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Josh is Sold as a Slave in Prison

Josh had been fascinated by Russian culture since his early teens. Now with his degree under his belt, he was studying for a PhD on the early life of Fyodor Dostoevsky. To further his research, he had managed to get a visa in order to consult some of the Russian archives and was now hanging out in Moscow. It was a dream come true, walking in footsteps of Bulgakov and Mayakovsky. He was financing himself with bar work and saving money by staying in a slightly run down house, with a dozen other people. An outsider might have described them as students, but no one seemed to turn up to any lectures. He didn't know them well, but was happy to share a beer.

Life was great, or it was until 1.32am on Wednesday, 13th August.

They had been having a quiet drink, smoking a little dope and putting the world to rights when there was an almighty crash as the front door was forced off its hinges by a police battering ram. In a trice, dozens of nervous looking, armed policemen were all over the house. It happened so quickly, it seemed a mere second before Josh was handcuffed and on his way to a police station. They were all thrown in the 'cage' and it was only then that time began to slow down. What the fuck was happening? No police force sent a dozen armed cops to arrest a few students for smoking grass. He looked to Ruslan, the oldest of the residents and their unofficial leader. To his surprise, although normally laid-back, he now seemed very worried. He was gesticulating wildly as he discussed their plight with his brothers, Shamil and Hasan. Eventually Josh got his attention. Ruslan put his hand on his shoulder and tried to reassure him. He said the raid was probably a mistake, but the Russians were sensitive about the threat of Chechen 'terrorism', so they had probably got him and his brothers mixed up with other Chechens with similar names. He advised Josh to say nothing, as anything he said could be twisted by the 'fascist pigs'.

If this was a 'terrorist' bust, Josh knew was in the clear. So at the first opportunity he called over one of the policemen and explained he was English and asked to speak to the officer in charge.

Ten minutes later he was taken to an interview room. There he was seen by a stony faced policeman sitting at a desk.

"Name?"

"Josh Trubshaw. I am sure there has been a mistake, I am a British citizen and have only been in Russia for a few weeks. You can't honestly think I would be mixed up in a terrorist plot?"

"'We never make mistakes'. We found over ten kilograms of cocaine under the floorboards in the kitchen. Would you like to tell me, who supplied it and where you were going to sell it?"

"I know nothing about drugs at all. I am simply here to do some academic research."

"OK, I am too tired to argue. All I can say is if you don't cooperate things could get tough and I don't think you are made to do ten years in the camps. Think about it. The Inspector will interview you formally, but I would strongly advise you tell him everything you know."

Ten years! Josh's heart sank. For the first time since his arrest, he was truly frightened. He knew over 99% of all Russian criminal cases ended in conviction. So if the police decided he knew about the drugs he was in deep, deep trouble. He would be thirty by the time he was released. All his knew about 'the camps' was what he read of Solzhenitsyn and Baldaev. They would be better now, but still terrible. He was desperate, he pleaded, "You gave got be believe me, I know nothing about the drugs."

"Shut it."

"I am a British citizen. I demand to see my consul."

"As we believe the drugs were going to be used to finance terrorism, we can hold you for seven days in isolation. Now take you clothes off. We need them for forensics."

Josh was too shell-shocked to argue and slowly removed his clothing, until he was only wearing his boxers. But the policeman wasn't satisfied, "I said strip. Don't fucking play games with me."

Josh had his finger prints taken, then had the standard 'mug shots' and finally was photographed stark naked, back and front. The policeman put on some latex gloves and asked Josh to open his mouth, which he roughly examined. He then ordered him to spread his legs and examined his penis and finally got him to turn around and bend over. Josh knew what was coming but this knowledge did not save him from the pain or humiliation as the policemen forced his fingers into his anus.

"Kneel."

The policeman unzipped his trousers. "Give me a suck."

Josh was stunned. This couldn't be happening to him. He simply did not know what to do. He was almost thinking obeying, when he heard the door swing open.

"What the hell, are you doing Sergeant?"

"He offered, sir. He is like a bitch on heat."

"Get out."

Josh stayed on his knees, too surprised to do anything. The new policeman sat down and arranged some papers in front of him. After a few minutes he invited Josh to sit in other chair, "My name is Inspector Fomich. You, young man are in a lot of trouble. This is the largest haul of coke we have had in Moscow this year. You will all be going down, it just depends for how long. If you give me a full confession now, you might be out in five. If you are obstinate it will be ten or fifteen."

Josh was silent. He couldn't say anything, he didn't know anything.

"Come on Mr Trubshaw. They would sell you out in seconds. Who was the ringleader and how did they get the drugs to Moscow?"

"I don't know, sir. Honestly."

"Think it over, son. We'll do a formal interview tomorrow. Tell me what you know and I will do my best for you. Hold out and I will crucify you. I see the damage drugs do every day on the streets and I have utter contempt for those who cause this misery. So think carefully Mr Trubshaw, tomorrow's your last chance." With that he pressed a concealed button to summon his Sergeant.

Looking at the naked boy, Fomich seemed almost sincere when he said, "Sorry we have run out of uniforms. We'll get some sent over tomorrow."

The Sergeant man-handled Josh against the wall and handcuffed him, "The cage?"

"No, Petrovich, he would be raped if he went in there with tonight's scum. Put him in a holding cell."

"Why not let him find out what life in the camps will be like? He'll soon be back here on his knees, ready to tell you everything he knows."

