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Temptation
Chapter 1 Friday afternoon

The wind was already starting to beat around the castle roof as Karl made his steady way towards the master’s private rooms. The sounds it made came to him like the wailing of the dead, the long lost complaining of their fate. The tall, narrow windows rattled in their casements and through them he could see the wide rugged spread of the Carpathian mountains, so beautiful one moment, so deadly the next. The mountains surrounded everything about his life; the castle his home, the master his benefactor and the mystery that was his life, all encased in a rolling, tumbling spread of mountains.

Karl was twenty-four and had lived in the castle since he could remember. All he knew about himself was what his master had told him, and what he had been taught. He knew nothing of his family, his past or his ancestry; only that the master, Mr. SX, was and had always been, his only family. Karl was as much a part of Slavana Castle as the old gothic archways, the black iron chandeliers and the deep dungeons. Where the castle was tall and imposing so was Karl. Where the passageways and corridors ran for miles in complex order so did his mind, for he was as clever and as cunning as he was strong and powerful. Where parts of the old building stood ruined and battered by time but still beautiful, so Karl was handsome, and where the castle was all but inaccessible and remote so was the young man who cared for it. Karl kept many secrets as did the walls of the castle, secrets about its owner, about himself and about the things that had taken place within the grounds. Mysterious and compelling both at once.

He reached the solid oak door at the end of the corridor and lifted his hand to knock. But Mr SX was inside and knew that Karl had arrived; the door opened for him without assistance and Karl stepped into the master’s private rooms.

The room was dark, heavy tapestry curtains guarded the high windows and kept out what there was of the afternoon light. A few candles burned and flickered in recesses within the walls and a fire threw a dull orange glow across the room.

The master sat in a tall backed armchair, facing the fire, his back to Karl. Over his head hung a cloud of cigar smoke, thick and still like a dense fog over a becalmed sea. It was painted red by the flames that hardly dared flicker in the hearth. It hung above him like a misshaped halo.

Karl waited to be called in further until Mr SX raised one hand slowly, beckoned with a finger and then lowered it again without disturbing the air around him.

‘Come and stand by me Karl,’ the man said and Karl obeyed. ‘We need to make sure everything is in order.’
‘Everything is,’ Karl replied as he stood beside the man’s chair. He glanced sideways and down, partly to check that his master was comfortable and partly to catch a glimpse of what kept him at the castle.

The master sat naked in his chair as he always did; naked except for a leather harness that crossed his chest and wound around his waist like a belt. The black leather shone in the fire light and the steel buckles and rings glinted. Karl ran his eyes quickly from the broad shoulders, over the hairy chest and down to where the master’s thick cock lay lazily against his thigh.

‘Will they come?’ the master asked.
‘No one so far has been able to resist your invitation.’
‘But these are special, I want them all.’

Karl nodded and thought of something reassuring.
‘I am sure they will all come,’ he said and emphasised the correct word to give a double meaning.

He thought he heard the master laugh, a rare and precious sound that brought a smile to Karl’s own lips.
‘They are allowed to,’ the master said and he did have a tint of cheerfulness about his voice. ‘But only when instructed. Do you think they will keep to the rules?’
‘Of course,’ Karl said quickly. ‘It is an easy game to play.’
‘Easy?’ The master suddenly sounded concerned.
‘When I say easy, master,’ Karl hurried to reassure him, ‘what I mean is: they will think it is an easy game to play. It will be, in fact, one of the most difficult weekends of their young lives.’
‘Quite so Karl.’
‘On the surface, to resist for forty-eight hours sounds simple. One only has to apply one’s mind and resist temptation. And with ten million dollars to play for, well, what more incentive do they need? But on the other hand the things they have not counted on will ensure that resistance is practically impossible.’

Mr. SX shifted his position in his chair to reach over for another cigar. Karl got there ahead of him, offered the box and then stood ready with a lighter. As Mr. SX accepted the light Karl flicked the flint and the face of his master was lit by the flame. He saw the dark, rugged skin and the piercing evil looking eyes that searched out from under the dark eyebrows. He felt a cold thrill on his hand as his master held it to steady the lighter and then he felt fulfilled, like an addict after a fix, when Mr. SX sat back into the darkness of his chair. Karl had seen him, a rare event, he had seen his body and his face and he felt satisfied now. For Karl lived for his master. He lived to serve him, to care for him and, when he could, to look at him. And he lived in hope that one day his master would come to him in the night and lie with him, that they would share each other’s bodies in the ways that his master made the guests share each others’. Karl wanted to play the temptation games and to suffer the exquisite agony of resistance with Mr SX. He wanted to feel him on top of him, wanted to taste his skin, feel his huge, powerful cock inside him, he wanted to touch his lips tenderly and love him. But, above all, he wanted to be dominated by him.

But it was not to be. Not yet.

‘Show me the screens,’ the master ordered. His voice was deep, his accent thick and drawn.

Karl picked up the remote control that lay on the table beside the armchair and pointed it to the portrait above the fire place. The painting slid upwards into the dark recess of the high ceiling revealing a bank of monitors, grey and dead. He pressed another button and they began to flicker into life. One after the other came alive until all were glowing, showing static images of other parts of the castle.

‘Run me through it,’ Mr. SX said and Karl obeyed.

They both knew that this part of the ritual was unnecessary. His master knew what and where he was looking at but Karl also knew that they both enjoyed this part of the weekend as much as the rest. The preparation, the anticipation and the set up was as thrilling as watching the games and joining in with the guests when things really got started.

‘From top left to bottom right,’ Karl began. ‘The top row are the guests bedrooms, I will be putting two boys in each room, the fourth screen shows their bathrooms and you can select which one you look at. Second row shows the lounge, the dining room, the music room and the ballroom which we shall also be using for some games. Below that on the next row you can view the kitchen, the store rooms, the butler’s pantry and the scullery so that you can check on your staff. And on the bottom row you have the pool, the sauna suite, the dungeons and finally the black screen there shows you the red room, your secret room.’

Mr. SX had been nodding to himself as he looked at each of the rooms being displayed. In each room were hidden cameras, each one operated from the remote control. Once the weekend got under way he would be able to follow events at all times. He would be able to sit in his chair, in his harness and view the young men as they battled to resist, as they were led through the games by Karl and the other staff. He could check on who was doing what with whom and where and, most importantly, he could select his winner. The one who may make it, ultimately, to the red room and his secret chamber.

‘Well done Karl,’ he said quietly. ‘Now, what is the time?’
‘Just after two.’
‘Then they should be making their way here as we speak,’ the master sighed. ‘It is about to start all over again.’
‘Indeed.’
‘So, go and ensure that Sylvan and Ivan are prepared and make sure everything is in place will you?’
‘Of course.’

Karl made a small bow and was about to turn to leave when a firm grip on his arm stopped him. Again he felt that cold shiver shoot through him. A mixture of fear and thrill. The master’s touch that could freeze and warm at the same time.

‘And Karl,’ the other man said. ‘Remember that I will be watching you.’