To the bathroom came the sound of laughter and screams of the guests. Stine was giving a business party. The slaves were busy serving the guests. As the party was a business one, not thematic, the masters were occupied mainly with each other. Punished Alon was standing fastened by the elbows and knees in the bathroom, a funnel with a wide end was inserted into the sphincter so that the anus served as a sink for the drunk guests. Ad at the party was a free slave to decorate. The decoration was sitting on the bathroom floor, talking to Alon.
“We lived far from the sea, but we had a river,” said Alon.
“You like water?” Ad smiled. “We have water everywhere. Sea, rivers…”
“Where?”
“Where I came from.”
“Kee-Niu? Is it far?”
“Yes, it’s far. Oceania has just scattered islands in the ocean. Further then Indonesi, further than the Phillipines. Kee-Niu is a state, a few islands, that's all. On my island, I even know all the residents,” Ad laughed. “I live on the main island. Lived.”
“The capital?”
“Yep.”
Alon smiled, his eyes lit up, he'd like to see where Ad lived. Had lived. Now he lived here, and he sat in the bathroom on the floor with a punished slave. And refused to go to…
In the toilet came in Antey Rassen, the man had already been here, after Paris, they failed to persuade Ad, and to withdraw the boy immediately becoming dead by force, the men couldn’t. What kind of man would doom such a treasure to misfortune? Antey dazzlingly smiled, brushed a glance at Ad.
“Why are you here?” he asked. “Shouldn't you be in the hall and satisfy the masters? I don't have a company.”
“Get away from me...” whispered Ad, knowing that he would probably be led to the hall.
Antey unzipped his pants and started to urinate into the funnel. When finished, put out his hand to Ad. Ad turned away. Antey chuckled.
“I wonder, do you behave the same with the local misfits? Sending off, turning away? I heard some people get nervous about it. What do they do for that? Ah?”
Ad was staring at the floor, scratching it.
“Look at me,” Antey hit the wall next to the Ad. The boy looked up. The man squeezed the boy's chin, lifted his face to him, bent down and kissed Ad. The boy floppily didn’t answer. “Go away!”
Ad didn’t wait for further symptoms of hysteria of the man, jumped out of the bathroom, stood in the doorway. Antey slammed the door behind him, without caring if the door would hit the curious boy who tried to go back. Antey was walking around the room, spat out a few phrases in Rench. He waited for a few months for Ad to come to his senses.
“Tell me what this is?” He turned to Alon hysterically.
Somebody was trying to open the door, Antey snatched it, slammed it, and locked it. Nobody was willing to get to the toilet anymore; nobody wanted to come under fire of the anger of the coryphee.
“I’m sorry, master, I don't understand the question,” the hysteria of Antey scared, Alon decided that he did the right thing when hadn’t asked Paris to pick him up together with Ad. Sadists such as Antey were sophisticated, surely, they did what they threatened with. He had heard a lot about them. It was better to stay, even though with evil, but the narrow-minded masters.
“Ah,” Antey woundedly moved his head, rubbed his lips, leaned on the wall and lit a cigarette.
Alon winced, thought that lately he was too often caught by surprise. When he had dreams with a boy, someone must have interfered with them.
“Antey, let me go in,” Ad was knocking on the toilet.
The man didn’t answer, trying to calm down, smoked, shaking off the ashes in a portable ashtray, which he carried with him.
“Antey…”
Behind the door all was quiet, there was a romp, and then the sunny voice of Paris.
“Antey, it’s me.”
Antey reached for the door, unlocked it without opening, and again leaned on the wall. Paris entered the room, not giving Ad anything to see from behind his back.
“What?” Paris looked around. There was no sign of anything that would scare Ad to tears.
“Nothing,” Antey replied with hidden hysteria. “I’m smoking.”
The man defiantly expelled smoke.
“Ad ran in the hall...” Paris sat on the closed toilet seat. “Well, look, if you can't bear it, let's take him away and forget it all like a nightmare.”
“I can't stand that I can't understand what he wants!” Antey again fell into a hysteria that had seemed to be finished.