"No, I don't want him touched." Turning to Josh he continued, "Son, I won't be able to protect you for ever. As an attractive foreigner, you will be gang raped as soon as you get to the camps. You know you will have to submit. My advice would be to choose your 'protector' very carefully and for God's sake make sure the gangs don't force you to become a camp whore. Your only chance of avoiding this is to make a full confession."

Josh gulped, a 'camp whore'? "But sir, I really did not know about the drugs."

But the Inspector wasn't listening. He merely dismissed him with a weary wave of his hand.

As Josh passed the cage, he was greeted with a shower of obscene comments. When he finally got to the cell, his relief was short-lived. The place was filthy. It was also freezing cold. He wrapped himself in a revolting blanket and sat on the bunk. He was in a lot of trouble and he knew it. Fomich wanted answers and he knew nothing. He thought of anything he could tell the policeman, but couldn't come up with even the smallest scrap of information. Josh even thought of fabricating something, but he knew it wouldn't work. He simply did not know how drugs dealers operated. He eventually dozed off, but his dreams seemed worse than being awake. He woke the next morning when the guard gave him the most disgusting 'food' he had ever seen. He was then left to his own thoughts. He listened and heard the shouts and screams from other parts of the police station. This was living hell.

Just after a revolting lunch, Sergeant Petrovich entered his room. Josh stood, blanket held tightly around his body and asked, "Sir, have the new uniforms arrived?"

"No, they should be here this evening. Now don't be difficult. Someone wants to see you." He firmly pulled the blanket from Josh's grasp, turned him around and handcuffed him.

Josh tried to resist as Petrovich pushed him towards the door. It had been bad enough walking naked through a deserted prison the previous night, but now it would be far worse as all the prisoners would be out of their cells. As he looked up, he saw dozens of prisoners chatting and playing cards. As one, they turned to gaze at the naked boy. Josh closed his eyes at his utter humiliation. He tried to appear confident, but couldn't. Petrovich led Josh along the corridor and up a couple of flights of stairs until he came to a cell, around which a gaggle of prisoners had congregated. Pushing his way through Petrovich knocked at the door, "Mr Safronov, it is Petrovich, sir." On being invited to enter, he forced Josh in front of him. Instead of the plain dirty cell he was expecting, he saw a large clean room, adorned with Persian carpets and tasteful watercolours. In the centre sat a huge deeply tattooed prisoner relaxing in an easy chair.

"Sir, I have a boy who is available should you wish to have him. He's new and has no protection."

Safronov looked up, seemingly unsurprised at a naked boy being brought to his cell, and replied, "If he has no protection, I can take him any time I choose."

"Yes sir, but I thought you offered a commission for first refusal."

"Don't worry, Petrovich. You'll be paid."

Safronov languidly rose to his feet, staring with ill-disguised desire at Josh. Up close the man was incredibly intimidating. Looking at Josh, he asked, "Do you normally walk into another person's room stark naked?"

"No, sir. Sorry, sir ..." Josh saw from the amused expression on Safronov's face that it had been a joke.

"How long have you been here?"

"I was arrested last night, sir."

"And you are being sold already. The joys of capitalism. Now, have you ever slept with a man?"

"No, sir."

"That's good. I like to train my boys from scratch." Safronov stroked Josh's cock and was pleased when it became erect. Josh flinched but Petrovich had a firm grip on his wrists. "It is dangerous in here. But you will be safe if you are my slave boy, my 'petuh'." Safronov clasped Josh by the shoulder and turned him around, pushing the small of his back he forced him to bend over. He then began to gently stroke his bottom. Josh did not dare resist, even when he felt Safronov's coarse hands ease his buttocks apart. Safronov was impressed by Josh's looks and the fact he seemed to submit so readily. He didn't want a glamourous queen, what he needed was a pretty, submissive slave boy who would do exactly what he was told in and out of bed. It was now time to find out how much this venal police officer wanted to organise his transfer.

Petrovich made Josh face the wall and spoke to Safronov in a low voice. Josh heard snippets and it began pretty evident that they were negotiating a price. He heard Petrovich saying he was 'young, clean and would be very willing'. It was as Fomich had said, he was going to have to submit. This was terrible, just terrible.

Josh was too frightened to move. He didn't know all the prison slang but was pretty sure 'petuh' or 'rooster' meant he was going to be forced to become a passive homosexual. The way Safronov fondled him, left no real room for doubt. He was huge and obviously a long term, charismatic inmate, one of the 'thieves in law'. More to the point he was evidently strong and powerful, and Josh guessed very cruel if he didn't get his own way. Safronov was not asking Josh for his consent, but simply negotiating a purchase with the guard in the same way as he might buy smuggled cigarettes or vodka. Josh wondered if it was his destiny to be bought and sold like this for the next ten years. But did he have any choice? He knew he desperately needed 'protection'. So should he accept his role and make the best of it? One 'master' must be a thousand times better than being a 'camp whore'. It would be awful to be forever looking over one's shoulder and being beaten up and raped in the shower. No, he wouldn't survive without a protector and he knew this would come at a price.

Eventually they came to an agreement and Petrovich pulled Josh by the handcuffs and forced him to his knees, "Would you like to sample him now, sir?"

"No Petrovich, I have an important meeting in a couple of minutes. But get him prepared. I'll want him for the weekend. Make sure he knows what will be required of him. But be warned I'll be very disappointed if he is not as willing as you say."

