Ethan said, watching Eros now as he
worked on my cock.

   "Yes," I said, looking at the boy as he toyed with his stiff little
prick.

   "You're a very cute boy."

   "Can I taste your cum when you're done," Ethan asked.

   "Don't be a slut," Eros said, frowning at the boy.

   "I've never tasted any," Ethan said defensively.

   "I'll kiss you after I swallow," Eros said, "That'll give you a taste."

   "Thanks," Ethan said, smiling at Eros then me.

   "You can taste my cum slut," the man said with a smirk, "though you keep
acting like that and you might end up taking Bobby's place."

   "Leave him alone," I said to the man.  "He's just a boy."

   "Yeah," the man said, "And if he keeps acting like that, his parent's
will put him up for an indenture."

   "I'm sorry," Ethan said, to me grabbing my hands in fright, "I didn't
mean to be a slut.  Please don't tell mommy."

   "Relax," the man said, "I was just joking.  You're just horny.  You're
daddy should've taken you to the bath's more often."

   "We live in New York," Ethan said, "They don't have baths there."

   "Oh God," the man said, obviously close to finishing.

   "It's alright Ethan," I said, pulling the boy towards me.  "No one's
giving you up for an indenture."

   Ethan moved to stand next to me as I held his hand.  We watched poor
Bobby as the thick seven inch cock slid in and out of his bottom.  The man
had started to breathe heavier as he continued to thrust with even more
urgency into the boy's distended bottom.  The boy for his part suffered
with a modicum of dignity, only eliciting the occasional whimper as the man
hammered away.

   "Here it comes boy," the man cried out, pulling his cock from Bobby's
ass.

   The boy turned around as quickly as he could and wrapped his lips around
the man's cock, not even seeming to take notice that there were traces of
filth streaked along its side.

   "Take it," the man cried, grabbing hold of the boy's hair as he thrust
most of his length inside of the boy's mouth and deep into the boy's
throat.

   The boy winced as the man's cock throbbed, sticky gobs of cum shooting
directly down to his stomach.  The man, remembering his audience, pulled
out and a thick streak of white fluid painted the boy's cheek and nose. 
More cum shot out, landing on the boy's other cheek, with one final gob
hitting the boy in the eye, the rest of the man's seed slowly dripped into
the boy's mouth.

   "Kiss him," the man said to Ethan as he squeezed the last drops out his
rod, "you can get a taste of cum."

   Ethan shook his head, then moved to stand behind me now, the man's
earlier comments still having an effect on him.

   "It's alright," the man said, "I've never met a boy that wasn't a slut,
just remember you can't act like a slave."

   Ethan nodded as the man wiped his cock clean with a rag, his other hand
stroking little Bobby's hip.  The man grabbed the boy by the arm and pulled
him up in front of us, laughing as he saw that the boy's little circumcised
cock was sticking out in front of him.

   "He's a horny little beast," the man said, flicking the boy's little two
inch stiffy playfully with his finger.  "But I like them like that."

   The man leaned back on his haunches and watched as Eros slowly sucked me
in and out of his mouth, taking me deeper and deeper with each stroke.

   "The boy's got a talented mouth," the man said as he stroked his cock,
trying to get it hard again.  "Lay down on the towel, unless you like them
kneeling in front of you."

   I shook my head as I placed my hand on top of Eros's head, guiding him
on and off my cock, lust taking over any modesty I might've had left.  Eros
whimpered softly, his eyes looking up at me, lust filling his gaze.

   "Bobby," the man said, "suck the slave boy.  He deserves a reward for
all his effort."

   I watched as Bobby reluctantly crawled towards me, suddenly flinching as
the man landed a resounding slap on the boy's bottom, causing the boy to
cry out and lurch towards us.

   "Today," he shouted.

   Bobby crawled beside us quickly and lowered his head to Eros's crotch. I
could barely make out the sight of Bobby slipping Eros's cock between his
lips.  Ethan watched the boy from behind, staring at the boy's dilated hole
as it winked open and closed, awed by the evidence of the boy's abuse.

   "By tonight it'll be as tight as it was this morning," the man said, "I
have anal stimulators that'll help with that."

   "Don't they hurt," Ethan asked.

   "Of course," the man said dismissing the boy's comment, "but a little
suffering is expected if it means a tighter fuck for his man."

   Anal stimulators were small slim devices that slid inside of a boy's
bottom.  Essentially they worked to reverse the loosening of a boy's anal
muscles from being fucked by stimulating the muscles and causing them to
contract.  The stimulation was caused by electric impulses that caused the
boy to suffer to some degree, but because they had a viable purpose, they
were completely legal to use under a doctor's direction.

   I watched the smaller boy's head bob from below my cock and wanted so
much to take the boy's winking hole, but I didn't, afraid to take that next
step, resigning myself to the pleasure of Eros's mouth.

   "I'm almost there," I said.

   "Get up there Bobby," the man said, "don't let a drop of his seed hit
the ground."

   I groaned, the man's dominance over the boy sending me over the edge. 
My cock throbbed in Eros's mouth, sending the first shot of jism deep into
the boy's throat.  Eros pulled out, pointing my cock at the younger boy who
without being told, opened his mouth and latched onto my glans.

   I cried out as I felt his tongue swirl under my cock head as I continued
to shoot my cum, only this time directly into the boy's gullet.  Bobby
looked up, concentrating on giving me the most pleasure he could.  A dirty
thought came to my mind and I pulled out of the young slave boy's mouth and
pointed my cock at Ethan, pulling him close, touching my throbbing member
against his skin.  He looked up at me, shocked as he felt my warm cum as it
spurted out onto his smooth stomach, slowly dripping down the boy's body.

   Bobby obediently reached forward and licked the cum from the boy's skin,
not wanting any to reach the sand.  Ethan wiped some from the tip of my
cock, looking at me as he brought it to his mouth and sucked his finger
clean.  He smiled at me and licked his lips.

   "Yeah," the man said as he licked his lips,

   "You're going to have to watch that boy or he'll be on the slave block
before he turns ten."

   "I'm sorry Ethan," I said, breathing heavy, trying to recover from my
spent passion, "I shouldn't have done that."

   "It's okay," he said, running his finger over the tip of my cock.  "I
don't mind.  I wanted to taste it."

   "Vasily," the man said, holding out his free hand, even as he continued
to stroke his cock with his other.

   "Nico," I said.

   "Son of Petros," Eros said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand.

   "Son of Petros," Vasily laughed, "well you're not what I was expecting."

   "You know my father," I asked.

   "I'm your cousin," the man said.  "Vasily, grandson of Telios."

   "I'm sorry," I said, "my father never mentioned you."

   "I'm sure he didn't," Vasily said, shaking his head, "but my father
mentioned you, many times in fact."

   "What do you mean," I asked.

   "Certain things are not to be discussed in public," the man said, "and
this is one of them.  Don't worry, lets go back to your villa where we can
get to know each other better."

   Chapter Nine Vasily took a sip of his coffee, smiled at Delilah, then
said, "my dear Delilah, you will have to tell me what your secret is." "Why
Vasily," Delilah said in dramatic manner, "if I told you that, I would have
to banish you to Theris."

   "Well it would be worth it," Vasily said as he took another sip.

   I could hear the boys in the background playing some game in the family
room.  Vasily frowned at the noise and shook his head, looking at us.

   "You are much too lenient with those boys," Vasily said.

   "You just like the sound of a boy squealing," Delilah said as she stood
in the doorway.  "I'll settle them down so you two can catch up."

   "That would be most appreciated," Vasily said looking at me.

   "Thank you Delilah," I said, "the coffee really is good."

   "Thank you Nico," Delilah said nodding her head.  "It's a pleasure to
serve someone with a bit of manners for once."

   "Ah you hurt me," Vasily said, "truly."

   "Well it's not undeserved," Delilah said.

   I watched as she left, then heard her speak in a stern voice, soon after
the boy's settled down.  I looked at Vasily, wondering what it was about
the man that disturbed me so much.

   "You're not that good looking," he said out of the blue.  "I thought
perhaps you were a stunner, that's why your father bought you."

   "Well you don't beat around the bush," I said.

   "Subtlety is left to those with time for such pleasantries," he said.

   "So I guess you know everything," I said.

   "Oh enough," he said, "It was all such a spectacle at the time.  I was
still young when it happened, but old enough to know better myself."

   "Was that what you wanted to talk about," I asked, "my life as a slave?"

   "What life as a slave," he said, "you were four when you were bought.  I
doubt you had much time to wet a man's wick before your father got you."

   "My father never got me," I said, barely able to hide my disdain at the
man's comment.

   "I'm sorry," Vasily said, "that's not what I was implying."

   "It's alright," I said, "I guess I'm just a bit sensitive."

   "No," he said, "that's a good thing.  You need a backbone to survive in
the Altantean Court."

   "Court," I asked.

   "High society," he said, "the cultured elite.  Those with more time on
their hands than things to do."

   "I don't intend to spend much time in high society," I said.

   "That's good," he said.  "I wish I could spend less, but my duties as
the eldest prevent me from doing so."

   "So you know Thadeus," I asked.

   "Yes," he said, "Thadeus lived with my mother and I while your father
was off preserving the family name."

   "Ah," I said, "I suppose that's a good thing."

   "For him it was," Vasily said, "but perhaps not so much for me.  Bitter
child that one was."

   "Well what can you expect," I said.

   "Maybe," Vasily said, "but I didn't come here to talk about Thadeus."

   "Then what did you come to talk about," I asked.

   "Well about you," he said.  "And your future.  You're family Nico,
whether you like it or not.  Even if you were once a slave, you're still
flesh and blood.  You'll learn that blood is thicker than stone amongst
Atlanteans.  Your wellbeing is as important to me as my own."

   "I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to offend you..."

   "You haven't," he said, smiling, "I know where you were raised.  I know
your father couldn't risk allowing you to know the truth, not after what
Thadeus had done.  You were raised in a backward world.  It's my duty as
your eldest cousin to ensure that you learn what is expected of you. 
Luckily, since you're not the eldest son, you have more freedom to enjoy
life."

   "I wouldn't say I was lucky," I said.

   "Neither would I," Vasily said, "I said luckily.  In other words you can
start to enjoy the benefits of being the middle child, ones you weren't
able to enjoy before."

   "I really don't want to take advantage of my father," I said.  "I only
came here to figure out what to do, so I can make it on my own."

   "Nico," Vasily said, "you will never be on your own.  We wouldn't want
you on your own.  We are here for you, whether you like it or not and I
guarantee you Nico your father would have you take advantage of him, that's
the very reason he has worked so hard to succeed."

