In the meantime, in a remote room:

"Thank you all for coming and join me, friends. I think it's high time we got rid of the degenerated faggot who calls himself Prince and replace him with a worthy man, who will be able to rule this country properly, and to restore his magnificence. Three years ago, this place was bustling and thriving, and look at it now! All empty and forlorn…"

"Yes, yes, you're right!" voices echoed

"Do you agree to follow and obey me?"

"Yes, we do" the voices replied

"Well, gentlemen, let's take our vows then" the first man went on. Repeat after me:

" I swear upon my honor that I join the cause, that I am ready to fight for freedom, that I am ready to sacrifice my life to overthrowing the tyrant, that I am ready to obey my leader, that I am ready to be put to death should I fail this vows."

"I swear upon my honor…." Voices repeated in unison

"Thank you gentlemen, I am grateful to you for embracing this fight. I promise I won't fail you. We'll meet next week same time same place. Leave now, and make sure no one follows you or discovers what we are up to. "

"Thy will be done, Cody" the men answered before departing.

Justin was ushered into another room where his wrists and ankles were tied again to some chains on the floor and hanging from the walls, and there the men left him, after wishing him good luck in a loud laugh. The young man looked around.

The room contrary to the one he had been in before was richly decorated. A fire was burning in the fireplace, contributing to giving the place a somewhat warm and cozy atmosphere in spite of all the chains and the hooks. The furniture was scarce, only a large wooden table, once again, covered with a thick table cloth, several wall bars, and a chest of drawers, with trays containing different sets of instruments, which appeared to Justin to be medical instruments. He wondered what all these were for, but he was sure he would soon discover it, and this thought made him shudder from fear, but he also realized he was beginning to experience another feeling alongside. Could it be excitement? No, that wasn't possible. How could anyone get excited at this sight? He shuddered once again, and tried to shake these thoughts out of his mind. He had to try and work out on a plan to get him and Michael out of here. Everything would be all right; he only had to be obedient, no matter what it cost him. When people would think he had given up fighting, they would perhaps let him go around. He then would find Michael, and he was sure they would manage to get out of here… Michael… where was he now, what would they do or had they done to him?

He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the sun going down again nor did he hear the door open a few hours later, He whipped back to reality when he heard a male voice:

"Well, kid, I'm here to prepare you for our Prince. Be nice and everything will be ok. Untie him and lay him on the table", he instructed the two men who were at his sides."Make sure you don't hurt him though, he must be flawless".

Justin was laid on the table, tied again and immediately felt something was slipped upon his eyes. The sensation was soft. "Must be a silk scarf", he thought. Then he felt sponges running over his body, with warm water and a rich, soapy, creamy substance. That was so good… He nearly moaned out of pleasure and had to fight against himself to keep his self – control. The sponges roamed over his body, from head to toe. He was then flipped over and the same treatment was applied to his neck, his shoulders and his back. All of a sudden, his legs and ass cheeks were parted and the sponge plunge deep inside his crack, till it reached his balls and his cock, which it slowly started massaging. Justin couldn't help blushing and, much to his dismay, felt he was getting hard. This time, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't resist the overflow of sensations that invaded him and he let out a loud moan. The two men flipped him over again on his back

"OK, kid, now I'm going to clean your insides, so that you can be spotless for tonight's performance"

"Clean my insides?" Justin wondered. "How on earth are they going to do that?"

"Tonight's performance?" he asked the man. "Can you tell me what time is it?"

"No problem, lad; it's nearly seven p.m. that means the Prince and his friends will soon be hereby"

"Seven p.m.? "Justin thought. "That means I've been kidnapped about 24 hours ago". "What happened to my friend?" he inquired;

""No clues about that" was the only and flat answer.

Simultaneously, he felt something hard enter him and he gave a startled yelp.

"Don't move, kid" the man instructed him. "It will be over in a couple of minutes"

Justin did as he was told. He soon felt a warm liquid flow into him. Strange, but not bad… The liquid was then pumped out, and the operation was repeated twice. He eventually felt a finger was slipped into him.

"Perfect." The man said. "Now, open up your mouth"

Justin hesitated this time; seeing that, the man pinched his nose and as soon as Justin, out of breath, gasped for air, he parted his lips wide. Justin tried to struggle, but, being tied, there wasn't much he could do. One of the two assistants firmly maintained his head while the other pushed something inside his mouth. It was cold as steel. When the item was well in place, the men left him. Justin tried to close his mouth, but he realized he couldn't anymore. Something, covering his teeth was forcing him to keep it open.

"Right boys, now, let's get over it quickly. It's getting late, and the Prince and his guests will be here soon. " Justin's body was thoroughly perfumed. He then felt something was being coated over his cock which immediately grew hard again, while his nipples were deftly handled and coated with the same substance. Before leaving the room, the men took him over to one to the wall bars, and firmly tied him on it to the hooks hanging, making sure to part his legs as wide as they could. One of the men gave the finishing touch by tying something which Justin identified as a silk ribbon around his cock, and then departed. He was alone once again…

Michael, still writhing and struggling, was forced onto a table. His legs were securely parted while his arms were firmly tied above his head. He then saw a man enter the room. He was wearing gloves and a large blouse. With him came another one, clad the same way, pushing a trolley with different sets of instruments on it and three others, tall and muscular, in plain clothes.

"Ok, men let's get this over with and the sooner the better. Gag him and hold him tight"

Michael tried to fight, but there was nothing he could do. He found himself being gagged and pinned to the table by strong hands and muscular arms. Wriggle as he might, he felt a hand firmly grasp his cock and stroke him steadily till he grew hard. The, a cord was tightly linked around it. Michael cried out in pain and he started sobbing hysterically and pleading for mercy, offering the men all his possessions if they let him get out of here, but of course they ignored his pleas and just laughed. The last thing he saw was one of the men with the apron seize a scalpel. Then a sharp pain shot through his entire body and he passed out…

Soon after the men had left Justin attached to the wall bar, the door opened again, and he heard a cold, stern voice:

"Well, well, this one looks like a nice morsel. Congratulations Ted, you did a good job with him"

"Always happy to serve you, my Prince."

The door shut again, and Justin heard some footsteps. Someone was approaching him.

"Well, kid, your Prince is right here, standing beside you. I hope you are going to be a good boy for me… otherwise…"