A happy Petrovich pushed Josh through the crowd outside Safronov's cell. As Josh walked along the corridor he wondered how much he had been sold for and what he would have to do for his 'master'. He couldn't believe that in this day and age someone could be sold like a slave. Now people knew he 'belonged' to Safronov they readily made way for him. When they got to the washroom, Petrovich unlocked Josh's handcuffs and told him to shower.

When he came out he was greeted by a small, slimy looking man with a cut-throat razor. Catamite he may be, but no bastard was going to cut him up. Josh was just about to hit out when Petrovich shouted, "Stop it, Trubshaw. The guy's only a barber. He's not going to hurt you." As Josh relaxed he added, "Now cool down. Put your hands on your head and spread your legs. Mr Safronov hates boys with body hair."

The barber then proceeded to smear shaving foam under his arms, on his chest and his pubic area. They soon had an audience. Josh stared at the ceiling, utterly humiliated. He shuddered at the thought of a man with a razor near his penis. The barber seemed to take inordinate pleasure in manipulating Josh's cock, but eventually he finished, without harming him. Finally, he made Josh lean over the basins and he shaved the area around his anus. Josh looked defiantly at the crowd, as if he was proud of his new status. But it was all front, if he had felt naked before, now it seemed a hundred times worse. As he walked back to his cell, he saw looks of curiosity and contempt on the faces of his fellow prisoners. The fact he was being marched around the prison stark naked would mean everyone would know about he had submitted. The 'boyfriends' or 'slaves' of powerful men occupied a very ambivalent place in prison society. Overtly despised but secretly feared.

When they got back to his cell, Petrovich explained, "You will be transferred to Mr Safronov's cell on Saturday." Seeing Josh's shock he said, "You really ought to thank me, Trubshaw. Someone like you needs protection. Being Mr Safronov's 'boy' will mean that no one will dare lay a finger on you. You will be completely safe, at least until he finds someone younger and prettier. Then, of course, you will be turned over to one of his lieutenants. One way or another you'll have a soft time. I will be back to inspect you before you go to Mr Safronov. But for God's sake prepare yourself and let him take you willingly. I don't want any violence. You'll soon learn Mr Safronov always gets what he wants." With this he left.

Josh sat down with his head in his hands. He now knew his fate and there was little he could do about it. He almost hoped that Inspector Fomich would summon him for an interview, at least it would distract him. But he reasoned that Fomich had probably taken a cut on his 'sale' so was probably not very interested any more.

As the evening wore on. Josh started to try to prepare himself mentally for his first night with Safronov. He knew he had to try to relax his anal muscles but wondered if he could really do this in the heat of the moment. Josh knew it was going to hurt the first few times, but it would be a lot less bad than being at the mercy of the gangs. Something he could expect if he didn't get Safronov's protection.

He just wished there was someone who could reassure him and give him some advice. When he had been taken upstairs, Josh had seen boys in tight little shorts instead of the regulation trousers. They must be in the same boat as he was in. Perhaps one of them could tell him how he should prepare himself and what he should do on his 'first night'.

One way or another, Josh was determined to keep his dignity and lie down on the bed and let Safronov fuck him. Take the pain and humiliation like a man, he certainly wasn't going to have Safronov's henchmen carry him kicking and screaming to his cell. Try as he might, he couldn't imagine getting on his knees and sucking another man's penis, but knew he would have to do it, not once but frequently.

Long term, he wondered if he would have to become Safronov's little 'pet' constantly at his beck and call or if he would simply be called in when his master required sexual services. Would Safronov make him dress like a 'tart' and force him to wear shorts like the boys he had seen? Serving one master would be bad, but he feared he would he be shared with his friends and lieutenants. He had heard the phrase 'to swap roosters' whereby 'slave boys' were traded, but did not know if the practice was widespread. Whatever his role, Josh recognised he had to try to satisfy the Safronov, and keep his position as his 'petuh' for as long as possible. It would be too frightening even to think about being known as a discarded catamite and therefore a 'downcast' without Safronov's protection.

Josh was roused from his dismal thoughts by a guard who delivered his supper. He was told that the prison uniform would not arrive until the next day. When Josh complained the guard said he could be kept naked if he was deemed an escape-risk, so he shouldn't 'make trouble'. Josh wondered who was organising this delay; Petrovich, Safronov or even Fomich? Was he being kept naked to attract another higher offer for his 'services'? Josh knew his destiny and was frightened. He had a thousand things to think about, each worse than the last, so took hours to get to sleep.

Josh had just managed to drop off when the cell door was thrown open. As he collected his wits, a female voice barked, "Prisoners must get to their feet when a police officer enters their cell."

Josh did so and saw a trim, severe looking policewoman staring at him.

"It seems there's talk of you becoming a 'serving boy' whilst we investigate your case. But you are lucky, I need a domestic as well. How would you like to serve in the ladies' wing instead?"

"I'd prefer that, ma'am."

She approached and started to play with his nipples, gently stroking then by turns squeezing them with all her might. She smiled as she saw Josh wince with pain, "What about serving a sadistic, middle-aged Starshina [Tr. Master Sergeant]?"

Josh knew he could not afford to offend the woman, so said, "It would be an honour, ma'am."

She moved from his nipples to his penis, stroking it then digging her long nails into his shaft, "The girls would demand total obedience."

"I would do anything they want, anything at all, ma'am."