   "So you just came by to say hello," I asked, wanting to change the
subject.

   "Well," he said, smiling, "Now who's not beating around the bush?"

   "I'm sorry," I said.

   "Quit apologizing," the man said.  "You do it too much.  You said what
you mean and you shouldn't be sorry for it.  Listen to me Nico, I'm here to
teach you what it means to be Atlantean.  Not American or Greek, Atlantean.
They are so different you couldn't even imagine."

   "And what does it mean," I asked my curiosity peaked.

   "I could tell you," the man said smiling, "but it's better to show you."

   I sat beside Vasily in the limousine as it drove through Parmenides, a
small town on the southern tip of Greater Amazonia.  I admired the quaint
homes and shops that lined the street.  There were no nearly naked slaves
here, rather they dressed in the short robes that seemed to be the fashion
on Gea.  It did not prevent me from admiring some of the well endowed
youths, as the tips of their penises hung down below, or often stuck out
past the hem of their robes.  Some wore the rings I had seen earlier, the
ones that wrapped around the boy's cock and balls, others had silver rods
sticking from the pee slits of their erect cocks, held in place by a chain
hanging tightly underneath their shafts, connected to those same rings.

   "They're being punished," Vasily explained.  "Probably came without
permission.  Perhaps some of their masters find it arousing, who knows.  I
don't see the point.  One can usually tame a boy's passion easy enough with
a good strap or cane."

   "What about Bobby," I said, "would you do something like that to him?"

   "Perhaps," he said, "but only to see how he reacted, not because he
came. The boy's too young anyways, his passion wont peak til he's a bit
older.  When he can spunk, then I'll want to preserve his fluids, maybe
then I'll use something like that on him."

   "Where is Bobby from," I asked, "he's not Atlantean."

   "Oh you noticed," he said with a little smirk.  "He's from the states. I
bought him from his father for a steal.  Much cheaper buying direct than
from the auction houses.  It's really the only way to ensure that they're
not used."

   "Used," I asked.  "Previously fucked," he said.  "Bobby was as pink as
they come.  Beautiful little rosebud.  I could barely wait til his birthday
to deflower the tyke."

   "Why did you have to wait for his birthday," I asked.

   "They have to be six years old," Vasily said, "at least for a slave,
anything less can get you a two to four year indenture."

   "Free boys have to be older," I asked.  "Yes," he said, "they have to be
eight to fuck, which is one of the reasons that delightful little slut
Ethan is still pink."

   "Ethan's not a slut," I said in a loud voice.

   "All boys are sluts," Vasily said.  "Just some are denied the chance to
act out there pleasure."

   "How can you say that," I said, "they're just little boys."

   "They can orgasm from the crib," Vasily said.  "And once they get a
taste, they never want to stop.  You were deprived as a child.  I can't
believe you were raised celibate.  That's such a shame."

   "Celibate," I said.

   "It's what they call someone who isn't allowed to experience sex as a
child," Vasily said.  "Most tend to be sexually repressed.  No offense."

   "None taken," I said, "but I did have some sex as a child."

   "Yes," he said, "I'm sure you did, but when I say sex, I mean loosing
your virginity."

   "I'm not a virgin," I said.

   "When were you first deflowered," he said smiling, "My first time was at
the age of eight.  Rastus the Wise took me in a bath in Nereus.  I think I
screamed loud enough to break the glass."

   I looked at him, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with how forward he was
being.  He laughed and slapped my leg.

   "Well maybe we can find a man who fancies them a bit older," he said,
"and you can join the ranks."

   "I'd rather not," I said.

   The car stopped outside a large marble building with a row of columns
lining the front.  A post stoo by the road and from it hung a large picture
of a beautiful dark haired boy's face, his mouth forming an `o', the words
`Parmenides' Bath' emblazoned below his portrait.

   "Speaking of baths," Vasily said as he moved to get out of the car, then
moving to the the front, he opened the door and let Bobby out.

   A strap holding a small box was strapped to the boy's waist.  A cord ran
from the box to the boy's bottom, dissapearing inside of the boy's tiny
hole.  The boy walked slightly bowlegged, every once in awhile he let out a
high pitched whimper, looking at his master, silently pleading for mercy. I
had watched as Vasily had placed the anal stimulator inside of the boy's
bottom.  I knew that every few seconds the boy was being shocked by the
small metal cylinder inside of his bottom.

   "Don't you dare," Vasily said wagging his finger at the boy, "One word
from you and I'll set if for another hour."

   The boy sobbed as the man took his hand and led him towards the bath.  I
followed behind wondering why I felt slightly turned on knowing the boy was
in such misery.  I had wanted to bring Eros with me, but Vasily had forbid
it, saying that he was too precious to be used as a whore at the baths.

   From what I understood the baths were much like a gentlemen's club, only
men were required to take a boy with them, to ensure they had something to
play with or share.  Guests were allowed, but normally only with
established members.  Any boy that entered was expected to engage in some
kind of sexual activity.  Many fathers took their sons to baths so they
could watch their sons engage in some lewd behavior, without having to
worry about the stigma of their son being thought of as promiscuous or
sluttish.

   "I'm sorry Mister Vasily," the man at the counter said, "We already have
four guests inside, we can't allow any more in right now."

   "Come now," Vasily said, "he's never been to a bath.  Would you really
want to deprive him of his first experience?"

   "Never been to a bath," a man said from behind us, holding hands with
two young boys, both looked to be about seven or eight, one with dark black
hair and eyes, obviously an Atlantean, the other with dark brown hair,
green eyes, and a ruddy complexion, that looked to be European, perhaps
German.

   "No," Vasily said, "He hasn't.  I knew I should've brought a boy, but
the only one he has is a virgin.  It seemed a waste."

   "Here," the man said, "Take one of mine."

   "I couldn't," I said, even as I felt my cock stir just from looking at
the sweet little tykes.

   "Then take Bobby," Vasily said, "you know him.  I'll take one these
beauties."

   "You my dear boy," the man said to Vasily, "know a good piece of boy
flesh when you see it."

   "That I do," Vasily said, grabbing the dark brown haired boy from the
man.

   "His name is Jerod," the man said, "but I like to call him Slutbunny."

   "Slutbunny," Vasily said, "well I can't wait to find out how you got
that name."

   "Don't worry about being gentle with him," the man said, "he's been
opened up.  He can take quite a pounding."

   "Thank you," Vasily said.  "You are much too kind."

   "Don't mention it," the man said, then with a sly smile added, "I just
hope to see this fellows face once we get him inside.  Here's my card.  If
you don't finish before I leave call me and I'll come get him in the
morning."

   "Thank you again," Vasily said as the man passed by and entered through
the double doors.

   I followed Vasily through the hallway, the sounds of sex filled the air.
Men and boys, groaning and grunting, one child's shrill screams, filled the
air.

   "Sounds like a virgin," Vasily said.  "You screamed that loud when I
took your flower didn't you Bobby."

   "Yes master," Bobby said, "It hurt a lot."

   "Does it still hurt a lot," Vasily asked.

   "Not as much as the first time master," Bobby said, "but you only used
spit then, it hurts more with just spit."

   "That it does," Vasily said.

   As we entered the main room, the cause of the shrill screams was
spotted, an older boy, no older than eleven or twelve, was being held down
by several men as another man, dressed in a white overcoat and scrubs
attended to the boy's penis.

   "Not a virgin," Vasily said, "just being circumcised."

   "Jesus," I said, having to turn away as the man finished removing the
boy's foreskin.  "They couldn't give him something for the pain."

   "Do they give a Jewish child anything when they're circumcised," Vasily
asked, "or for that matter an infant?"

   I shook my head as I watched the man apply pressure to the poor little
boy's crutch, trying to stop the bleeding.  The boy continued to sob, a
high pitched whine escaping every once in awhile between sobs as tears ran
down his cheeks.

   "Was he a slave," I asked.

   "Maybe," Vasily said, "although many erastes are circumcising their
eromenos these days.  They would've never thought of doing that before we
came to Earth.  If you ask me it's a travesty."

   "Bobby's circumcised," I said.

   "Yes," Vasily said, "but he's also a slave."

   "What does that have to do with anything," I said, "he's still a boy."

   "Yes," Vasily said, "but it's different, Bobby looks better that way.  I
don't like all that skin hiding his treasures."

   "I would never circumcise Eros," I said, "It's cruel."

   "Perhaps," he said, "but cruelty is part of the world.  No one promised
you honey and milk."

   "That's just an excuse," I said as I felt Bobby's hand grip me tightly
as the stimulator worked inside of his body.

   "I don't make excuses," Vasily said, "I did it because I wanted him
circumcised, it reminds him of what he is and always will be, until I
release him."

   "Don't you think it's time to take that thing out of him," I said.

   "You can take it out," Vasily said, "the restrooms are over there.  Just
be sure and have him clean it before he brings it back."

   I looked at Vasily, a sour feeling spreading through me, I wished that I
was home right now, with Eros and Ethan.  Bobby whimpered and looked at me,
this pained expression on his face.

   "I know buddy," I said, kneeling down beside him.

   I looked at the box on his side and tried to figure out how to turn it
off, but all the directions were in ancient Greek.  I wished I had paid
more attention in Greek school.  After a bit I pressed the button that I
thought would turn it off, but instead the boy shrieked and grabbed my arm,
I pressed the button again quickly and he whimpered leaning against me, the
next button I chose seemed to do the trick.

   "Is it off," I asked, Bobby nodded.

   "Yes," he said, "thank you sir."

   "You're welcome," I said, stroking the boy's soft hair.

   We walked into the bathroom and I almost wished I hadn't.  A young
teenage boy, barely older than Eros was wearing a collar, as he knelt
beside the urinals.  The boy looked middle eastern, with dark hair and a
deep tanned skin.  His eyes looked very sad.  He was obviously forced to
stay inside the room.  I tried to ignore him as I took Bobby to one of the
stalls and had him bend over.

   I examined the boy's bottom and saw his little hole, slightly agape, the
only thing showing from the stimulator was the cord.  I pulled on it and
the boy shifted slightly as I removed the simulator inch by inch, til it
plopped out silently, the only sound the boy made was a sigh.

   "There we go," I said smiling, standing the boy up beside me.

   As we left stall I saw a man shake his penis off then walk over to the
boy beside the urinals.  The boy took the man's penis in his mouth and
sucked for a few seconds, looking up at the man.

   "Stick your tongue in the slit," the man said, "I don't want any piss
left in there."

   The boy continued to suckle the man, whimpering as the man grabbed his
hair tightly.  I watched, completely taken aback by what was happening to
the poor lad.  When the man finished he pushed the boy off his cock and
sneered.

