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the truth?
    Oh the choices. The choices.
    I point to Max and say in a quavering voice,
“He is my boyfriend, Master.” My heart roils in its cavity. Am I
setting Max up for a special sort of torment?
    Potchenko takes this in.
    “Good.” He gestures with his thumb to his
guards, all ten of them, and says something. They file out of the
cabin, all except for two – Mansk and another man.
    Potchenko’s fingers begin to unbutton his
military jacket from the collar. His guards come up to assist
him.
    “Are you hungry, Gina Wesley?” he says.
    So he knows my name. Well, he did buy me,
but I would have thought that something as insignificant as my name
would escape him.
    “Yes, Master.”
    He points at Max’s sandwich-decorated torso.
“Then eat to your fill. Use only your mouth.”
    Feeling helpless and ill at ease, knowing
the boys are ravenous as well, I get down on my knees beside Max.
He does not dare speak to me, but his expressive eyes shine.
    It’s OK , they are saying. Don’t
worry about me .
    My hair is a curtain as I lower my mouth to
one of the tiny triangular sandwiches and take it between my lips.
My lips brush against Max’s warm skin in a surreptitious kiss. He
keeps very, very still. No doubt both of them have been promised
with severe punishment should they drop any of the food.
    I chew and swallow the sandwich hungrily. My
stomach growls with its churning acids. I take another sandwich
between my teeth. Whatever it is, it’s delicious. It’s made from
some sort of salami and cheese with a tomato thrown in.
    To my right, Potchenko undresses fully. He
has a barrel chest with a layer of dark scruff. He is lean and
muscular. His cock is limp, and it does not show any signs of life
even as he gazes upon me.
    I quickly avert my head and resume my
eating. My heavy tresses brush against Max’s side and a
precariously perched sandwich falls off to land on the floor.
    Oh oh oh oh.
    I freeze, wondering if Potchenko would
notice. I hold my breath, as does Max.
    Mansk spies the fallen sandwich. At the same
time, I arrest him with my silently pleading eyes. Please, let
this go.
    He shoots me a helpless look. I
can’t.
    Potchenko saves him the option of having to
betray me by noticing it himself.
    “Whip the boy,” he tells Mansk, as though he
is casually instructing him to bring him a glass of wine.
    My chest recoils.
    “No!” I cry. “It isn’t his fault. Please.
Whip me instead.”
    Potchenko turns his full dreaded gaze upon
me, and I wilt.
    Oh, oh, what have I gotten us into?
    “Insolent child. Speak only when spoken to.
Go kneel there at the side.”
    I’m crying as I scramble to obey him. My
legs are deadweights.
    Mansk removes the rest of the bread from
Max’s immobile body. Max’s features are controlled, but I glimpse
the rage and despair in them. I quail.
    Oh Max. I’m so sorry.
    Mansk fishes out a riding crop. I have seen
their kind used for horses before, and I wince as Mansk positions
himself behind Max. There’s resignation in the guard’s eyes as he
ponderously brings down his arm.
    The sharp k-r-a-a-c-k of the crop takes me
unawares, and I leap in fright. A splotch of red appears on Max’s
luscious white buttocks. He does not make a sound, but I can see
him clenching his jaw.
    Mansk brings down the crop again. I can’t
bear to look, but I make myself do it anyway. Guilt courses through
my veins. Greg is equally as strained as he struggles to maintain
his arms in that position – no easy feat, I can tell you.
    I envision the thoughts tumbling in Max’s
head. Does he hate me for subjecting him to this? The half-digested
sandwiches congeal in my belly, making me sick.
    K-r-a-c-k. K-r-a-c-k. Each blow is like a
blow upon my own buttocks. I withdraw into myself with each
sickening crack, willing them to stop.
    When Mansk has beaten Max soundly for a
total of fifteen blows, he stops, panting. Max’s buttocks are a
fiery red. Sweat glistens on his tight body. He does not raise his
eyes