She eased her truncheon between his legs and gradually raised it, smiling as she watched his pain, "As a criminal you would need to be punished."

"I understand, ma'am."

The Starshina liked his naive willingness. It was all down to what he would agree to, or what he could be coerced into agreeing to. She wanted a slave, a truly sexually submissive slave, not a mere domestic servant. She just loved the idea of dressing him in some skimpy uniform and getting him to serve her girls day in, day out. Cleaning the barracks, welcoming them home, giving massages when they were tired and most important providing sex on demand. She gazed at his naked body. He would be perfect.

As she stared, a charge of electricity ran through her pussy as she imagined evenings with Josh tied up and her, Lidiya and Klementina taking their time tormenting him. His buttocks looked as if they just needed a hard beating with a riding crop. She shivered with pleasure at the thought of having him over her knee and then slowly pulling down his knickers and giving him a good spanking. She was determined to get a slave and what's more for some reason this beautiful boy seemed willing. She was sure she could convince Fomich to hand him over. But first she needed to consult her girls. She stepped back and whipped out a phone and photographed him, then ordered him to turn around and did the same to his back. "I will circulate your photos and see what my officers think."
Josh realised he was now being traded. What would the Starshina do when she found that Sergeant Petrovich had already sold him to Mr Safronov? He knew he would soon find out where the real power lay in the prison.

About an hour later, half a dozen giggling female police officers entered Josh's cell. The Starshina ordered Josh to kneel and respectfully lower his eyes. He listened to their girlish chatter as they discuss his looks and penis. He heard one girl after another pleaded with the Starshina to make him their 'serving boy'. They then started arguing as to who will get to 'play' with him first.

Eventually the bravest of girls approached Josh and lifted his chin so she could stare into his eyes. "You have already learned that the Russian Police Force is the finest in the world. Now you will soon find out how we discipline those who break the law." She smiled as she rubbed his penis with her stiletto, "The Starshina has promised us a lot of fun and you a lot of pain." With that threat ringing in his ears, the girls turned for the door.

Looking up, he saw one remained. "One of the joys of working at the Remand Centre is to have the first choice of new prisoners. Stand up." Josh did so and the policewoman grabbed his hair and kissed him violently. He was about to push her away, but realised not only did he have to submit, but if he was to avoid becoming Safronov's slave boy, he had to do everything in his power to please her. He returned her passion. His penis was still hugely sensitive after being shaved, so he jumped when she reached down and clasped it. As they struggled, she pulled up her tight uniform skirt and he immediately pulled her panties aside and entered her. She was very wet and the thought of raping him had clearly been a huge turn on. He fucked as if his life depended on it, and he knew it probably did. In a moment he forgot his troubles and revelled in this fleeting pleasure. All too quickly he heard her cry of pleasure. As they relaxed he held her, but she pushed him away.

"Prisoner, get on your knees."

Josh obeyed and watched as she straightened her uniform. Satisfied she bent over him and kissed him on the head. "You will make a good serving boy, but you must learn obedience." With that she left.

Some might imagine that being raped by a beautiful woman would be a deeply erotic experience. Josh could not deny the physical pleasure, but the mental humiliation of being used in such an intimate fashion was awful. He now had a lot more to think about. Raped or not, Josh had to do everything in his power to ensure the girls took him as their serving boy. It might not be fun, but it would be infinitely better than being Safronov's 'petuh'.

An hour or so later, Petrovich gave him a paper bag full of clothes. After almost two days stark naked Josh was overjoyed. As soon as Petrovich closed the door he tore open the bag. The top was a standard prison issue sweatshirt, but instead of the normal trousers he had been given some very tight, satin shorts. He struggled to get them on. He knew what these meant, but also realised he could not refuse.

At lunch the guard said he should join the other prisoners in the canteen. As he left his cell, he was hideously conscious of his shorts. Standing in line to be served, no one spoke to him, or even came near him. After getting his food, he looked around for somewhere to sit and spotted a table at the back which seemed to be occupied by boys wearing the same kind of shorts. He nervously asked if he could sit and was immediately accepted. They all looked pretty similar, attractive, in the late teens or early twenties. The leader of the group seemed to be a boy called Feliks. He explained that the prison was a strict hierarchy from the downcasts, who had either been convicted of an asocial crime such as rape of a minor or breached of the thieves code, all the way to the leaders called 'pakhans'. They occupied their own special category, petuhs in theory despised but in reality protected and valued by their pakhan owners. All bar one of them had been straight before they entered prison and had been coerced into sexual slavery within days of their arrival. Once selected they had no choice but to serve sexually those who 'bought' them. This explained, they wanted to know what Josh had been arrested for and who his master was. A boy called Oleg said that he had spent a night with Safronov, after being exchanged by his master for a bottle of vodka. He merely commented that Josh could have done worse.

After lunch of the boys went to serve their masters. Josh went to Safronov's cell to offer himself but was told his master was busy. Feliks then took him up to the top floor washrooms. Josh watched a struggle by the showers. He realised four or five thieves were pulling the clothes off another boy. He was putting up a tremendous a fight. But he was soon naked. They then gagged him and put some stolen prison handcuffs on his wrists. Feliks explained that this was a 'slave auction' and the man was being punished for breaking the thieves' code. The authorities knew what was going on but allowed 'prison justice' to be administered, so there were no prison officers to be seen. The boy continued to struggle as he was led forward, but his arms were now tightly bound and he was held by two other prisoners. Despite a thief reassuring the audience that the boy would be pacified, there were jeers but no bids and he was dragged away. Feliks whispered that the guy had made bad mistake, as he had made the thieves look foolish. They would punish him sadistically and publicly to send a message to anyone else who might consider defying them. Depending on the seriousness of his original crime, he might 'have his intestines warmed'. When Josh looked confused, he explained that this involved a red hot poker being inserted in his rectum. Josh shivered, he knew he had been right to submit to Safronov without a fight.