   "My cum isn't for you slut," he said as he zipped up his pants, "there
are free boys out there that get that.  Ask someone for some piss if you're
thirsty."

   I watched the man walk out of the room, then walked towards the boy.  He
stared at me dejected.  I reached in my pocket and found some mints and I
held them out to him.

   "Here," I said, "would you like these?"

   The boy looked at me frightened unwilling to take the small tin from my
hands.  I opened them up, took out a mint, and held it at his mouth.  He
looked at me then slowly opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out.  I
placed the mint on his tongue and he took it inside and sucked on it.

   "Can't you leave here," I asked.

   He shook his head, looking at me.  I wondered if he could speak English,
I reached out to touch him and he shuddered.  When I stroked his hair he
whimpered.  I took my hand away and stood there.

   "Is he giving you any problems," a man asked from behind me.

   "Not at all," I said, turning to find a bald man in his late forties
standing there watching us, "in fact I was admiring him, he's a beautiful
boy."

   "Unruly is what he is," the man said, "can you believe the slut didn't
want to suck a man because he had a drop of piss on his cock?  I guess
he'll think twice about that now."

   "Is he for sale," I said kneeling down beside the boy.

   "What do you mean," the man said.

   "I was wondering how much you wanted for him," I said, "if he's for
sale."

   "You're not from around here are you," he asked.

   "Is it my accent," I asked.

   "No," he said.  "Normally men don't ask to buy another man's slave. 
It's rude."

   "I'm sorry," I said, "my father was over protective.  I was raised
celibate.  I'm making up for lost time now though."

   "I see," he said, looking at me.  "No offense taken.  I could part with
him, perhaps for the boy you're with?"

   "Oh this isn't my boy," I said, "Mine's at home.  This is my cousin's
boy."

   "Oh really," the man said, "he's a lovely child."

   "Thank you," I said.

   "I tell you what," he said.  "Ahmed is getting old for my tastes.  I've
been keeping him around for my friends who don't mind a bit of milk from
their boys.  If you could convince your cousin to let me have a go at that
little slut there, I think I could let Ahmed go at a very reasonable price.
He should be with someone who appreciates him.  He's not fucked enough
these days, perhaps that's the reason he's so unruly."

   Bobby shuddered when he heard the man's proposal.  I looked down at
Bobby, placing my hand on his arm.  I could see it in his eyes, he almost
pleaded with me to say, no, but there was something inside of me that told
me the moment of discomfort Bobby might feel would be nothing compared to
what this poor lad kneeling beside me would suffer over the next few years
with this man.

   "I don't think that'll be a problem," I said.

   Ahmed sat beside me as the man crawled on the small circular pedestal in
the middle of the bath.  He reached out and lifted Bobby up beside him,
pulling the boy by his ears towards his throbbing cock.  It was larger than
Vasily's and I knew the poor boy would suffer more than he had at the
beach. Even the slave boy Jerod cringed at the sight.

   "I hope he's worth it," Vasily whispered to me, "he's going to stretch
him out good.  If I'm lucky he wont open him up too much."

   "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't think Ahmed would be worth it," I
said.

   Bobby gagged as the man thrust up into the boy's mouth, tears streamed
down his cheeks.

   "He's a young one," Vasily said, "be gentle."

   "Sorry," the man said, "he's just so pretty.  I can't help myself."

   "You've got the stamina," Vasily said, "take his bottom, that's what you
want anyways."

   "Fine," the man said, grabbing a tube of lubricant from a holder on the
side of the pedestal.

   I watched as he applied a liberal amount to the boy's bottom, then his
own throbbing cock.  Bobby shuddered as the man prepared his bottom,
groaning as the man slid two fingers into his backside.

   "Very tight," he said.  "I'm not sure I'll get it all in there, but that
wont stop me from trying."

   The man raised up to aim the tip of his cock at the boy's tight hole and
with a quick lunge entered him.  Bobby's head shot back and the boy cried
out.  The man grunted, ignoring the boy's pain, thrusting inside of him
with short savage strokes.

   "You rip him and you'll have to pay the damages," Vasily said, sliding
to the edge of his seat.

   "I wont rip him," the man said, "you think this is the first fresh boy
I've had?"

   "I'm beginning to wonder," Vasily said.

   "Let me fuck him the way I want," the man said, "and it'll be over for
the boy quick.  If you want me to go slow, he'll suffer more.  It's up to
you."

   "Fine," Vasily said, "just don't damage him."

   The man lunged forward once more, a small shrill cry rose from Bobby's
throat, as he cried out, "Mercy master.  Mercy."

   "Mercy," the man said, angry at the boy's pleas.  "I'll show you mercy."

   The man thrust forward once more, lodging most of his cock inside of the
poor little boy's bottom, Bobby shrieked at the sudden stretching of his
insides.

   "This was a bad idea," Vasily said, "you're a sadist."

   "I'm hedonist," the man said, "the boy's cries don't turn me on, it's
the way his bottom spasms as I go in that does."

   "Please sir," Bobby cried, "you'll tear me open.  Please no more."

   "That's all," Vasily said, standing up.  "No further or it's done, slave
or no."

   "You're behind the times boys," the man said, holding still inside of
the sobbing child.

   "I'm not behind the times," Vasily said, "you're just too baseborn."

   "To hades with you," the man said, as he fucked Bobby with short quick
strokes.

   The man continued to fuck the small boy, spearing in and out his bottom
at a frantic pace.  I could tell from the way the man started to breathe
heavier that he was getting close.  His grip on the boy's hips held him
absolutely still, the only one moving was the man as he thrust his hips
forward and then back, pulling the boy's tight anal ring to and fro as he
worked himself inside of the boy.  The boy continued to whimper and gasp as
the man savaged his bottom.

   "Almost there slut," he said.  "You want to swallow or are you ready for
my seed whore?"

   "He's not a whore," I said.  "He's a little boy."

   "By the Gods," the man cried, suddenly thrusting the remainder of his
cock into the boy, releasing his seed deep inside of Bobby's bowels.

   The thrust knocked the breath out of the child, his face was red and
tears streamed down his cheeks as the man grunted, holding still til
Vasily's strong grip threw the man from the pedestal into the water of the
bath.  Vasily kneeled behind the sobbing child examining his bottom.  He
stuck a finger deep inside the boy's hole, then removed it, a small streak
of blood coating the tip.  The man lifted himself out of the water, staring
at Vasily, a look of fear in his eyes.  Long ropes of the man's seed
floated in the top of the pool.

   "You tore him you bastard," Vasily said.  "You'll pay for that."

   "Take it out of what your cousin owes me," the man said.  "A good fuck
like that is worth a little extra."

   Vasily lunged at the man, the only thing that prevented him from
striking him was Bobby's grip on his forearm.

   "It's alright master," the boy sobbed.  "Please don't hit him.  I'll
heal up and be just as tight for you."

   Vasily looked at the boy and for a second I thought he was going to
strike him, but instead he gathered Bobby up in his arms and looked at the
man one last time, then left the room.

   "Your cousins a feisty one,"

   the man said.

   "Not really," I said, "he just doesn't care to be around animals."

   "You're too soft," the man said.  "Ahmed will be in heaven with your
kind."

   "I'm certain he will be," I said, taking Ahmed and Jerod by the hand to
follow after Vasily.

   I found Vasily in a room set up on near the main bath.  The same man
that had circumcised the boy earlier now sat behind Bobby as he kneeled on
a table, softly whimpering.  A small metal ring held the boy's bottom
opened as the man shined a light inside the boy's ass.

   "It's a small fissure," the doctor said.  "You should probably let him
rest for a few days, but he should heal up fine, no worse for wear."

   "Thank you doc," Vasily said.  "I can't believe they'd let someone like
that inside here."

   "Well I'll make sure he doesn't get in again," the doctor said, patting
the boy's bottom.  "You can get down now boy."

   Vasily held the boy in his arms and kissed him on the forehead, then
said softly, "I'm sorry my little frog.  I wouldn't let him do that if I
knew he was going to hurt you so."

   I stared at the scene, unable to grasp how my cousin could feel no
compassion for the boy when it came to circumcision, yet feel such guilt
over the boy suffering at the hands of this other man, only slightly more
brutal than he had been on the beach.

   "Shall we go," I said, "I can look for Jerod's owner."

   "Oh no," Vasily said.  "We haven't had any fun yet.  If nothing else,
I'd like a piece of Ahmed's bottom, after you of course."

   Ahmed, who was silent up until now, said with a slight accent, "I live
only to serve master.  Please take me as you wish."

   I looked at the slim boy standing beside me, still naked, without
thinking I ran my hand along his stomach, feeling him tense up.  I ran my
hand down and found his little rod, hanging flacid over a large set of
balls.

   "Would you like me to check this one," the doc said.  "Don't want any
diseases now do we?"

   "If you wouldn't mind," Vasily said.  "It's his first purchase, but a
fine one from the looks of it."

   "Most men can't appreciate the beauty in a boy his age," the doc said,
pulling the boy towards him.

   "Not unless they're free," Vasily said.  "I really don't care either
way."

   Ahmed was clean and sober, as they called it, which simply meant that he
hadn't been altered in any way.  Apparently some boys were given hormones
to postpone their maturity.  It didn't really damage the boy, but it was
considered unseemly to sell a boy without telling the new owner.

   Ahmed knelt beside Bobby, pampering the boy.  He obviously held a debt
to the smaller child that he wanted to pay.  I watched as he stroked the
boy's little cock til it was erect, looking at us hesitantly, wondering if
he we would stop him.

   "You certainly owe the boy some fun," Vasily said.  "Why don't you wet
his wick a bit.  That'll help him to forgot that monster you called
master."

   Ahmed smiled and pulled the boy up so he knelt in front of him.  I
watched as he stuck his tongue out, licking the small boy's glans.  Bobby
smiled, looking over at us.  Vasily leaned back, his hand fondling young
Jerod.

   "I'm sorry," I said, "I knew he was a creep.  I shouldn't have let him
do anything to Bobby."

   "You did what your heart told you to," Vasily said, "I'd have faulted
you more if you had said no." "Still," I said, "I don't understand."

   "What don't you understand," Vasily asked.

   "How you can fuck him the way you do," I said, "and then make him wear
that rod inside him and yet you were so upset when that man took him."

   "I see," Vasily said, "So you think I'm not much better than him then?"

   "I didn't say that," I said, "I just don't understand how your mind
works."

