“I'm not leaving without you...” the boy was curing.

The man kissed the face and the head of Ad. The boy arched, began to unscrew the needle.

“I am very pleased that you came to me,” Alon kissed the boy where he could reach. “But I think I'm ruining you.”

“How can you ruin me?..”

“Well, judging by what you were doing in the last two months…”

“Was I doing?!” the boy protested.

Alon patted the boy's body.

“You're persistent. I missed you.” Alon caressed Ad.

Ad choked with emotion, let Alon in himself, the man sweetly long owned Ad. Ad was pouring out, quietly screaming. The beast laid the boy in front of him, bolting him to himself and entering him. Ad shuddered in lust, wrapping in the arms of Alon.

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!”