The contrast could not have been greater to the next boy. Josh spotted him, sitting on the shower steps, knees touching his chin, trying to hide his nudity. He was a pretty, slightly effeminate eighteen-year-old. When he was called, he reluctantly walked forward, eyes lowered to hide his humiliation, and let the prisoners bid for his services. In the end, he was bought by one of the established bosses.

Josh admitted to Feliks that he had never slept with a man and was nervous about his first time with Mr Safronov. Feliks was sympathetic and took Josh to his well-furnished cell to talk. Over coffee, he explained how on his first night in prison, he had been tied naked to a bed and given the stark choice of either voluntarily becoming a slave boy or being gang raped then and there. The transition had been 'difficult' but he had now come to terms with his new status. He would try to help Josh. Feliks, pulled out a couple of g-strings from his well filled underwear draw explaining Josh should wear them when they were 'entertaining'. The first was pink satin, the second black, decorated with half a dozen rhinestones. He also lent him some lube and cosmetics.

To ease the transition, Feliks invited him to meet-up on Sunday, as their respective masters often dined together and he was often asked to entertain them by making love to another boy during the meal. There would be ample time to explore each other's bodies and for him to explain some of a petuh's tricks. Josh liked Feliks but did not relish being covered in oil and making love to him in public, and his feelings must have been evident.

"Don't look so shocked, you'll sleep with a lot worse than me. You have to understand by submitting to Mr Safronov you have sold yourself into sexual slavery. For instance, our masters often lend us to senior police officers in exchange for favours. You will get used to standing around naked or in a tiny g-string, waiting for one of the officers, or their friends, to take you to bed. There, you'll be required to satisfy every imaginable sexual need. Important clients often want two boys for the night. If you're nervous, I'd be happy to pair up with you."

Josh found it very difficult to get to sleep that night. In the very early hours of the morning, he was awakened by his cell door being quietly unlocked. But before he could properly open his eyes he was grabbed by three or four well-built men. One man forced his head into the mattress, another held his legs, a third held his arms. The last pulled down his shorts. He knew at once what was going to happen. He was about to be gang raped. He had submitted to Mr Safronov in a desperate bid to stop this. He struggled for all he was worth, but he could barely move an inch. The men just increased the pressure. He soon exhausted himself.

The man who stood above him said, "Don't struggle boy, it will only hurt more."

Josh was silent and desperately tried to relax, but he was scared and knew he was tense as hell. Raped after barely two days in prison. He almost cried in frustration. He felt the man stroke his bottom. Then a buzz that he took to be a vibrator. He attempted to loosen his anal muscles, in anticipation of it being forced into him. When the pain came it was not where he expected. It was on the side of his buttock. In a second he realised they were tattooing him. After his fear of being raped, he almost cried with relief. About half an hour the men released him.

The tattooist said, "Everyone will know you area 'petuh' now. Watch out in the showers, boy."

Josh did not move for a few minutes after they left. Eventually he rose dreading to find out what they had tattooed, straining he saw a heart of his left buttock. He realised all prison tattoos had a meaning. This doubtless meant he was a passive homosexual.

It was very sore getting his shorts on the next morning. He knew he had only one more day before he was transferred to Safronov's cell. He hadn't heard anything more from the Starshina and desperately hoped she still wanted him as a serving boy. The day passed slowly, he spent most of the time with his fellow petuhs going over and over what he should do during his first time with Mr Safronov. Oleg was very keen on giving Josh some 'practical experience', but in the end Josh felt more comfortable practicing both anal and oral sex with one of Feliks' dildos. The closer his first time with Safronov got, the more he dreaded it.

Soon after he returned from lunch, Josh was called for another interrogation by Inspector Fomich. When he was shown into the interview room he saw Fomich had been joined by a female police officer. She was a pretty, if unnaturally severe, blonde. The interrogation went over and over the same old ground. Fomich wanted to know where the drugs came from and where they were going. Try as he might Josh could not help. He pointed out that when the Sheripovs wanted to discuss things in private they spoke in Chechen. Fomich was tempted to believe Josh but knew his boss Colonel Masanchi would not be so obliging. He had grown up under the old regime and believed in 'traditional methods'. So after an hour of interrogation he excused himself.

Now it was Galina's turn. She handcuffed him and led him from the interview room down to the basement. During the Yezhovshchina these rooms had been used for terrible crimes, now they were rarely visited, but they still had some of the old equipment. Although it was her duty to give the prisoner 'intensive interrogation', she knew she was going to enjoy this. She was joined by her colleague Yana, who sat in front of a typewriter to take down his confession. They had been lovers at one point, but now their common sadistic streak was their main shared interest. Yana looked so prim in her immaculate uniform, hands on the typewriter keys as if she was merely a dutiful secretary. Galina knew better.