Paris smiled, put his hand on the thigh of Alon.
“Let's take this guy!” Antey got angry. “I can put a funnel into his ass at parties if he likes it!”
“This man came here himself,” angrily said Paris, took his hand away. “I asked him to come with me. Do you think it didn’t come to my mind? But the fact that additionally, you will need to take one more person whom he'd be licking the boots, who would fuck him with a strap-on, loudly ask if he likes when he is beaten... Do you like it?” Paris turned to Alon.
Ad aggressively scratched in the door. The men didn't pay attention to it. Alon undoubtedly didn’t like everything that mistress was doing, but when the Ad would cease to go crazy on him, he would no longer be necessary, and they would kill him. And maybe earlier to interrupt the protracted love of Ad.
“Yes, master, I love mistress Aletta,” replied Alon.
“Hear that?”
“Inconceivable,” Antey stroke his hair. “Why don't you marry that ageing slut?!”
“He doesn't need to.”
“Would live as a human being…”
“He doesn't need to be a human. He loves it. Do you like it?” Paris asked Alon again.
“Yes, master.”
“Yes, maters,” Paris repeated to Antey.
Masters liked to hear confirmation of their words, that Alon learned with blood. And now, the resentment for the fact that they thought about him worse didn’t block the fear.
“So? How much more Ad will live in this shithole?” asked Antey.
“Until it gets boring.”
“To whom?”
“To you, Antey. What do you suggest? To take mistress Aletta? Let's get some women in your house. They will drag their friends; how else could it be? They'll try to get into your bed and mine and in our friends' beds.”
Antey again switched to Rench.
“Open the door!” Ad was plaintively meowing at the door.
“Why the fuck you need that woman? If you want power, so be a normal fag,” Antey angrily threw. Alon routinely squeezed, expecting the kick. “Why the fuck do you produce women who don’t know their place!”
Antey nervously put out a cigarette butt, slammed the ashtray. Came out of the bathroom, rushed to Ad, pinning him to the wall, greedily moved against his neck, breathing in the heady fragrance.
“You're here until I allow,” he hissed, and pulling back sharply, went to the hall.
“Mr. Paris, why don't you take Ad with force?” asked Alon.
“Because it is undignifingly for a man to deny to the slave’s whims,” sighed Paris.
“Is it dignifying for him to be here or he would be treated the same way at your place?”
“You have no idea how slaves are treated,” Paris got up. “So it’s happened, the boy is happier with you than without you. Although you are a rare joke of life. Why don't you buy a house somewhere, pay a prostitute mistress to come... Ah,” Paris waved his hand.
Ad ran into the bathroom, sat down in front of Alon.
“How are you, my god?”
Alon rubbed his cheek against the face of Ad.
“There's nothing wrong with me.”
“Oh, God! “ Paris spoke with disgust and annoyance. “Seems to be a normal man and turns out to be such an asshole.”
Paris took aim, threw candy in Ad and left.
“And no one will touch me now the whole evening. Antey's freaking out.” Smiled Ad, and unwrapped the candy, put it in the mouth of Alon. Alon chewed the expensive candy and shared it with Ad.
A staggering woman came into the bathroom spacey looked around, she was sick, she leaned over to the funnel and vomited.
“Meh, lady...” Ad got back from her and clung to Alon.
The drunk guest hiccupped in response, she vomited again in Alon and went to the sink to wash and freshen up.
Then came many more, someone was vomiting, someone has choosen to urinate in Alon, and not in the toilet. Far after midnight, the guests began to disperse. Stine came in the toilet.
“How many people defecated in you?” he asked Alon.
Alon didn’t count, but certainly, the master wanted to know the exact number for his humiliation.
“Twenty-two, master.”
“I think that's enough. Go, Antey is calling you,” said Stine to Ad.
“He’s said he wouldn’t touch me today!”
“He wants to say goodbye. Party's over.”
Ad rubbed over the thigh Alon on the cheek and left. Stine locked the door. Moved a little the funnel in Alon, pulled it out and threw it in the sink.
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