   "Well it's simple," Vasily said.  "I want to feel good and I know
feeling good might cause him a bit of pain, but I also know that I'm not
harming him.  The boy will be begging to be fucked soon.  It always hurts
at first.  My first time they had to stitch me up.  I couldn't move for a
week, when the physician said I was ready for another, my erastes took me
again.  He never apologized, nor do I.  I never cared for my mentor, but
perhaps I'm a bit more like him than I care to be."

   "I'm sorry," I said, "that must have been quite hard for you."

   "Don't pity me," Vasily said, his face flush.  "I endured so that the
man I was with would find pleasure.  It's a boy's place to please, free or
slave.  Every boy knows that there's always a bit of pain involved, that's
part of the fun.  You suffer so that you might feel the bliss."

   "What if I don't want them to suffer," I said, suddenly wondering where
I fell into this landscape, "what if I want them to feel good?"

   "Then you're a better man than I," Vasily said.

   Chapter Ten I leaned back in my chair watching the young slave boy Ahmed
attend to Bobby's passions.  Ahmed appeared to be quite talented, taking
time to tease the boy, licking the boy's slender two inch stiffy with his
tongue, then taking the small acorn shaped head inside his mouth.  Bobby
seemed to purr as the older boy lavished attention to his small body. 
Ahmed's talented mouth did indeed appear to lesson the misery of the boy's
viscous sodomy.  Beside me Vasily, obviously aroused by the scene taking
place in front of us, stroked young Jerod's own circumcised rod.  Although
the boy was nearly two years older than Bobby, his penis was barely longer
than the younger boy's.  Vasily ran his fingers along the stiffened length,
causing the boy to breath in short gasps.  I could tell by the way that the
man was working on the boy, that his intent was only to stoke the boy's
lust, not bring him to culmination.

   Bobby had a firm grip on Ahmed's short black hair, a small groan
escaping his lips.  I watched as the younger boy reached around and tried
to stuff a finger up his backside, obviously wanting his bottom stimulated
during the act.

   "What did I tell you," Vasily said, "the boy wants a good fucking, even
after he's torn.  He's slut if I've ever seen one."

   "I think he just wants his bottom tickled," I said.

   "Either way," Vasily said, as he absentmindedly squeezed young Jerod's
balls.  "You can't argue with proof like that."

   I got up out of my chair and kneeled behind Bobby, coating my finger
with the lube at hand.  He looked at me, unsure of my intentions, but
relaxed as I smiled and showed him the slippery finger.

   "I just want to give you what you want," I said.  "If it hurts tell me."

   "Thank you master," he gasped in high pitched voice, as I slipped my
finger inside of his winking hole.

   "You're too nice to these slaves," Vasily said, "you'll spoil them like
that."

   "I like to hear them cum," I said, "Don't you."

   "Sometimes," he said as he stood Jerod in front of him and lubed his own
cock, "but I fear my own pleasure takes precedent most of the time."

   Jerod's sudden cry as the man penetrated his bottom seemed to add weight
to Vasily's admission.  I looked over, still awed that something so large
could fit inside such a small hole without causing harm.

   "You're still tight," Vasily said, as he leaned back, letting the boy
take over his sodomy.  "Nice and slow, it's still early."

   "Yes master," the boy said in a soft effeminate gasp, the first words I
had heard him utter all evening.

   "I think we've got a sissy here," Vasily laughed.

   I shook my head, even as I continued to watch the boy slide down my
cousin's shaft, impaling himself willingly on the length of the man's cock.
The boy's face seemed to take on this look of sincere concentration, his
brown hair was matted to his forehead as a light coat of sweat formed on
his slender body.  Each inch he accepted caused the boy to cry out in a
mixture of passion and pain.  I thought, perhaps incorrectly, that the boy
enjoyed his penetration.

   Even if I had my doubts about Jerod, I had no such doubts regarding
Bobby.  He was actually biting his lip, trying to stifle his own cries of
pleasure.  Ahmed seemed to relish the control he had over the boys own
passion, delaying the boy's orgasm as long as he could.  I, for my own
part, rubbed the inside of Bobby's ass with my finger, prodding his small
prostate, eliciting a whimper now and again as I got carried away.

   I had never thought of a boy as young as Bobby as being exciting or
attractive til now, but seeing the boy in the throes of passion was
changing that, as well as my whole idea of boys and sex.  I knew now that a
child could not only enjoy the act, but relish it.  There seemed to be no
shame in either Ahmed or Bobby's tryst, rather it was awash in joy and
celebration, the passion of the body outweighing the guilt of the soul.

   "Randy bugger," an older man said from the doorway to our room.

   I wasn't sure who he was talking about, we all seemed quite randy.  My
own cock was throbbing almost painfully, desiring nothing more than release
from the confines of my jeans.  The matter was made worse when Bobby leaned
his naked form back against me, his body shaking and trembling as a high
pitched moan escaped his lips.  I felt his bottom spasm around my fingers
as he reached the top of his pleasure, his little cock throbbing in Ahmed's
mouth.  I wrapped my arm around him, holding him in place as I stroked the
boy's chest, enjoying the softness of his skin, wishing I could fuck the
boy myself.  The idea of stoking my own rod inside the hot furnace of the
boy's bottom almost brought me to orgasm.

   I listened as Jerod whimpered softly, his eyes closed as he lifted
himself on and off of Vasily's stiff rod.  I ignored the two as I held
Bobby in my arms, enjoying the closeness of the boy's body as his passion
passed.  Ahmed sat back and looked at the boy, a smile on his lips, he
chanced a glance at me, then bowed his head, almost as if he was afraid.

   "You did a fine job Ahmed," I said, "I only hope you'll do half as good
with me when you're ready."

   "I'm ready master," the boy said, thrusting his hips forward to show me
a rather large cock for his age.

   "How old are you Ahmed," I asked, wondering if perhaps he was older than
I had thought.

   "Thirteen last month master," the boy said in a laborious voice.

   "Perfect," I said, smiling to him.  "You've got a large one there."

   "Thank you master," the boy said, "I hope it pleases you."

   "I'm sure it will," I said to the boy reaching out to stroke it.

   By a casual glance, it appeared to be around six inches long, although
it was still a bit on the slender side.  I thought for sure this boy would
end up with a fairly nice sized cock before he was done growing.  The
obscene sight of the boy's cock in proportion to his body made me want to
see the boy in action, rutting with a younger boy, releasing his seed over
the boy's face.  I realized that my desires were mounting and that I need
satisfaction.

   "I want to fuck you Ahmed," I said unable to stand it any longer.

   "Please do master," the boy said, "my body is for your pleasure."

   "Wait a second," Vasily said as he pulled Jerod off his cock, "have you
ever fucked a boy?"

   "No," I said, "but I think I can figure it out."

   "That's not the point," Vasily said, "you need a virgin for your first
time."

   "What," I asked.

   "It's tradition," Vasily said, standing up, his cock jutting out in
front of him, "A boy's first fuck should be with a virgin.  Normally it's a
younger cousin or brother, sometimes a slave.  You, of course, are much
older than when most boy's start, but it's still tradition."

   "Well," I said, "I'm certain we wont find any virgins here tonight."

   "Don't be so hasty," Vasily said.  "We might find someone for you and if
we don't, you have a little slut begging to fuck you at home."

   "Eros," I said.

   "Heavens no," Vasily said, "that wells been dug already, Ethan."

   "Eros isn't a virgin," I said, shocked.

   "He's twelve years old," Vasily said, "did you expect his father to keep
him chaste.  If you ask me his father was probably his first, filthy pig."

   "I didn't think," I said.

   "Of course not," Vasily said as he stroked his cock, bringing a bead of
clear juice to the tip, "but that doesn't mean he isn't a fine boy or that
he wont be able to keep you warm at night.  Just because a boy has
experience doesn't mean he isn't worth keeping.  Eros is much better than
any of the boys here, he's still got the spirit of a noble in him, remember
that."

   Jerod obediently licked Vasily's cock clean as the man talked, oblivious
to the fact that it had been in his bottom.  I just shook my head as my
cousin, still completely naked led me by the arm out of the room and
towards the main area of the resort, or the `bath' as it was called.

   As we entered the room I was surprised to see that it was very much a
bath, with a large pool of water about two feet deep comprising the center
of the room.  Men lined the walls of the pool, boy's sitting beside or in
front of them, silently listening to the conversations at hand.  Nothing
unseemly occurred in the waters, in fact it was considered rude to spill
seed anywhere another man might come in contact with it.

   The sex that occurred in the main bath occurred off to the side, and one
only needed to look to one of the corners to see some small boy being
ravished by a man or in some cases men.  I tried to avoid staring, but a
particular scene caught my eye, a red headed boy, of perhaps ten or eleven
years old was tied to a stool while a particularly well endowed man
prepared to enter his bottom.  A group of about ten or so men lounged
around the couple.

   "You there," my cousin shouted, "stop."

   The man who had been preparing to fuck the small boy looked at my
cousin, not sure what was going on.  My cousin walked toward the couple his
hands held out in a gesture of peace.

   "No foul dear sir," my cousin said, "I only wanted to know if the boy
there was a virgin?"

   "Yes," the man said, "he's a virgin."

   "Is he a slave," Vasily asked as he came closer to the boy, examining
him as if he was a race horse.

   "No," the man said, "he's not a slave, just a rental."

   "Rental," I asked.

   "His father has sold his virginity," Vasily said.  "It happens more
often than you think.  Sordid practice if you ask me, but tonight it works
for you."

   "If you don't mind," the man said, "I was preparing to break the boy
in."

   "I don't suppose I could convince you to let my cousin here have the
first try," Vasily asked.  "He's a virgin you see, raised as a celibate. 
He's never felt a boy's bottom and if you ask me this would be a fine first
go for him.  I'll pay for his pleasure, don't worry about that."

   The men gathered around began to laugh, while the man who had been
prepared to fuck the boy stood up and put a hand on my shoulder pushing me
towards the boy.

   "Pay," the man said, "tis my gift to the boy...  I mean man."

   There was another round of laughter at my expense as the man snapped his
finger towards a boy kneeling off to the side.  The little blonde haired
lad who looked to be about eight or nine came over and started to unbuckle
my pants.  I felt a sudden bout of modesty and reached down to stop him,
only to have the man who had given up the virgin grab my wrist and shake
his head.

   "You wouldn't be so rude as to deprive us of your first time," the man
said.  "We can give you pointers, make it better for you."

   "I don't know," I said.

   "Come now," Vasily said, "every boy fucks for the first time in front of
other men, traditionally it's the men in your family, but since you're a
few years past boyhood, these men will do."

   The men cheered, one slapping me on my thigh.  I began to feel quite
miffed by all the humor being had at my expense, but the sight of the boy's
bottom seemed to wash away any courage I had, instead I could only think of
the boy's ass wrapped around my cock.