Galina looked at her prey. She knew it was going to be fun. She brusquely ordered him to strip. Josh obeyed. He found it incredibly humiliating taking his clothes off in front of two attractive girls. Galina smiled as he struggled out of his shorts. The boy was as obedient as he was pretty. Josh felt so ashamed at the woman seeing him in his brief black thong. Galina made him stand in front of Yana and her for some minutes, revelling in his embarrassment.

Galina then stood up and walked around him. She stroked his bottom and was amazed at its softness. Putting her arms around him she felt his inner thighs. Still he didn't try to stop her. In reality Josh was in turmoil. He knew he was far stronger than the woman. He could easily stop this humiliation and avoid the pain she was going to inflict. The temptation to strike out was incredible. He also couldn't deny that it would be a real pleasure to wrestle the pretty little bitch to the floor. The problem was that he realised if he so much a laid a finger on her, a troop of male officers would beat him to within an inch of his life. He knew he had to endure the interrogation.

His thoughts were interrupted by Galina feeling the back of his thong and saying, "Off." Josh very reluctantly obeyed. Looking up he saw a hint of a smile pass over the face of the secretary. Then Galina took Josh's arms and buckled on some leather wrist cuffs. When she was totally confident he was securely bound, she attached them to a chain and began to wind the pulley that gradually raised his hands over his head. The boy was now helpless. This had been a fantasy of her's for years, she could not believe that the police would actually pay her to fulfil it.

Galina looked at her prey. He was a beautiful boy. She took off her jacket to reveal her crisp white shirt pulled tight against her firm breasts. She knew the effect this would have on men and Josh was no exception. She gulped for air as she saw his perfect buttocks. She knew the questions that the Inspector wanted answering, but also suspected the poor boy did not know the answers. This said, Fomich had to be able to explain to his boss that they had used 'third degree'.

She gently stroked his nipple, "Josh, tell me everything you know about the cocaine."

"I don't know anything, ma'am."

Galina squeezed his nipple much harder. Clasping it between her thumb and forefinger she attached a vicious looking nipple clamp, "Inspector Fomich thinks you do and has asked me to improve your memory."

"I never knew the drugs were there, honestly ma'am."

Galina attached the second nipple clamp, "You will have to do better than that."

Josh gritted his teeth at this new assault on his body. Galina took out her riding crop and started to flick the nipple clamps. Then with a smile, started on his penis, "I need more and things will get more uncomfortable for you until I get it. Now push your buttocks out."

This felt like being asked to volunteer for pain, but Josh did so. Galina used her riding crop to push them further until his body was taut. She left him like this for a few minutes. Josh felt the drafts blowing on his naked body and anticipated the imminent pain. And the pain came in the form of a vigorous strike on his buttocks. Galina had used her full strength with this, the follow-up blows were lighter, but the cumulative effect of the whipping was terrible. Josh cried in agony. Galina loved the sight of his bottom, the first strike had left a bright red line over the centre, the subsequent whipping left a rosy glow from his thighs to the top of his buttocks. She concentrated on Josh's rather cute tattoo. She knew you had to be an artist to cause real pain.

"You realise that I have total power over your future?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"If you don't cooperate I will organise for you to share a cell with some of the worst rapists in the Russian Federation."

"Please don't ma'am. I am innocent, honestly."

"I don't believe you."

As she beat him, she continued to ask about the drugs and between shrieks of pain, Josh denied any knowledge. Yana sat impassive, typing away.

After about half an hour, Yana quietly rose to her feet and silently indicated to her colleague that she would take over. She used a wooden paddle about two inches wide. The relief of being spared the stinging of the riding crop was short lived. Yana was less demonstrative in her beating, but her control meant she struck Josh everywhere from his calves upwards. Although Galina sat at the desk, they had stopped asking Josh questions and she never even touched the typewriter. Josh swung one way then the other trying to avoid the beating but the girls were not to be denied.

Yana moved to Josh's front and stared at his naked body. She smiled and Josh immediately saw she was enjoying herself. The delay was short and she soon began to whip his thighs.

Eventually Yana stopped and moved behind him. Josh then felt a dildo being rubbed against his inner thighs and against his anus. It was not that painful, but was deeply frightening. When this stopped, Josh strained to look behind him and saw Yana tugging up her tight uniform skirt and pulling up a strap-on. Josh desperately tried to spread his legs wider. The dildo looked huge. Yana eased it between his legs into his sphincter. But now it was in, her gentleness stopped. She raped him with a vigour he could barely credit form a girl her size. The pain was excruciating, the humiliation worse.

Yana loved the feeling as the back of the dildo hit her pussy. She almost went into a trance, as she pumped away, revelling in her own pleasure. Eventually Josh's screams brought her back to the present and she stopped. Her orgasm had been sensational. The physical pleasure mixed with the satisfaction at causing Josh such pain was incredible. She withdrew and straightened her clothes. She always liked to dress immaculately and a little bit of torture was not going to spoil her elegant appearance. She wandered over to the desk and kissed Galina. The kiss was long, affectionate and deeply erotic.

Galina pulled out a butt plug adorned with a black pony tail. She forced it into Josh's gaping anus. She then pulled out her phone and photographed him, both back and front, showing he had been raped and whipped. This was satisfy the Inspector and could always be used to blackmail Josh.

