Chapter 3

Standing a bit away from the gate Kisaki looked at the scribbling on the paper and wished he knew what it said but then he took a deep breath and went over to where the guard stood. He didn’t dare saying anything to him but stood and waited until he was going to be noticed. The guard ignored him for several minutes but then as it seemed the slave was going to stand there all day he finally turned to look at him. "You again? What is it now?" Kisaki just looked down and handed him the paper. He looked at it for what seemed and eternity for Kisaki but then turned to open the big gate. "All right, you can go through but don’t be long. I’m getting release in 45 minutes and I can’t guarantee that the next guard will let you in again." He said he would hurry up and sneaked through, half running towards the maintenance buildings. He got a few odd looks and a few mock catcalls as he entered the kitchen and felt a slight blush from it but ignored them and asked if anyone had seen Renka. They told him he was in the woodshed getting firewood and he left as quickly. Kisaki swung the woodshed door open and peeped in to the dusk. "Renka? You in there?" Total silence met him but then there was a loud crash as if someone had dropped a whole armful of wood. And suddenly the door was ripped out his hands and flung open and Renka was standing right in front him and stared at him as if he had been a ghost. "Kisaki? Is that you? My God…" Kisaki wasn’t quite prepared for the bigger boy’s spontaneous hug of pure happiness. He squeaked as his feet left the ground and the strong boy’s arms threatened to break his spine. "Damn it Renka… put me down! You’ll break my back!" He gasped all the air squeezed out of his lungs. Renka obeyed and let go. "You’re alive!" He shouted. Kisaki smiled and rubbed at the small of his back. "Just about…" Renka turned at once serious. "I thought… Some of the slaves in the kitchen said they just came and took you away and then you didn’t come back and I thought… I even asked Boka but the bastard wouldn’t tell me. Gave me a black eye…" He suddenly looked all pale and as if he was going to just sink to the ground. "God Kisaki, I really thought… it… it hasn’t been easy you know…" But then he got mad instead. "You little… why didn’t you let me know you were all right? Have you any idea what it has been like?" "I’m sorry Renka. I really couldn’t get away until today. They wouldn’t let me go down here before and…" Renka wasn’t listening; he had just noticed the way he looked. "God what happened to you?" Renka took a step backwards and just stared, mouth open. Stared at the black trousers that showed every enticing curve of his friend’s slim thighs and flared out a little over his calves. Stared at the black sleeveless top hugging his chest tight and revealing his flat smooth-skinned belly and the little well in its midst. And he looked so clean and his hair, when had it ever been so shiny? "Wow… you look… and what the hell is this?" He reached a hand out and touched at his neck. "What did you do?" Kisaki looked as embarrassed as ever at his friend’s incredulous stare. "Nothing, I didn’t do a damn thing. It was the steward. He thought being a private would get to my head. I would have told him I’m not like that but who would listen to me? I hate it and…" Seemed Renka wasn’t listening to him either. His hand had traveled from the steel collar up to his hair and his callused fingers felt at it with amazement. "Wow… you just look like a girl or something." Kisaki got a bit irritated. "Hey, are you happy to see me or not? I can’t stay long, don’t you want to know what happened?" Renka snapped out of it and looked embarrassed. "I’m sorry. Of course I’m happy to see you. God I really, really thought you were dead. I’ve been seeing it in front of me every waking hour. You whipped to shreds…. Lying in a pool of your own blood. I kept hoping that it was just that that student had taken you to get to play a little but when you didn’t come back… I can’t believe he made a private out of you. God, you outrank me by far now, you know." Kisaki shook his head in earnest. He didn’t want to agree to that. "Oh don’t talk like that. Besides I just wish I was back here." Renka sat down on a block of wood and pulled him down beside him. "You can’t be serious. A slave such as you can’t get a better life than this. Look at you…" Renka could not get over how pretty his little friend was. He had never realized that Kisaki actually looked that good. It made him feel a bit self conscious in his friend’s presence in a way he had never felt before. "No, I want to be back here with you," Kisaki said hanging his head, "I hate it there. I hate these damn clothes, everyone stares at