Soltan looks out over the city, he likes this viewpoint, it's high up in the tower and affords a panoramic view of most of Hobleton. He looks down on the people milling around below him, it's gala day and people are celebrating in the square just in front of the fort. Musicians play and people dance in colourful costumes, stalls are erected around the edges selling various things. Beer is flowing and people are laughing and singing. He likes the city, there's always young boys to be found here, he prefers them to be fresh, virgin, but he's not that picky.
He turns to look at his latest acquisition, a young boy hanging naked from a hook in the ceiling, his feet not touching the floor. Soltan had been travelling in his Stagecoach the previous night when he heard someone curse at him. Well no-one ever curses the great Soltan and lives to regret it. He'd stopped the coach and stepped out to see the person that had insulted him to find a young boy huddled in a doorway. He smiled and decided he would like to have some fun with this foul mouth youth.
Pellon wakes, his head thumping, wondering what had caused such a monstrous headache. He goes to rub his head and suddenly realises he can't move, he immediately wakes up and his eyes snap open. He looks up at his arms shackled above him, the steel restraints digging into his hands, he can't feel the floor beneath him and he realises he is dangling. He starts to panic, he was only tied up once before and that didn't go so well, a client wanted it as part of his fetish but left him tied to a tree. It wasn't until five guy's had their way with him that someone untied him. He looks around, the room is dark, he can't see much, there is a window, the light from it is bright and in the window stands a large figure, the same figure that stood over him the night before. He tries to speak but it only comes out muffled, he's been gagged too, it feels large like a ball keeping his mouth open but full.
The large bulk of the man walks up to him then places his hands on the boys shoulders, they're large and powerful, he runs them down the boy's chest and stomach to his groin. Soltan grabs the boy's six inch soft cock and strokes it, Pellon tries to complain but it's useless with the gag on and against his will his cock starts to respond. Before long Soltan has the boy fully erect.
"Very impressive," Soltan says looking at the boys nine inch cock, it's thick too and makes it look massive against the boys skinny frame.
Grabbing Pellon's testicles he squeezes and pulls them down hard pulling his cock down with them causing Pellon to let out a muffled scream at the pain. Soltan releases his testicles and runs his finger along the boys perineum to his hole where in one swift movement buries his fat finger inside, Pellon gasps at the sudden invasion.
"You got a nice ass," Soltan says his face close up next to the boy, "and now it belongs to me." He licks the boy's cheek. Pellon shivers, this is no sex game, this man seems to want to own him.
Soltan walks to one wall where another young boy is shackled to it by his arms and feet. He looks to be about fourteen, skinny, around five feet two, his hair strawberry blond. Pellon thinks he's really cute.
"Well Kalen," Soltan says running his large hands over the boy's naked body and stroking him from his armpits to his cock, Kalen whimpers, "It seems we located your grandfather, and I'm so sorry to tell you that he's dead."
Kalen looks up in shock, "What?"
"Oh wait, no I'm not, I'm not sorry at all," Soltan says laughing loudly.
"No! Gramps! You're lying!" Kalen shouts.
Soltan squeezes Kalen's testicles hard, "I never lie," he growls.
Kalen screams both with the pain, and the sudden news of the loss of his grandfather. Soltan releases his balls and walks back to Pellon and takes hold of his deflating cock and strokes it some more.
"It seems that your brother was no where to be found but I have a gut feeling he may be here in town," Soltan says, "I have men out looking for him now, it's only a matter of time before we find him and then I'm going to have so much fun with the two of you." Kalen sobs uncontrollably. "Twins, I've always wanted to play with twins," he says with an evil smirk on his face.
"You see this boy over here?" Kalen keeps sobbing looking at the floor so Soltan grabs him by the hair and forces him to look at Pellon, "LOOK AT HIM!" He shouts. "I'm going to do to him what I will be doing to you and your brother when we catch him, something for you to look forward to," he cackles."
Kalen knows that what ever he does to this boy it will leave him scarred physically and emotionally. In the two years he's been held captive Soltan hasn't touched him, obviously waiting till his brother is caught but Kalen has seen plenty of boys come and go. Many a night he has been woken by screams coming from Soltan's torture chamber, then the boy being thrown into his cell and it's always the same, they have deep cuts and wounds across their body front and back. There are burn marks too, their anus's have been stretched and ruined, their testicles and nipples crushed. Kalen is often charged with nursing them, and though many do recover, they are whisked off again and brutally tortured. Some of the boys don't recover and there have been many times when he has woken with a dead boy next to him. The first few times this happened he would bond with the boy's he was caring for, but when they passed away he would mourn the loss. Now he doesn't bond with them, he cares for them but won't get close anymore. It still saddens him when they pass away but he is protecting himself emotionally. Some boy's do make it out alive but they are not only scarred for life physically but mentally too, often ending up on the streets as beggars or in a mental asylum.
Kalen has been in Soltan's presence many times but not once has he touched him, Soltan's patience is strong and his goal of having the brothers together untouched is second only to his desire to be ruler of the kingdom. This is the first time however that Kalen is going to witness what it is that Soltan does to his boys and he is truly now terrified, not for himself but for the boy he's sees in front of him.
Soltan goes back to Pellon and removes his gag, "I want to hear your screams," he says.
Pellon is getting scared, "W-w-who are you? W-w-why are you doing this."
"Why I'm the great Soltan," he booms.
Pellon is suddenly filled with terror, he's heard of the great Soltan and the rumours of what he does to boys. He's even seen evidence on the scarred bodies of boy's that have been cast out and left to roam and beg the streets of Hobleton.
Soltan walks over to the far corner of the room, there Kalen sees hot coals glowing white hot, sticking out is a long steel rod. Soltan picks it up and it's soon apparent that it's a branding iron, glowing an angry red from the coals.
"I always brand my boy's," Soltan says, "that way everyone knows that they are mine."
Kalen knew this was coming, every boy he's seen come through his cell has a large 'S' burnt in to their ass cheek. He closes his eyes not wanting to see this.
As Soltan approaches, Pellon see's the branding iron.
"NO! PLEASE NO! DON'T DO THIS!" he screams, bucking wildly trying to free himself from his bonds.
Soltan grabs the boy round his waist, his grip is vice like and Pellon can't move.
"NO! PLLLEEAASE! NOOOOO!"
Suddenly there is a hissing sound and the smell of burning flesh fills the room. Pellon lets out a deafening blood curdling scream as intense pain shoots through his body.
Satisfied Soltan puts the iron back in the coals then walks up to Kalen. He cups his hand round his bare ass and strokes it.
"It's going to be such a shame to mar such a lovely perfect ass as yours but I can't have people not knowing who my boys are," he hisses in his ear, Kalen shivers.
He then goes back to Pellon who is sobbing uncontrollably, the pain still incredibly intense. "Aw your boner has gone, I didn't give you permission to lose your boner."
He picks up a bull whip, "For that you must be punished."
Soltan starts Pellon spinning then there is an almighty crack as the whip makes contact with the back of the boy's legs causing him to scream again. Again and again the whip cracks indiscriminately over Pellon's body, one even catches his cock and balls. Eventually Soltan stops, Kalen who had been looking away looks up at the boy who now has red marks all over his body, some of them deep and oozing blood.
"Whyyyyyyy?" Pellon sobs.