   He was a handsome lad, his hair a a light reddish color, almost a
strawberry blonde.  The boy had pale skin and a smattering of freckles
covered his nose and cheeks.  His body was close to perfect, with a slender
frame and a round plump bottom with a tight pink hole that seemed to beg to
be fucked.  I didn't even notice the little blonde slave boy as he sucked
my cock in his mouth, making sure I was ready for the deed.

   It was only after a particularly talented swipe of his tongue that I
bothered to look down into the blonde haired slaves blue eyes.  I noticed a
sparkle there, obviously he too found the circumstances amusing.  The sight
of one boy strapped down, ready to be mounted, and another equally adorable
lad sucking my cock was too much for me, my cock lurched in the boy's mouth
causing him to gag as the first spurt of cum shot out coating the back of
the boy's throat.  The boy, well trained no doubt, recovered quickly and
started to swallow my seed as it filled his throat.

   "Damn it boy," the man's owner shouted, "that wasn't for your stomach!"

   The boy looked at me, fear in his eyes, never stopping the task at hand,
even as more cum drooled out across his tongue.  I groaned as I gripped the
boy tightly by the hair, holding him in place.

   "In the boy's defense," I said as my passion dwindled, "I was so close,
I doubt he could have stopped me."

   "Well," the man said, "He better get you hard and quick, or I'll be
sending him out to to the stables tonight."

   The boy looked at me with an urgency I hadn't seen before as he started
to move his tongue all over my cum covered cock.  I groaned and could feel
the blood filling my rod as it started to regain it's stiffness.  I smiled
at the boy, suddenly realizing the boy had my seed swimming in his stomach.
I don't know why, but the thought of that little blonde haired angel with a
belly full of my cum was incredibly arousing for me.  When I was hard once
again, the little lad took me out of his mouth.

   "Master," the boy said, "He's stiff and slick.  Please don't send me to
the stable."

   The man grabbed the boy by the arm and then said, "for your sake he
better be able to get inside or you'll be strapped to a cart tomorrow."

   "I'll keep him stiff master," the boy said, grabbing my cock and
stroking it, "I promise."

   "You better," the man said, pushing the boy away from me, "now go sit by
that slut and be ready if he needs you."

   "Yes master," the boy said as he ran over to kneel by the red headed
boy.

   "You're up," the man said, "in more ways than one."

   I smiled, blushing a bit as I walked over to the red headed lad.  I
wondered if he had come willingly, although it seemed in my mind that
wasn't the case, otherwise, why would they bother strapping him down.  I
knelt behind the boy, my cock, all seven inches of it, pointing at the
boy's little pucker.

   "I don't want to rape him," I said.

   "Rape," Vasily said, "He'll be mounted soon enough, by you or another."

   Vasilly knelt beside the boy and asked him, "What's your name boy?"

   "Ian sir," the boy whimpered, "please don't hurt me."

   "I'm afraid there'll be pain involved boy," Vasilly said, "do you know
why your father brought you here?"

   "To be fucked sir," the boy said in a frightened voice.

   "Yes," Vasilly said, "and are you willing to be fucked by my friend or
should he step aside and let the large man standing over there have you?"

   "No sir," the boy said, "I mean yes sir, I want your friend to fuck me.
Please don't hurt me."

   "Boy," Vasilly said, "It'll hurt either way, at least my friend wont
hurt as much."

   "I don't feel right about this," I said, feeling the lust in my body
replaced by something less seemly.

   "Don't be silly," Vasilly said.  "The boy's going to be fucked one way
or another.  I didn't want to get fucked my first time, I don't think many
of us did, but we did it because we had to.  There's nothing worse than a
tease."

   The men around me muttered their agreement as Vasilly ran his hands
through the boy's hair gently.

   "You're not a tease are you boy," Vasilly asked.

   "No sir," the boy said, "I just don't want it to hurt."

   "Poor boy," Vasilly said, "you're probably not even Atlantean are you."

   "No sir," the boy said, "my father brought me here for vacation."

   "Brought you here to whore you out is more like it," Vasilly said. 
"He'll probably sell you before he leaves."

   "No he wont," the boy said, almost on the verge of tears, "my daddy
loves me."

   "Everything has a price boy," Vasilly said, "even love."

   "I don't want to be a slave," the boy said sobbing, tears running down
his cheeks, "he can't make me."

   "Yes he can," Vasilly said in soft voice, "but I tell you what, if you
do right by my friend and show him a good time, I'll be sure and talk to
your father, maybe convince him you're worth more free."

   "Don't torture the boy," a man said in an angry voice, "fuck him and get
it over with."

   "Don't rush us," Vasilly said, "we need to prime the boy, get him ready
for his initiation into manhood."

   I looked and saw the resignation in the eyes of the boy's that
surrounded the spectacle.  Even though the men in the room had all taken
this boy's place at one time, the boy's still remembered clearly their
servitude, how humiliating it can be to give in to another's lust.  The
thought came to me that this did not have to happen, that there must be
some other way, but I saw the men around me, each with their own erection,
ready to replace me if I wavered and I resolved to do this deed, if for no
other reason than I might save the boy from having to suffer a larger man's
lust.

   At least that was the excuse I made, truthfully I wanted to fuck the
boy, sobbing or not.  His body was the object of my desires and with lust
burning in my heart, I could not deny myself this pleasure, the chance to
feel the warmth of the boy's bottom and to be his first, the one he would
remember years from now.

   I moved to the side of the boy and knelt down, untying his bonds.  The
crowd started to murmur as I loosened his arms and then his legs.  I sat
the boy up and began to massage his limbs where the circulation had been
hampered.  He looked at me and I saw the fear in his eyes.  I reached up
and wiped a tear from his cheek.

   "I wont fuck you if you don't want me to," I said, "but you wont leave
this room without one of these men taking you.  If you let me be your
first, I'll try and be as gentle as I can."

   "Will it hurt," the boy asked, looking down at my throbbing member.

   "I wont lie," I said, "It'll still hurt, just not as much."

   He looked at me, then the man who was prepared to mount him earlier.  My
cock might have been longer, but it wasn't as thick and the boy rightfully
assumed that a thick rod would cause more damage than a long one.  He
nodded his head, I put my hands on his shoulder so he leaned back on the
stool, his knees in the air.  I knew, even from my brief time in Atlantis
that the missionary position was seen as an intimate position, one that was
reserved for a man and his lover, boy or woman, but I also knew that this
boy was frightened and that the only way I could truly gauge his fear was
by looking at him.

   "I guess he's found his true love," Vasilly said, trying to lighten the
tension.

   "By the Gods," one man shouted, "I don't care how he fucks him, just so
long as he does it."

   "Yes," another man shouted, "get on with it."

   "Lube," I said to the boy kneeling beside me.

   "You're supposed to use spit master," the young slave kneeling beside me
said.  "Shall I get him ready for you?"

   I didn't know what he meant, so I just nodded.  The young blonde haired
boy moved in front of me and covered the boy's hole with his mouth.  The
young free boy's head shot up and he looked down to see what was happening.
I watched the young slave boy as he licked around the boy's hole, getting
is slick and wet, his tongue pushing inside the boy's tight entrance.  The
small red headed boy moaned as he felt the tongue flick against the
sensitive skin of his hole.  I waited until the boy finished and finally
moved to take my cock in his mouth, shoving it down his throat in one
brutal thrust.

   I felt the boy gag as he wrapped his hands around my body, pulling
himself as deeply as he could onto my cock.  I groaned as the muscles from
the boy's throated convulsed around my cock.  When he finally pulled off, I
was not only stiff and throbbing, but my cock was coated in a thick coating
of spit.

   "Fine job there slave," the boy's master said, "I think you'll be better
off in my bed tonight, not the stable."

   The boy smiled at his master as he crawled beside the boy again, waiting
for me to fuck the lad.  I knelt behind the whimpering boy.  I put the head
of my cock against the boy's pink ring and counted to three, then started
to push against the hole, but it just seemed to tight.

   "Harder," Vasilly said, then kneeling down beside the boy added, "And
you need to open yourself up, push out like you're shitting.  Let him in
you slut."

   The red headed boy whimpered, but I saw the moment when he did push out,
his small hole for just a second winked at me and I pressed the advantage
and pushed forward.  The feeling of that tight hole as it stretched around
the tip of my cock was indescribable.  Even though the boy beneath me cried
out in pain, I didn't stop, instead I kept pushing until the entire head of
my cock was lodged in his bottom.

   "It's too big," the boy howled, "it's too big!  Take it out."

   "Quit your fussing," Vasilly said, slapping the boy's face lightly with
his hand, "it's not too big and it's not coming out.  Just wait, you'll be
begging for it soon enough slut.  "

   I saw the boy's ring, it was stretched thin and even the slightest
movement forced seemed to tug it forward.  I held my breath as it squeezed
my cock tighter than anything before.  I wondered if the act could be done
without hurting the boy, whether my lust would tear the boy like poor Bobby
was torn earlier, that thought caused me to search out for the younger boy,
almost like a mother looking for her lost child.  I saw Bobby kneeling off
to the side with a few other slave boys, watching me fuck the boy, sucking
on one finger nervously.

   I looked down and saw the shaft still outside of the poor read headed
boy, his cheeks streaked with tears, the soft sound of his pain rising up
from his throat and I doubted I'd be able to get it all in, I was beginning
to question the process.  Vasilly patted me on the shoulder, even as the
men around me shouted, urging patience.

   "You'll tear the boy needlessly if you just thrust inside," Vasilly
said, "take your time, it'll keep the boy tight and increase your own
pleasure."

   I nodded, my mind focused on the sensation of that tight hole engulfing
my glans.  I grunted as I pushed just a bit further, eliciting another cry
from the whimpering child.  I saw the pain in the boy's face and stopped,
holding myself as still as I could.

   "Just a little more," Vasilly said.

   I did as he said and pushed a bit more inside, feeling the boy open up
to accept me.  The boy whimpered, his hand pushing against my hips. 
Vasilly grabbed the boy's wrists and pulled them away.

   "Don't you dare," he said, shaking his head.  "Grab your ankles if you
need something to hold onto."

   The boy grimaced, I could feel his insides spasm around my cock, slowly
loosening, each time it seemed to be punctuated by a deep whimper from the
boy as he adjusted to my size.  I wanted nothing more than to be gentle,
but it seemed even a gentle fuck was more than the boy could handle without
some pain.  I tried to block out the boy's misery and concentrate on the
pleasure and the lewd sight of my cock wedged inside of his hole.  The
sight seemed to defy reason, but it was happening, I was getting inside of
him, slowly but surely.