you as if you were a rare animal and weren’t people staring at me enough before? And I hate this damn collar. I’m not rebellious, it isn’t fair." "Fair? Ha!" Renka didn’t even have the strength to go there. He hawked and hemmed for a while though but finally spoke. "Uh… they treat you good otherwise or what? He doesn’t beat you, does he? You don’t look like he does… And what about… you know? Has he…?" Kisaki looked down and blushed a little. "No, he hasn’t touched me. Not yet. He’s very nice. He doesn’t beat me. He yells at me sometimes but you know I’m so damn good at screwing things up so I guess it’s the least I can expect. He’s gets angry real fast so it’s strange actually that he hasn’t hit me yet. But he’s really nice, he gave me permission to come here just so I could tell you, you know." "Really?" Renka looked surprised. "Yes, honest to God. But I don’t know if he’ll let me go down here more times. God I’ll miss you up there you know, and I must stay there for two years." Renka coughed and looked away. "You know Kisaki. A private doesn’t just get sent to the maintenance unless he has done something really bad. I don’t think you will be sent back here after those two years." Kisaki turned with wide eyes. "What?" Renka shrugged. "Think about it. You are young; you will stay pretty like that for many years still and when these two years are up you will be well trained. You really think they will waste such a slave on the kitchens? You will never be back here Kisaki. When that student leaves they will give you to another." Kisaki just sat there mouth open and Renka put an awkward arm around his shoulders. "You’d be a hell of a lot better off though and you’ll get other friends. I suppose… suppose it would be best if you just kind of forgot me all together. You might not be able to come back and even if this one is nice to you and lets you come here now and then the next one will surely not." Kisaki shook his arm off his shoulder with a frown. "You took a beating in my place, do you think I will ever forget that? God I hate them, why couldn’t they just have let me be?" They were silent for a while but then Renka spoke again. "You didn’t give me a real answer before. Has he used you yet?" Kisaki shook his head. "I told you. No. He hasn’t touched me. I don’t think he will. Oh I hope he will not… And he stopped the others from touching me too. Said he wanted to "break me in" himself. Is that what it is?" Renka nodded. "Afraid so... Ah… I’m sure you’ll get use to it." Kisaki shuddered at the sympathy and pity in Renka’s voice. He didn’t want to tell him now, just how bad it was, he gathered. Didn’t want to scare him but he couldn’t hide it in his voice. There was a cold lump in Kisaki’s stomach. "And they said something about rings too. Do you know what that is about? Not even my master knew." Renka shook his head slowly. "Sorry, haven’t got a clue. Rings you say? No I don’t know what they might have meant by that." Kisaki sighed miserably and rose. "Look, I must go… I will try to come back you hear. I won’t forget you and I will bring some good stuff to eat and… and such…" Renka could see Kisaki was fighting with the tears and tried to ease it up for him a bit. "That sounds great. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine and I won’t forget you either. Now you had better go so you won’t be in trouble and I must fix the wood. Come on! Go! I’ll see you soon again." Renka had a bit of trouble with fighting his own tears as he saw the thin black clothed back disappear around the building. He was happy Kisaki was alive and well but he doubted he would be seeing very much of him in the future. He realized he would be missing him as much as when he had though he was dead. >>> * <<< Sami was very happy to have got the rest of the day off. It was the first time so far they had got a few hours off. But he got rather annoyed when that little black-haired runt of his were nowhere in sight as he came home. Then he remembered he had given him permission to go down to the maintenance quarters to see that "friend" of his. Ha! And Boka had said he was untouched. Sami sniffed and went over to the stove to make himself something to eat. He kept standing there just staring. Damn if he knew how to work the stove… There was a rustle in the door. "It was about time you came back," Sami grumbled without turning, "I’m about to starve to death here." There was a snort behind him. "Well too bad. I am sure not going to make you dinner." Sami spun around and looked a bit embarrassed. It wasn’t Kisaki at all but the steward. "Uh… sorry. I thought…" The steward shrugged. "Thought I’d come and see you about certain matters since you have a few hours off. How’s it working out with