Removing the butt plug and the nipple clamps, she picked up her 'special' pot of cream. After putting on a pair of black latex gloves she scooped a large dollop and smiling smeared it over Josh's penis, nipples and the area between his legs. Moving around she rubbed it between his buttocks and after coating her fingers with some more she eased it up his rectum. Initially Josh felt little, almost enjoying Galina's fingers massaging hm. But soon his balls began to heat up. The discomfort gradually moved to pain and from pain to extreme pain. It felt as if someone was pushing a red hot poker up his arse. Galina laughed as she watched him gyrate, even Yana could not suppress a coquettish smile. Sweat poured down his naked body. There was no getting away from the agonising heat. The girls rose giggling at Josh's discomfort. They knew he would be in pain for quite some time, so before leaving the room, they forced a large black ball gag into his mouth.

Galina went to report to Inspector Fomich. She confirmed that she did not believe Josh knew about the drugs. The Inspector had asked her to 'interrogate' a few prisoners over the last three months. Some men, some women. She never failed to get a thrill in meting out punishments, but this was the first time he had let her loose on an attractive boy like this. It turned her on beyond words. She knew she ought to feel sorry for him. But she didn't. It was the desire to totally dominate others that had led her to a career with the police in the first place.

Several female police officers congregated behind the two way mirror to watch Josh. The Starshina who was amongst them, found it incredibly erotic. She realised how much she wanted to play with and humiliate him. They had to have him as her serving boy. Fromin was being obstructive, but she suspected once he realised the boy really did not know anything about the drugs he would relent. That weasel Petrovich was also being difficult and more pressure would need to be applied for him to authorise the transfer.
After about an hour the heat dissipated. Seeing this, Galina released him from his shackles and ordered him to get on his knees.

"I have finished your interview for today. We will continue tomorrow."

"Please, I don't know anything honestly, ma'am."

She knew she had broken his body, but wanted to break also wanted to break him morally. She looked down on the naked boy and ordered, "Kiss my shoes."

Josh looked up, with an almost puppy dog expression. Did she have to strip his last modicum of self-respect? He saw she was playing with the riding crop and knew she would not hesitate to use it. He leant forward and kissed her shoes. As he did so, he saw the flash on her phone capture his utter surrender.

Galina threw Josh his shorts and sweatshirt. Josh put on his sweatshirt but hesitated at the shorts. It was an exquisite torture, was Josh going to endure the humiliation of walking through the prison half naked or the pain of pulling on his skin-tight shorts? His balls were still acutely painful and the thought of squeezing into the shorts was awful. But eventually Josh swallowed hard and tugged them on. Pain coursed through his body. Galina then intentionally took her time as she escorted him back to his cell.

On their way back they passed by the prison gym. Seeing Josh in his revealing shorts there were numerous catcalls and some incredibly obscene comments from the women who were exercising. A lady, with the physique of a shot-putter and the looks to match, waylaid them.

"Ah, Ivanovna."

"Hello ma'am. I see you have managed to find a bit of fluff."

"Pretty little thing, isn't he? Are you envious?"

Ivanovna's began to stroke Josh's incredibly sensitive penis. Bad though this was, he was so glad he had decided to endure the pain of putting on his shorts. The thought of meeting Ivanovna half naked would have been too awful for words. But the tight satin gave him little protection.

Ivanovna smiled and said, "Normal terms for a weekend?"

"I'll think about it. When I lent you Pavel, you returned him in a terrible state. I don't want this one damaged."

"Sorry about Pavel. The girls got rather carried away. I will keep this one for Lizaveta and myself. Has this one been here long?"

"No, totally fresh. He was only arrested on Wednesday. I normally charge a premium for their first use. Anyway, I will let you know."

As they walked away, Galina turned to Josh and said, "She is not a bad a sort, really. She just has a thing about wrestling with naked boys. It's a popular sport in the women's wing, with a lot of cash being bet on the results. Almost inevitably, after the fight she takes them to bed. Pavel was surprised that after taking great pleasure in beating him up, she was quite gentle when it came to the sex."

Josh realised he was being offered for sale, again. Feliks had confirmed that there was a ready market in pretty boys and girls. With the police officers seeking to profit from the wealthy prisoners' need for sex. He really didn't know if he would prefer Ivanovna or Safronov. The thought of being thrown around naked in front of an audience of baying female prisoners was not attractive. One way or another, it seemed his fate would be decided within the next 24 hours.

Galina was thoughtful as he pushed Josh into his cell. Should she keep him for her personal enjoyment or sell him? There was little doubt that Ivanovna would pay handsomely for regular access to Josh. It was risky trying to get boys into the female wing, but it was just about possible on weekends.

After locking the cell door Galina smiled as she watched him whip off his shorts and lay half naked on his bed. His balls would feel 'radioactive' for quite a while yet. Torturing the boy had been so much fun, but she knew she mustn't overdo it.

Josh was confused and he hurt like hell. His mind said that the both the policewomen were unpleasant, sadistic bitches but his body was aroused and somehow found the whole session deeply erotic. This dichotomy was graphically illustrated by an agonising bottom and a very erect penis.

Later that evening a guard came into Josh's cell and told him that it was time for his shower. When he got to the washroom, he saw the rest of the petuhs waiting there, already naked. Josh had never been in a communal shower in his life, and was deeply humiliated when he was forced to strip and join the rest of the boys. He was very conscious of the welts on his bottom from his recent beating. As they squeezed into the shower he couldn't miss the identical heart tattoos on everyone's left buttock.

The best looking, most beautiful boys in the whole prison were showering stark naked together. Oleg for one liked to tease the guards by flaunting his nudity, knowing they would never dare touch him. Feliks explained that they were kept separate as the other prisoners refused to enter a communal shower with them. Strangely prison culture looked down on passive homosexuals but respected those who were active.