   "Does it hurt," I asked.

   "Yes sir," the boy said, "it hurts a lot."

   "I'm sorry," I said, reaching down to stroke the boy's hair, "I'm trying
to go easy."

   "It's not so bad," the boy said between whimpers.

   I tried to smile, but the warm sensations coursing through my cock,
could not compete with the innocence that seemed to slip from the boy's
face.  In that second I hated myself for what I was doing, but I could not
deny my lust, the desire to possess the boy fully, to fill him up with the
entire length of my cock.  In my minds eye I saw myself pumping in and out
of the boy, groaning as he cried out in ecstasy, but that I feared would
not be the way this played out.  Instead beneath me was a boy in the grips
of agony, completely helpless to prevent this act he wanted no part of.

   I groaned as another inch of my cock disappeared inside of him.  The boy
winced and grunted, his insides gripped me like a vise, almost too tight to
move.  For a second I wanted to push it all inside, but instead I pulled
out of the boy, causing the men around me to murmur.

   "I want real lube," I said, "so I can give him a proper fucking without
all this burning."

   "The boy's there for that," said Vasilly, "he'll get him wet."

   "Please," I said, "can I do this my way."

   Vasilly stared at me, the break from tradition obviously paining him,
but he gave in and handed me a glass bottle filled with lubricant.  I
dribbled it on the boy's hole and used my fingers to push it inside, trying
to stretch him out a bit more.  I heard the men muttering to themselves,
perhaps disheartened by my compassion, but I knew I wasn't being
compassionate, rather I was ravaging this small child for my pleasure.  The
mere fact that I chose to make it less painful did not remove that fact.

   I drizzled the slippery fluid over my cock, coating it as thoroughly as
I could then pressed once more inside of the boy.  I slipped inside
quickly, causing the boy to cry out from the sudden penetration.  I stayed
still, the boy was looser than I expected and I had thrust nearly half my
cock into his quivering hole.  He gasped, his face red with exertion.  The
boy gripped his ankles so tightly his knuckles were white.  He said
nothing, instead he banged his head against the back of the pedestal he was
laying on.

   "I'm sorry," I said.

   "Don't be sorry," Vasilly said, "just start to fuck him.  You're just
drawing out the pain.  In and out Nico.  In and out!"

   I looked at Vasilly wondering if his instructions were for the boy's
benefit or mine.  He jerked his head towards the crowd, as if my
performance was an affront to them.  I closed my eyes and began to fuck the
boy, pulling almost all the way out and then slowly pushing back into the
boy's slippery wet hole.  The child whimpered, then began to wail as I
picked up the pace.  The sound enticed me, even though I didn't want it to.
The knowledge that my cock was causing the boy to feel everything he was
feeling somehow lit a spark inside of me and I did what only seemed to come
natural.  I fucked the boy.

   The sound of my hips slapping against the boy's bottom surprised me, I
was so caught up in the motion and sensations of the boy's bottom, I hadn't
noticed that I had filled the boy's bottom completely.  I looked at the
child, his mouth opened wide, small whimpers and gasps rising from him with
each thrust.  I thought I saw something more there, a look so intense, like
a part of him was not only accepting it, but wanting it.

   The boy reached for his soft cock, but I pushed his hand away and took
over that duty.  I wanted to give the boy everything he received, pain and
pleasure.  I stroked inside of the boy with quick rapid thrusts feeling the
boy's bowels loosen around my cock, even if it was barely noticeable.  The
boy opened his eyes to look up at me, a look of wonder and confusion
glimmering inside.

   "Is it any better," I asked him, feeling his little prick hardening in
my hand.

   "Oh yes," he said raising his bottom up to meet my thrusts.

   "What did I tell you," Vasilly said.  "I can tell a slut when I see this
one.  He'll be hooked now, he wont be able to go a day without getting that
ass fucked, will you boy?"

   The boy didn't answer, instead he moaned and whimpered, accepting my
thrusts now with little gasps, caught up in a place I was forbidden to
enter, a place only a boy filled with a man's cock can know.  I groaned,
the sensations coursing through my cock threatened to send me over the
edge, but I didn't want it to end, I wanted the boy entirely, I wanted to
know that he felt bliss inside that well of pain.  I stroked in and out,
rubbing the child's immature prostate, each time bringing the boy closer to
his own pleasure.

   "Oh please," he said.

   "What," I asked.  "Am I hurting you?"

   "Harder," he said, "fuck me harder, I'm almost there."

   The men around me cheered.  I turned to look at Bobby and he had a
little smirk on his face.  I wondered if he had felt what this boy was
feeling or if perhaps he was still too young to know such pleasure.  The
look he gave me seemed to answer that question.

   I thrust into the boy savagely, causing him to cry out and push back
against me.  I increased the speed of my thrusts, moving in and out like a
well oiled piston, filling and emptying the boy's bowels so quickly it was
almost as if I never left him.  The boy gasped and wailed, then with one
final cry, lifted his body up off the pedestal as the source of all the
pleasure inside of him suddenly burst, filling his young body with such
intense sensations, he could barely stand it.  The boy's slender member was
rock hard and throbbing in my hand, trying in vain to release juices that
weren't there.

   I grabbed the boy by his hips and continued my assault, so close to the
edge I couldn't stop myself.  I cried out when I felt my balls tighten,
then an almost painful spasm shot through my cock as it pulsed and released
a huge torrent of cum inside of the boy's bowels.  I pushed all the way
inside of him, holding myself still as my member continued to pulse,
releasing more cum than I thought possible.  The boy looked at me, awed by
the spectacle, his mind opening up to the knowledge of what his future
held. He was only ten, there would be much more time for him to experience
the pleasures he'd just learned about.

   I took the boy with me, despite the protests of the crowd.  I reasoned
they would've tried to have a go with the lad, but I was already feeling
the pangs of guilt washing over me and I doubted I would be able to sleep
knowing I left the lamb amidst those wolves.

   Vasilly sat beside me, a knowing look on his face.  Ian slept in my
arms, exhausted from his ordeal.  There had been no blood, but there would
certainly be pain, no boy takes a fucking like that and wakes the next
morning without a bit of it, especially after the first time.  I stroked
the boy's hair feeling something inside of me stirring.  I felt responsible
for the boy now, that somehow my actions had aligned me with the boy's
fate.

   "I want to keep him," I said.

   "You want to keep all the sad ones it seems," Vasilly said.

   "I don't want him to be sold to some stranger," I said.

   "We can talk to his father," Vasilly said.  "If he's willing to sell his
son's virginity to a man like Brutus, he'll be willing to sell his body to
us."

   "He's so beautiful," I said as I smelled the boy's hair, a mixture of
shampoo and sweat filling my senses.  "Do you think he'd let me have
another go?"

   "Let him rest," Vasilly said, "there'll be time for that tomorrow.  If
you want another go, take Ahmed or Jerod, they can handle a good hard fuck,
you can really let go with them."

   "I'll pleasure you master," Ahmed said, with what I thought was a tinge
of jealousy in the boy's voice.

   Chapter Eleven "You can't buy every boy that you fancy Nico," my father
shouted through the view screen.  "I'm sorry dad," I said feeling my face
flushed with embarrassment.

   Father looked at me shaking his head, then laughed and said, "I suppose
it's better than you buying none.  I worried that world would ruin you for
boys."

   "I wont buy any more," I said, trying to change the subject.

   "Vasilly said you gave quite a performance," my father said.  "I wish I
could've been there."

   "I'm happier you weren't," I said.

   "You know the first time I fucked a boy I was twelve," he said, "your
grandfather had to pull me off the little bugger, I didn't want to stop."

   "I'm sure he did father," I said, certain my father was sharing these
details just to see me blush.

   My father looked at me, not with the normal hard glare that often seemed
to be present, but rather a soft gentle look, one I couldn't remember
seeing before.

   "Angelos," he said moving closer to the screen, "I love you my boy.  I
loved you from the day you were born.  I could not bear to be apart from
you and I failed you.  I know that now.  I didn't save you soon enough to
loosen the burden of your birth, but I wont fail you again.  You can have
as many boys as you want.  You can have whatever your heart desires, just
tell me that you love me."

   I looked at the man who had raised me, the memories all the things I had
suffered rushed in and filled my mind, yet despite that, in my heart I saw
what I had never seen before, love.

   "I do love you father," I said.  "I know you only did what you thought
was right.  I'm sorry if I haven't been the son you wanted."

   "Never say that," my father said, for the first time in my life I saw
tears in his eyes, "You are everything I ever wanted and more.  I could not
bare to share you with anyone and perhaps I erred in that regard, but I
will make up for it.  You will never want so long as I live, nor will you
want after I pass, for you are my beloved, Nico, and I will do anything for
you my child."

   "I know father," I said.

   I'm not sure what I could've expected from young Ian.  The looks he gave
me were not kind, but I'm sure no boy cares for the man that takes them
from their father.  He didn't understand that he would've been sold before
his father left.  In his mind I had robbed him of his family in order to
satisfy my desires for his body.  Perhaps he was right.  That didn't stop
me from taking what I thought was mine, or from him giving it to me. 
Vasilly was right, the boy loved to be fucked.  On more than one morning I
woke to find the boy's hole lubed and ready, the desire in his eyes
outweighing the anger that festered in his soul.

   On top of that I had to deal with Ethan, the little eight year old was a
dynamo and wanted nothing more than to take Ian's place in my bed.  Eros
and Vasilly both reminded me of the proper treatment of free boys, how I
needed to make the boy wait, or I would dishonor him.  His father, fed up
with his antics, threatened to take him to the baths to have him
deflowered. The boy blanched and held on to my arm, looking at me, hoping I
would save him from that fate.  Of course the threat was empty.  Ethan's
father, like many Atlantean fathers, worried more about making a living and
name for his son, than he did being with him.

   The Atlantean culture was odd in that regard, rather than having a
father raise and teach a boy what he needed to learn about the world, it
was the responsibility of an erastes, or mentor, to teach the boy those
things.  In return the boy was expected to provide the man with one of the
few possessions he could, his body.  I apparently had been groomed to be
Ethan's erastes.  I'm sure my father played no small part in that.  The boy
was adorable and a pleasure to be around, but honestly I found few boys
that weren't.  If he had one fault it was jealousy.  Ethan seemed to
despise Ian, even to the point of tormenting the boy when he had the
chance. I finally had to threaten to stop being his erastes if he couldn't
leave the boy be, even then he wasn't happy.