the lowly one?" Sami bade the steward sit and sat down on a chair opposite from him. "Fine I suppose. He doesn’t cause me any trouble." "So you are going to keep him then?" Sami nodded. "I am, yes." "Then there is the matter of the rings. It should be done as soon as possible. I thought today would be fine." Sami was a bit reluctant to reveal his ignorance but guessed he had to. "Uh… what rings?" The steward sighed and made a tsk-sound, shaking his head just like Sami knew he would. God that man annoyed him. "All private slaves are pierced. We pierce their ears for aesthetic reasons and we pierce their nipples for that reason as well and for your pleasure. We pierce their tongues. That’s definitely for your pleasure," he grinned widely, "and finally we pierce the cock-head, that’s so they won’t be able to copulate with each other the frisky little critters." Sami just stared. "You can’t be serious?" he said. The steward frowned. "Most surely am. As I said it’s done to them all. There’s nothing to it. Sure it hurts a bit but most of them heal up fast if they keep the wounds clean. Most of them quite enjoy it too after some time. Apparently the nipple and cock rings heightens the sensibility in those areas." Sami still looked almost nauseated. "And I suppose this is a rule too?" The steward nodded. "Of course. It simply has to be done, the sooner the better." Sami was hesitant. Poor boy. If he had known he might have taken one of the slaves offered him anyway. At least they had already gone through it many years ago and were healed up. Poor kid really. "Well, yes. I guess it’s better we do it as soon as possible then." "Good, good we can bring him at once." Sami sighed and leaned back. "Oh, he isn’t here. I let him go down to the kitchen, we will have to wait I’m afraid." The steward looked very annoyed. "Wait? Sit and wait for such a measly slave brat? I will have one of my men go and get him right away." But Sami grabbed his arm, as he was about to rise and made him sit down again nailing him to the chair with a piercing look. "We wait!" He said. >>> * <<<   Kisaki got nervous right away as he walked into the little house and saw the steward and his master sitting at the table staring at him. Something was wrong it seemed. "That was about time," scowled the steward, "are you supposed to roam this place at your leisure ha?" He turned to Sami and rose. "Now bring the little imp so we can be finished with it already!" Sami frowned. That steward was one hell of an impatient old geezer. "Aren’t we even going to explain it to him first?" He said. "Explain? What’s there to explain, he’ll only start crying about it and make a scene. Just bring the boy will you!" "All right, all right," Sami burst out, very irritated now and rose to grab at Kisaki’s arm, "all right for goodness sake. Well? Lead the way then!" The steward put his nose in the air but said nothing just turned and walked away. Sami followed and dragged a very scared Kisaki along. >>> * <<< What now? What had he done now? His master had said he could ask him things, had he not? Maybe he dared ask what was going on. He seemed a bit angry, holding him pretty hard. But it was like he was mostly angry with the steward. "Master? Forgive me for speaking… but… but… am I to be punished for something?" Sami looked at him and looked a bit taken aback. He let go of the hard grip and put an arm around his shoulders instead. "No, no of course not. You haven’t done anything. It’s just their stupid rules again. I would never have come up with such a stupid idea but it has to be done he says," Kisaki looked as bewildered as ever, "the rings," Sami clarified with a wince, "apparently it’s time to put them in." Kisaki stared wide-eyed up at him. "Rings Master?" Sami sighed. "You’ll get it soon enough I’m afraid. Now be quiet!" They walked into the bath again and the same two men that had fetched him from the kitchen were in there too. They grinned seeing him and they grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed him down on that same damn footstool. Kisaki dared yet another questioning and pleading look in his master direction but he looked away. One of the men placed a small table in front him and put a candle on it which he lit. The other placed a plate next to the candle a heap of shiny looking things on it. Kisaki still didn’t get a thing but gasped out aloud as one of them suddenly held a very vicious looking needle in front his eyes and started to pass it back and forth through the flame of the candle. It was a very sharp and somewhat thick silver needle about five inches long and Kisaki could not avert his eyes from its gleaming point slowly blackening with soot. The man held it up once again and looked