Josh woke up the next morning still unsure who he had been sold to. He still prayed that the Starshina or even Ivanovna might acquire him. But Petrovich warned him to prepare himself by midday, so he braced himself for the worst, a life of being Mr Safronov's personal whore.

Josh was incredibly nervous as he knew how he performed the first time could colour Safronov's view of his abilities and determine how his master would be treat him in future. He started preparing himself almost two hours in advance. He stripped naked and shaved his armpits, pubic patch and between his legs. Eventually he was happy that he was perfectly smooth and reached for a large dollop of lube, spreading his legs he eased as much of the gel as he could into his arse. Next he smeared moisturising cream all around his thighs, bottom and penis. Lastly he used some of the cosmetics Feliks has leant him. Satisfied, he pulled on his rhinestone adorned g-string. With a g-string this brief he knew he would have looked a mess if he hadn't been shaved. It was tight but Josh thought it was the sort of thing a respectful slave boy would wear. As he checked himself in the mirror, he couldn't supress a certain feeling of pride.

Now confident in his appearance, he put on his sweatshirt and pulled up his shorts as tight as he could. He really wanted his first session with his new master to go well. He had practiced all the normal sexual positions, but other than anal sex he had no real idea of what services Safronov might want him to perform. His master must know he was inexperienced and Josh hoped that if he showed he was willing to do anything he was told, Safronov would be satisfied. As the minutes ticked by the delay became torture. He now just wanted to get his first time over and done with.

When the cell door opened it was a huge surprise to see the Starshina rather than Petrovich. Josh immediately rose to his feet and respectfully lowered his eyes. No boy had ever wanted to be abused by a sadist more than he did now. He would do anything for her to avoid Safronov. He would willingly get down on his knees and plead.

The Starshina said nothing. She merely walked around behind him, then clutched his buttocks. After the beating he had endured, this hurt like hell. Josh squealed with pain, but somehow ensured he did not resist or say anything.

"So Josh, I feel Inspector Fomich can be persuaded to drop the charges against you. In return for my intervention, you will become my serving boy for a period of two years. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Don't be so quick to agree. Some of my girls are terrible sadists. They will humiliate you, punish you and rape you for their own enjoyment. Are you still willing to serve them?"

"Yes ma'am."

The Starshina could not believe things had been so easy. So before Josh had a chance to reconsider she placed handcuffs on his wrists and escorted him form the cell. They walked through the prison, through various high security connecting doors, across a large courtyard until miracle of miracles they arrived at the female barracks. The Starshina took Josh to her own comfortable suite. Once in the room she carefully locked the door. So far things had been gone remarkably smoothly. Now it was time to prepare him. She unlocked his handcuffs and ordered him to strip naked. Josh did not protest and quickly struggled out of his shorts and whipped off his prison top. She was amused to see he was wearing the briefest of g-strings, perhaps he really was a cheap tart as Galina had said. The Starshina walked around her new slave and immediately noticed the heart tattooed on his buttock. She tapped it with her riding crop, but did not ask its significance. Happy, she gave Josh his new uniform; some brief royal blue knickers, some tight blue shorts and a silky T shirt with the police logo. Dressed, she made him kneel and buckled on a black vinyl slave collar.

She was determined that Josh must understand the rules under which he was going to serve. So had prepared a short lecture, "Josh becoming my serving boy is not an easy way of avoiding jail. During the day you will be given menial tasks, as would any domestic servant. During the evening you will serve the girls who are off-duty. Your time after ten o'clock will be organised on a rotor basis, during which you will be allocated a specified girl. You will do exactly what they want. Inevitably this will often involve sex. You are not permitted to refuse anything, no matter how bizarre or painful. They'll often want you to do things which their boyfriends might refuse to do. You will enjoy, or appear to enjoy, your time with them. You will also never gossip about what you are forced to do. Break the rules and you are back in prison. Understand?"

Josh looked up at his new mistress and answered, "Yes ma'am."

Now she decided it was time to formally introduce the new serving boy to the girls. As Josh walked down the stairs he was still feeling elated. The thought that due to the Starshina's intervention he would not become Safronov's catamite, was an almost unbelievable relief. He was now determined to ensure that she did not change her mind. For the first few weeks he would do absolutely anything the girls ordered. He knew his life might be painful and was bound to be humiliating, but would be nothing like as bad as the alternative.

They entered living room where many of the police women had congregated after lunch and the Starshina ordered Josh to kneel. The girls looked on in fascination at their new toy, giggling about his cute arse and tiny little shorts. They had been talking about little else for the last few days and they could not wait to see him. The Starshina had promised that in addition to doing the normal menial duties around the barracks, he would be sexually submissive. Could this really be true? The less physically attractive were especially keen to play with their pretty serving boy in private. After what she had put him through, Galina couldn't believe the boy was kneeling before her. She smiled at Yana knowing they were going to have a lot of fun in the future. Josh saw his tormentress and shivered at the services she might require.

As he knelt before the girls, Josh felt both fear and a profound sense of relief. As their slave, he was afraid of being humiliated and forced to satisfy their untold sexual demands. But the feeling of relief was even stronger. Somehow he has escaped ten years in the camps and the prospect of rape and becoming Safronov's petuh.

josh   sold   prison   slave  

Apr 19, 2018 in femdom

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