   The three other boys, Ahmed, Eros, and Ian got along wonderfully.  Ian
had a crush on Ahmed, one the older boy took advantage of.  Lately the two
rutted together almost constantly.  At first Eros, being a well behaved
boy, would not join in, seeing it as baseless sex, but after watching Ahmed
have a go at the younger boy's bottom enough times, he changed his mind and
now the two older boys took to `tag-teaming' the younger whenever they got
the chance.

   Three weeks after Ian first fuck my life had changed so dramatically I
could scarcely believe it wasn't a dream.  I had learned much about the
Atlantean culture and adapted to many of its ways with less resistance than
I thought.  I could now punish any of boys, at least when they deserved it,
with little to no guilt, and often times it aroused me to the point that I
fucked them immediately afterwards, my own reward for being a good master.

   Vasilly and I were sitting at the beach one day when I realized I no
longer missed home.  I sat there in my chair, Ethan by my side reading a
book, Ian and Eros wrestling with Ahmed by the shore, trying to pull the
bigger boy down to the ground.  Bobby was planted firmly on Vasilly's cock,
grunting as the man eased in and out of his bottom.

   "You fuck him a lot," I said, "don't you think you should find another
boy so you can give him a rest."

   "If you have a good boy," Vasilly said, "there's no need for others."

   "Am I a good boy master," Bobby asked in between whimpers.

   "You are a very good boy my little frog," Vasilly said.

   "I wouldn't say that too loud," I said, "people will start to think
you're going soft."

   "Don't be an ass," Vasilly said, then wanting to change the subject
turned to the boy beside me.  "Ethan when are you giving your bottom up,
haven't you been courted long enough?"

   "Father wants to be here," Ethan said as casually as if he were talking
about a soccer match, "In case I'm torn."

   "Well that's nice of him," Vasilly said.  "I think my father was in
Dadelus when I was mounted the first time."

   "I'm not sure if I'm ready to do that with him yet," I said.

   "Why should you," Ethan said in a dejected voice, "you have three other
boys, you don't need me."

   "No, I don't need you," I said, "but I want you and that's more
important."

   "Whatever," Ethan said, trying to return to his book.

   "He'll be a screamer I bet," Vasilly said, "you'll have to open him up
good, so his grandchildren can feel it."

   "You wont do that to me will you sir," Ethan said looking up at me with
a nervous expression.

   "What do you think," I asked.

   "I know you'll be nice," Ethan said smiling.  "Do you think I'll cum
when you fuck me?"

   "I hope so," I said, ruffling his hair.

   I looked up to see Ahmed kneeling behind Ian thrusting his cock into the
boy's bottom.  The younger boy let out a muffled wail as Eros fed the boy
his cock.  I shook my head, trying to decide whether or not the boy was
being mounted willingly or not.  It was only when I saw Ian struggle and
push against Eros's waist that I realized something was amiss.

   "Stop that," I shouted as I jumped up and ran over to the boys.

   Ahmed looked up at me, a shocked look on his face, his stiff cock
streaked with spit.  Ian was rolled up into a ball sobbing, I grabbed the
boy up and held him, stroking his back, trying to hold back the anger
rising inside of me.

   "I don't want to play with them anymore," Ian sobbed into my ear.  "Can
I go home?"

   "What the hell were you doing," I said in a stern voice.

   "I'm sorry master," Ahmed said, reaching up to touch my leg, "I thought
he was having fun."

   "Don't lie to me," I said pushing the boy away.

   "You can't really blame the boy," Vasilly said, "You've three horny boys
and not enough men to stoke their lust."

   "That's no excuse," I said, glaring at the boy's.

   "Well what do you expect them to do," Vasilly said, "they've on the cusp
of manhood and no place to empty their seed.  Of course their going to try
to fuck him.  You'd do the same thing in their shoes."

   "I wouldn't rape him," I said, stroking Ian's back as he cried in my
arms.

   "You wouldn't or haven't," Vasilly asked, then seeing the anger in my
face added.  "It doesn't matter, you can't rape a slave, that's what
they're their for."

   "This is unacceptable," I shouted out the boys.  "I don't care what I've
done, you can't force yourself on him.  He's not your toy to play with."

   "Well if you don't like the way they're playing," Vasilly said, "maybe
it's time to milk them.  They're getting old enough for it."

   "Milk them," I asked.  "What the hell are you talking about?"

   "Look at them," Vasilly said, "They're horny as hell, you need to get
rid of all their seed, it'll help calm them down."

   "You've got to be kidding me," I said looking at the two boys kneeling
in front of me, "Milk what?  They don't have enough cum in them to fill a
thimble most of the time.  Why would I milk them?"

   "So they aren't so horny," Ethan said, "Daddy did it to Derek before he
was freed so he wouldn't try and mount me."

   "Out of the mouths of babes," Vasilly said.

   "You mean jerk them off," I asked, "because honestly they have more sex
than I do..."

   "No, their prostate," Vasilly said, interrupting me.  "Haven't you heard
of prostate milking?  How old are you?"

   "I'm sorry," I said, "but I'm not really big on the whole shoving things
up my ass thing."

   "Don't be smart," Vasilly said, "it's not about shoving things up your
ass, it's about shoving them up theirs."

   "I still don`t understand," I said, setting Ian down beside me, "what
exactly is prostate milking?"

   "It`s when you stimulate a boy's prostate so they produce seed without
actually having an orgasm," Vasilly said.  "It's the best way to tame their
urges."

   "How the hell do you do that," I asked, thinking he was joking.

   "Electroejaculation could be used," Vasilly said, "though I find manual
stimulation to produce better results."

   Chapter Twelve I sat there with Ethan on my lap, as Vasilly forced Ahmed
to kneel on a table, then strapped his wrists and ankles to prevent him
from struggling.  Doctor Gustav stood beside the boy holding a small
metalic rod in his hand that was about five inches long and curved at the
end.  The doctor applied some lube to the metallic dildo as Vasilly knelt
behind Ahmed and slowly started to rub more lubricant into the boy's hole,
massaging the outer ring with his finger, preparing the boy for
penetration. "It's not entirely unpleasant," the doctor said, "he'll enjoy
it for the first part, the last part can be painful, but I agree, he's in
need of some release.  I'd recommend a ring or some other type of chastity
device after that, perhaps I have a cage that would work."

   I nodded, wondering if what was happening really needed to be done.  I
found a great many Atlantean customs to be unnecessary and more for the
benefit of the master's arousal than any real need on the part of the
slave.

   The doctor inserted the metal tube into Ahmed, watching the boy's
reaction, as he moved it around.  The boy let out little gasps and started
to squirm.  The doctor smiled at the boy's reaction, then held the rubber
end of the phallus still as he started to attach small electrodes to the
boys perineum.  The doctor reached over and placed a bowl underneath the
boy's half hard cock.

   "It'll take a few minutes before he starts to leak," the doctor said,
"And from the size of his balls, he'll probably have a good deal of fluid
to catch."

   "He doesn't really cum that much," I said, "maybe half a teaspoon at
most."

   "For his age half a teaspoon is a good deal," the doctor said, smacking
the boy on the bottom.  "How are you doing boy?"

   "It's making my insides tight sir," the boy said, grimacing.

   "Ah," the doctor said, "well hopefully you aren't too sensitive in
there."

   After about seven or eight minutes Ahmed began to whimper.  His cock was
now rock hard and pointed up towards his belly button.  I watched as the
boy began to squirm, then with a sudden cry clear fluid began to leak from
his cock into the bowl.  It was just a small stream, but it was steady. 
The boy began to cry out, gasping as the vibrations from the dildo
continued to work on his small gland, the doctor moved the phallus inside
of the boy in slow strokes, occasionally moving it in circles, increasing
the pressure on the boy's small prostate.

   "Look at that," the doctor said admiring the amount of fluids leaking
from the boy's cock.  "This one's made to milk."

   "Oh master," the boy said, "please stop.  I'll be good, I promise."

   "Quiet boy," Vasilly said, stroking the boy's back, "You can promise all
you like, your master wants to see a boy milked and you're it, so deal with
it."

   The boy sobbed as the flow of clear juice increased, dribbling down into
the bowl.  I watched him, feeling a pang of guilt, then groaned as I felt
Ethan grab my cock.  I looked over at the boy as he smiled at me, obviously
enjoying the older boy's discomfort.  I worried the boy might be a sadist,
he seemed to enjoy suffering too much.

   "Suck me Ethan," I said, causing the boy to blush.

   It was considered poor form to have a free boy suck you in public, but I
didn't care at that moment.  I saw the dark haired boy, the twinkle in his
eye and I couldn't help my desire.  I placed a hand on the back of his neck
and slowly pulled him down to my crotch.

   "There's a lot more to go," Vasilly said, "you don't want to come too
soon."

   "I wont," I said, stroking the back of Ethan's head as I felt his lips
wrap around my cock.

   "He's a horny one," the doctor said, "perhaps you should ask his
parent's to circumcise him, it helps sometimes."

   Ethan tried to pull off my cock to say something, but I held him firmly
in place, ignoring the doctor's comments.  Ahmed was grunting now, almost
as if someone was hitting him with a lash.  His not so little cock stood
painfully erect as it continued to dribble fluid.  Tears were streaming
down the boy's cheeks as he tried in vain to lesson the discomfort.

   "Poor lad," the doctor said, "it seems he lucked out.  Some boy's tend
to find it more unpleasant than others."

   "Do you think we could milk Ethan next," I teased.

   "I'd have to ask him mother," the doctor said, understanding the game,
"but I don't see any reason why not."

   "Please sir," Ethan said, "I don't want to be milked.  Can't I just suck
you?"

   I looked at the boy as seriously as I could muster and said, "I suppose
if you do a good job of keeping me up, we can skip your milking today."

   "Thank you sir," the boy said, quickly returning to my cock.

   I watched the young boy's bright red lips wrap around my cock as he
struggled to take as much as he could inside of his mouth.  He bobbed his
head slowly up and down as his tongue lavished the underside of my cock. 
Although he had little experience sucking a man's cock, mine being his
first, he still seemed to be a natural.

   Time passed as we watched the fluid leaking from Ahmed's cock.  I could
see the muscles in his stomach tighten up every once in awhile as he felt
the the sensation of his prostate producing fluid deep inside of his body.
After thirty minutes he whimpering incessantly, unable to do much more than
jerk his hips now and again as a spasm rocked his body.  I groaned as I
heard Ahmed cry out, tears welling up in his eyes once more as he thrashed
in his bonds.

   "There's another one," the doctor said.

   "Another what," I said.

   "Orgasm," the doctor said, "he's had four so far, the ones towards the
end are the worst.  They can get painful and this poor boy's bottom is very
sensitive.  I hate to see him suffer."