sternly at him. "Now we are just going to pierce your earlobes. Nothing to it, you’ll just feel a short sting that’s all. Now are you going to be still or do we have to tie you up?" Kisaki swallowed but nodded. The sight of the needle did make him very uneasy to say the least but if piercing his ears were all they were going to do then he could handle it. So that was what they had meant by ‘the rings’. The other man clawed his hair out of the way and he closed his eyes grimacing a little as the needle went through. It did hurt but it wasn’t unbearable. They took a thick ring from the plate and put it in then repeated it all on his other ear. It had not been nice but he had lived through it and now it was over. He shook his head and felt the unfamiliar heaviness. It somewhat worried him though that there were still shiny metal left on that plate. The man with the needle started to pass it through the flame again and Kisaki stared, as if mesmerized, at it. Were they going to pierce something else? But what? He did not have anymore ears had he? And he had never seen rings put anywhere else. He startled so much he nearly elevated from the footstool as the other man came up behind and put his hands on his shoulders. "Take the shirt off!" He said and started tugging at it. He obeyed, but he got more scared as the seconds passed and it didn’t help that as soon as he had gotten the top off the man pulled his arms back and tied them off. The first man held the needle up again and put a strong hand around his chin. "Now just open your mouth for me and stick your tongue out and you’ll be a good boy." Kisaki did not trust that honey laced voice one bit. Stick his tongue out? A chill went up his back. They weren’t seriously going to plunge that needle right through his tongue, were they? He shook his head slowly. He didn’t want to disobey but just couldn’t bring himself to do that. The grip about his jaw tightened considerably. "Didn’t your hear what I told you? I said open your mouth!" The honey had turned to vinegar in a second. Kisaki just stared in horror at the needle and stubbornly clenched his mouth shut. Now the other man still having his hands on his shoulders got irritated too. "Now either you obey or we’ll do something to you that will make you scream to get that mouth open and that will hurt a hell of a lot more than this needle through your tongue, believe me." He whimpered at the threat but just pressed his lips into a thin line. The men gave each other a look in agreement. Apparently they had come across this problem before and knew just what to do. Quick as a snake the first man suddenly and without the slightest warning plunged the needle into his thigh and the unexpected pain sure did make him yell. The other man was prepared and pressed a stick of wood into his mouth as soon as he let out the agonized scream. He grinned holding his head brutally bent backward with both hands on the ends of the stick. "Told you! It wouldn’t be pleasant but you had to be defiant, hadn’t you?" Sami had had just about enough. He stormed up to them and pushed the man with the needle away and turned to the one holding Kisaki. "Let go right this minute!" He bellowed. The man obeyed from sheer surprise and took a few wary steps backwards. "There will be no such dirty tricks while I’m around," Sami continued as angered, "isn’t it enough you’ll torture him with this damn needle, you have to scare the living daylights out of him too?" Sami took the stick out of his mouth and threw it away, rubbing lightly at the red marks at the corners of his mouth with his thumb. Then he crouched down to get at eye level with the frightened boy. "I’ll explain it too you, " he took the plate from the table and put it in his lap, "they want to put these rings and bars in your tongue, your nipples and… ahem… in your member…" Kisaki gasped and Sami stroke his arm. "Calm down, it’s not dangerous, it can’t be, they do it to all. Every private slave has these things put in. Every one of them. Now if those sissies can take it then so can you, don’t you think? It will hurt of course, I won’t lie to you but you felt how sharp this needle was and how fast it was over at them piercing the ears, right? Piercing the rest will hurt a bit more, yes because it’s more sensitive areas but not that much more. I for one am certain that you can handle it. Now you are not a coward are you?" Kisaki shook his head but then nodded. Oh he was to a coward, the biggest one you had ever seen. He gave up a pathetic sob. Sami sighed but kept patient. "Look, I will be here and I wont’ let them use any tricks on you. I’ll hold your hand if it makes you feel better. Now how about it?" Kisaki gave his master the most pleading