   "It's for his own good," Vasilly said, "If he keeps forcing himself on
little boys they'll cut his balls off, better for him to suffer a bit now,
then to have to be ball-less for the rest of his life."

   Ahmed didn't appear to be listening, instead he was absorbed in the
sensations that filled his body.  He cried out repeatedly as the doctor
thrust the phallus inside of him, almost brutally, applying more pressure
to his small pleasure gland.

   "Look at that," the doctor said, "he's almost filled the bottom of the
bowl.  You could use this one as a milk boy for sure."

   "Milk boy," I said, "you're not telling me they actually milk boys just
for their seed?"

   "Well it's not really seed," the doctor said, "it's pre-seminal fluid to
be exact, `boy juice' is the colloquial term.  The flavor is exceptional, a
delicacy in some parts of Gea.  Of course it's illegal to milk boys like
that, but it doesn't mean it isn't done."

   "That's horrible," I said, even though a part of me was aroused at the
thought of an entire room filled with boy's being milked like poor little
Ahmed.

   "Yes indeed," the doctor said, "look how much he's producing.  Normally
at forty minutes they've stopped leaking at his age, but you're just not
giving up, are you lad?"

   "Please master," Ahmed said, "I can't stand anymore."

   "You can stand it," the doctor said, "You shouldn't have much more
inside, just a bit longer."

   I said nothing, instead concentrating on the sensations young Ethan's
mouth wrapped around my cock.  The boy was watching Ahmed while he worked
on me and I could tell he wasn't giving me his full intention, rather he
was just going through the motions.

   "Ethan," I said, tapping him on his cheek so he looked at me, "you're
supposed to be sucking me, not watching him."

   Ethan gave me a sour look, but returned his attention to the task at
hand.  He still chanced a glance at Ahmed's torment now and again, but only
when the older boy let out a gasp.  I reached down and stroked the boy's
stiff little cock through his underwear, forcing the boy to gasp at the
sensations.  I smiled, even though I felt a bit guilty at my own arousal
from Ahmed's torment.

   "My god," Doctor Gustav said, as the dark skinned boy cried out once
more, thrashing in his bonds, "I'm losing track of how many times this boy
has cum."

   "Seven times," Vasilly said, "I knew he was a horny little slut."

   "Is he done," I asked noticing that the flow of fluids had slowed down
to a mere trickle.

   "Almost," the doctor said.  "We'll get a new bowl to finish him.  We
don't want his seed getting mixed with his juice."

   "No doctor," Vasilly said, "we're trying to keep them under control, not
provide them with more incentive to fuck."

   "I know what I'm doing," the doctor said, "you deprive him of the joys
of sex and he'll be more horny than ever, we need to empty his balls now.
Perhaps the young lad there could suck him dry a few times?"

   "I don't think that's a good idea," I said, knowing full well the stigma
attached to a free boy sucking a slave, or for that matter being fucked by
one.

   "Alright," the man said, "but there's no reason he can't stroke the
lad's dick a few times.  My wrist is sore to be honest."

   "I don't see any reason why he couldn't do that," I said.

   "No," Ethan said, "I wont do it.  I'm not a slave, you can't make me."

   "You're his eromenos and you'll do as you're told," Vasilly said. 
"Unless you want a good lashing and I guarantee I can give you one."

   Ethan whimpered and looked up at me, his eyes pleading to be released
from that indignity.  I patted him on his cheek and smiled, knowing how
hard it must be for the child to be teased so.

   "I'll do it," I said, "it's too much to expect from a boy."

   "Sir," the boy said, "I can do it, I just don't want to.  It's slutty."

   "It's not slutty," I said, "unless you want to do it."

   The boy sighed and looked at me, then at Ahmed.  The older boy was
sobbing now, the fluid had stopped leaking from his cock, but it still
stuck out painfully, twitching as it struggled to release the juice that
wasn't there anymore.

   "I'll do it sir," Ethan said, "If you really want me to."

   "I really do," I said, stroking the boy's back.  "But do it naked,
alright."

   Ethan looked at me, a dark cloud washing over him as he stood up and
removed his tunic, then his undergarments.  He stood there in his sandals
looking very uncomfortable, knowing that the men in the room were lusting
after his body.  His small prick stood at attention, barely three inches
long, sticking straight out from his crotch.

   "It looks to me like you want to do it," Vasilly said, laughing.

   "I can't help it," Ethan said, "it just wont go down."

   "Don't worry," Vasilly said, "if you do a good job, I'm sure Mister Nico
will help you with that."

   "Come now," I said, "go over and help Ahmed finish."

   Ethan trudged grudgingly over to the older boy and knelt beside him.  As
I watched he rubbed some lubricant on his hand and wrapped it around the
older boy's six inch cock and began to stroke the boy.

   "Oh," Ahmed cried out in a mixture of agony and ecstacy.

   Ethan blanched, uncomfortable with the fact he was providing the slave
boy with such a base pleasure.  Vasilly stood beside the boy's his rampant
cock inches from Ethan's face as he stoked his own rising lust.  I shook my
head, knowing the man intended to force the boy to suck him, increasing the
shame of the act.

   "Faster boy," Vasilly said, "It'll take him a week to cum at that pace."

   Ethan let out a deep sigh, but did as he was told.  His small fist
barely wrapped around the older boy's stiff cock.  The sight of it moving
up and down the length was enticing and arousing, but the sounds the older
boy made it more so.  I felt my own seed rising and had to stop myself,
unwilling to let my hand be the receptacle of my own juices.

   "Oh," Ahmed cried as his dick throbbed in the younger boy's hand, thick
streams of cum shot out into the cup the doctor held in front of the boy's
dick.

   "There we go," the doctor said, catching the gobs of seed as it was
released from the boy's balls.  "A few more times and he'll be dry."

   The boy's ecstacy faded after the second orgasm.  The third was almost
unbearable.  Ethan, though, was a trooper, stroking away with the same
determination that he had from the start, looking over at me now, enjoying
the part he was playing in Ahmed's milking.

   "He's didn't have very much that time," the boy said.  "Should we do it
once more."

   "He's still stiff," the doctor said, "I don't see why not."

   Ahmed sobbed, his body completely limp as he lay there, silently begging
for the misery to end.  He looked at the young free boy, his eyes pleading
for mercy, but found none.  Ethan was not even aware of the boy's misery,
his full attention was drawn to the large boy prick in his hand.

   "No more," Ahmed cried, "I can't take it master, please!"

   "Isn't that what Ian said when you tried to force yourself on him," I
asked.

   The boy whimpered, a second later his body convulsed on the table as his
cock throbbed in Ethan's hands, yet this time nothing came out, not even
the slightest drop of fluid.  Ethan looked at me, his pride evident.  The
boy's shame had been out done by his desire to please.

   "Come now," I said to him, "I'm almost ready to cum.  You wont make me
wait now will you?"

   Ethan giggled and ran over to me and kneeled down between my legs.  He
watched my face as he took me in his mouth, enjoying the pleasure that he
found there.  I groaned, grabbing him firmly by his hair as I pulled his
mouth down on to my cock, filling the boy's throat.  The boy didn't
struggle, rather he gave into my lusts, even as I grunted, releasing all my
pent up juices into the boy's mouth.

   "Oh Ethan," I cried, holding him still as my cock shot thick streams of
cum into the boy's throat.  The boy looked at me, wincing now and again as
my cock throbbed against his throat muscles.  I could tell he was
struggling to keep up with the cum gushing out into his mouth, but he
managed quite bravely.  When it was done, he let my softening dick plop out
of his mouth, only to turn and find Vasilly waiting there, his own erection
inches from the boy.

   "Come now Ethan," the man said, "you wouldn't keep your mentor's cousin
suffering would you."

   The boy frowned at the man, but didn't argue.  He had learned by now
that arguing with Vasilly was pointless.  The man's cock entered the boy's
mouth quickly, filling it up, sloshing around the small remnants of seed
inside of the boy's palate.  The boy grimaced slightly at the taste, still
unaccustomed to the thickness of a man's cum.

   The doctor pulled the phallus from Ahmed's bottom then untied the
sobbing child.  The boy could barely stand as the man helped him off the
table.  I could see the misery in the boy's face and without the lust in my
loins to soften my compassion, I felt guilty for forcing the boy through
such a torment.

   "Here it comes boy," Vasilly said, thrusting his dick as far into
Ethan's mouth as he could manage.

   I heard the young boy gag as he attempted to handle the savage fucking
of his mouth.  Vasilly gasped as his cock throbbed spitting out it's own
seed.  The boy's throat bobbed as he swallowed everything the man offered.
I felt my dick twitch with excitement at the sight, wondering for a second
if I could get it up for a second go with the boy.

   "9 millilitres of seed and 14 millilitres of juice," the doctor said as
he lifted the boy's liquids from a scale.  "Quite impressive my boy."

   Ahmed looked at the fluids that had been forced from his body with a
mixture of trepidation and wonder, unable to fathom that he actually held
that much inside of his body.  The doctor smiled and turned to Ethan.

   "My boy," the doctor said, "it seems a waste to let this fluid go, would
you care for it?"

   Ethan looked at me and blanched, obviously wanting no part in eating the
other boy's seed, slave or not.  I pushed him towards the doctor and nodded
my head, feeling that it might help the boy to take less pleasure in
other's misery if he had to eat the results of that misery.

   "But it's from him," Ethan said, "He's a slave.  I can't do that.  Mommy
would be so mad."

   "I wont tell your mother," I said encouraging the boy.

   "Neither will I," Vasilly said, "besides it will help your balls to
grow."

   "Really," Ethan said, not believing the man.

   "Some scientists do believe the ingestion of semen can help to increase
the rate of physical maturity," the doctor said, "it's also been thought to
lesson depression in women."

   "I'm not a woman," Ethan said.

   "Of course you aren't," the doctor said as he poured Ahmed's 'boy juice'
into the cup with the boy's seed.  "I was just telling you the medicinal
value."

   Ethan took the cup and looked at the slimy fluid inside.  He'd already
tasted as much from Vasilly and I today, the thought of drinking more
seemed to make the boy queazy.  The doctor lifted the cup to the boy's lips
and he looked at us one last time, then tilted the cup back, letting all
the slimy fluid flow into his mouth.  He had to swallow three times to
drink it all.  I watched and was amazed at how much the sight aroused me.

   Ethan's mother did find out that he had drank Ahmed's seed.  She was not
happy with the boy, but she was even more upset with Vasilly and myself,
claiming we were trying to march the boy to the slave authority.  At the
time I had no idea what she was talking about, but it would only be a
matter of days before I did.

   To be Continued--

   I may rewrite this chapter, which is the reason I posted it as a
seperate document.