look. "Oh please… must I…?" Sami sighed even deeper. "If it were just up to me… no! I think it’s stupid, but you know I don’t really own you. You belong to the academy and they decide. I have no say in this I’m afraid and they will do it no matter what any of us say. So the more you resist the worse it’s going to be for you. So just do what they say and it will all be over in a couple of minutes. Now you don’t want to make me irritated Kisaki, right?" He supposed he didn’t and looked down. Finally he nodded slowly hanging his head. "I… I will do as they say…", he whispered. But as they neared him again he looked so scared that Sami once again stopped them with a wave of his hand. They sighed and muttered in irritation. "What now?" Sami ignored them and pulled Kisaki from the footstool, turned him around and unfastened the silk rope binding his hands. Then to all of their surprise, Kisaki’s not least; he sat himself down and pulled Kisaki down into his lap. Sami caught his legs with his own legs and held Kisaki’s arms to his chest. Kisaki gasped at the strength of his master, he couldn’t have got away if he tried. It felt safe in a way too, and he did stick his tongue out this time as they commanded him too. It stung like hell as they pushed it through and tears of pain ran over his cheeks but as soon as they put the bar in the pain was gone. It was damn uncomfortable though, he thought, the bar seemed to fill his whole mouth up. Kisaki really tried to be brave about the rest but Sami had to work to hold him still and try to calm him down as they went for his nipples. And Kisaki might have been a bit ashamed about it but he couldn’t help screaming and sobbing as his left nipple was painfully pulled outwards and the thick needle entered the tough skin behind it. He thought he would go mad if they would do the other nipple too and begged shamelessly to be spared. The steward’s helpers ignored his whimpers completely but Sami really had a hard time not to let the poor kid go. He used his strength on the defenseless boy and forced him to be still only because he knew they would treat him more brutally. "Only one ring left," the man with the needle grinned and held it up over the flame again, "and this time we’d better tie him." Kisaki understood very well what they meant to do now and it made him go almost hysterical. Reluctantly Sami had to agree about the ropes for it seemed no words could make him willingly pat his legs for this; he squirmed too damn much. So they forced him on his back on the tiled floor and ripped his trousers off of him. They tied his legs to a pair of pillars holding the roof up. Sami didn’t let them tie his hands this time either though but leaned over him so that he couldn’t see what was done and told him to put his arms around his neck. He might have somewhat regretted that gesture as Kisaki involuntarily clawed at his hair so much Sami though he must have pulled it out by the roots and screamed to high heaven right in his ear. Sami thought for sure that that ear would never be quite functional again. Later, Kisaki must admit that when they pierced his cock head it had really not hurt all that much. Both the nipples and the tongue piercing had been worse really, but he had reacted more from being so frightened than the actual piercing. >>> * <<< When they walked back to the house Kisaki was still a bit shook up by the ordeal but was surprised at how little it hurt when it was all finished. He pretty much felt an unfamiliar heaviness here and there, that was all. So it hadn’t been much to it really. And he felt pretty stupid and like the biggest coward on earth acting the way he had. And he was really worried that his master would punish him for pulling so hard at his hair. That had to have hurt. But Sami said nothing about it. About one and a half day later it was a whole different matter all together. By then Kisaki’s tongue had swollen so much he couldn’t say one intelligible word and couldn’t get a bite down. And his nipples throbbed and it stung so much when he tried to pee that he all but cried. He tried not to show how much in pain he really was but Sami noticed how he looked kind of feverish and saw the redness and of course Kisaki couldn’t hide that he couldn’t even speak. Sami swore hell and damnation on the steward and took Kisaki to the academy doctor. The doctor had not seemed the least surprised by his ailments and gave him a healing salve and told him how to clean it all properly. It did seem to heal up a bit during the weeks to come then, but it would not heal up completely until much later and Kisaki really hated it all and would have ripped it all out if only he dared.

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