The Palace of Sodomy

THE PALACE OF SODOMY : CHAPTER 1

The cruiser floated into the transport tube, where new immigrants had their belongings and papers checked. Immigration controls were stricter throughout the galaxy, and the planet Terra IV was one of the most sought-after places, being the whorehouse of the entire system.

Applicants for the Palace of Sodomy , a small but elite society based at the place of the same name, were rigidly controlled. In almost all cases, an applicant would have to be under seventeen or have an enormous amount of wealth to pay their way through the system. The Palace of Sodomy was the luckiest place to be; for within, there were boys and girls of all young ages, some often surgically modified and enhanced for the enjoyment of the residents. Underage (under seventeen) applicants had to be bisexual to be considered for entry. Anyone underage was automatically assumed and expected to be completely submissive.

Anyone after vanilla sex at the Palace of Sodomy was turned away; any other place on Terra IV was suited for that. The Palace of Sodomy was exclusively for fetishes. Size was a big issue, too – any male of age had to have a shaft at least ten inches long. If he didn't, he soon would, owing to the excellent modification facilities at the Palace.

Chris and Jennifer Russell were twins. They had just turned fifteen years old, and were being admitted to the Palace of Sodomy . Already they were listed as Class A citizens, granting them access to the Palace, and making them high-priority subjects. As underagers, they had no rights whatsoever and were now property of the Palace. The way the population was structured, they were a rare breed; for every two dominants there was only one submissive, so they were prized assets.

Little Chris was a pedophile's wet dream. Fifteen years old, he was a classic smooth-skinned bottom boy. Tanned with blonde hair, he was slim and supple. Both the Russell twins had been trained gymnastically and were flexible; a prized attribute in a place like the Palace. His body was naturally smooth and devoid of hair, and he had the tightest, most delectable rounded buttocks on the planet.

Jennifer was equally desirable as her little brother (littler by a matter of a few minutes). She had high, firm breasts, long blonde hair, and a very slim waist that flared out to a finely-sculpted butt. Her thighs and calves seemed to go on for miles, though in truth she was only of average height with Chris.

Both twins loved each other and both had had some experience of a sexual nature, with each other and with others. They were both still relatively new to it all, though, having only had sexual encounters of the casual kind – nothing whatsoever compared to the 24-hour grind of a fully-purchased pleasure slave. Only fifteen years old, they were in their prime for the Palace of Sodomy.

“We're here,” Chris said, nudging his sister who had been asleep on his shoulder.

“Oh!” Jennifer said, waking up. She fidgeted around for her pass as they left the transport and walked up the steps to the forbidding gates of the Palace. In truth, the Palace was a large enough establishment, but only the top fetishists in the galaxy would be here.

The man at the door appraised them and took their passes. “You'll have to go to Professor Sandon's laboratory first for your mandatory modifications.”

“What ones?” Chris said. He was used to having been described as the perfect bottom boy, and some of his friends had told him he was the perfect wet dream. What did he need modified?

“Your cock is only seven inches. We'll need to have it increased to at least ten. Unless you want twelve? Twelve seems to be the standard at the Palace.”

Jennifer reached down and grabbed her brother's crotch, smiling. “Come on, Chris. I could use you being bigger.”

Chris blinked at the form thrust in front of him. “We'll go with ten, first.”

“Excellent,” the man replied, ticking it off. “Yes, twelve inches is a bit big for a fifteen year-old whore.”

Chris stared. He was going to have to get used to that.

“And you, Miss Russell.” Jennifer looked up at the man. “You're going to have a little bit more done to you, I think.” The man assessed her critically, raping her clothed form with his eyes. Such a luscious young body, he thought. “You already have big tits, but we're going to have to make them bigger.”

“What?” Jennifer said. “That's insane. They're already a D-cup.”

Chris spoke up. “It'll be fun, sis!” he said.

“D-cups are the minimum here, unless you have a fetish reason for having less.” The man looked down at his clipboard again. “You are Class A residents, after all, and however pleasurable and fantastic you look now, you're going to be servicing other Class A residents. You're going to have go a bit further than the norm, here. Your brother already has most of his equipment in place, except for that enlargement, but you're going to have to have your breasts enlarged. We'll also sterilise both of you non-invasively. You'll notice no difference on the outside. Particularly so that you, Jennifer, won't become pregnant. And also, Chris, everyone here is screened for disease. So when all the men take you bareback, you have nothing to worry about.”

Jennifer smirked at her younger brother. He wasn't greatly enthusiastic about being taken by men, but he loved being the centre of attention and loved all the attention he received as being the premier bottom boy around.

“So what are you enlarging my breasts to?” she asked.

The man looked up, directly at her busty rack. “If they're already D cups, we can go to around an F, I think. A set of F-cup tits would look tremendous on you.”

Jennifer was speechless.

“Come this way. Professor Sandon will have you fixed up in no time, and then you can begin your time as real submissives at the Palace of Sodomy .”

Chris and Jennifer both woke up on the operating tables. Chris tried to move, and found that he'd had a leather collar strapped tightly around his neck, just tightly enough that he could feel it. The same had been done with Jennifer. Otherwise the pair were stark naked.

Jennifer crawled over and put her right hand on her brother's dick. It was ten inches now, and extremely thick. She could barely fit her hand around the circumference of the shaft. Chris similarly explored Jennifer's new body, and her huge, round tits. F cups! They were enormous, but perfectly balanced and round. He snuggled into her tits and she giggled.

Two men entered the room. They were hugely built, clad in leather, and left nothing to shame as their twelve-inch cocks showed. One was a black man, the other was a slightly lesser-built, but nevertheless impressive white man.

“Chris Russell?” the black man asked, in a deep voice.

Chris looked furtively up and nodded.

“You'll be coming with us. We're your new masters. Your sister can come as well. There are four of us at the Royal Palace .”

“We're at the Royal Palace ?” Jennifer said, incredulous.

“Seems like the Princes liked you well enough. Well, Prince Bonar did, at least.” The black man gestured to his companion, who laughed.

“I like the look of you, Chris,” Prince Bonar said. His twelve-inch cock certainly did. “You're absolutely perfect.” Bonar looked to be about thirty-five years old or so, heavily muscled. “I can't wait to put this right into you.”

Chris looked apprehensive. It was a huge tool, and his tight buttocks would have trouble accommodating it.

“And Jennifer, too. You're going to have fun. My brother, Prince Mark, does so like big-titted whores like you.”

“I'm not a whore!” Jennifer bristled.

“Of course you are, dear. That's why you're at the Palace.” Bonar grinned. “Come on, now. We'll get you to your rooms, and then we'll have fun with you. We've got many hours of the night to fill.”

Prince Bonar had spoken slightly inaccurately when he mentioned ‘rooms'. In fact, the twins had to share a room, though on two walls huge doors opened out onto cupboards. There was, however, the distinct lack of a bed.

“Where will we sleep?” Jennifer said, her hands resting on her little brother's shoulders. They were almost always touching at some point.

“Right there, of course.” Prince Bonar gestured to a curious wooden apparatus in the centre of the room.

Chris peered at it. He'd assumed it was some sort of bondage device, which it surely was, with its beams and leather shackles and chains all around. “How are we supposed to sleep in that?”

“We'll give you a demonstration later tonight,” Prince Bonar said. He registered the puzzled expressions on both their faces. “It basically straps you both into a tight ball in a 69-position with each other. That's how you'll sleep.”

They exchanged a look. “You specifically did it for both of us?”

“Mark and I, being twins ourselves, enjoy having other twins as our slaves. You'll meet some of them later on, perhaps. You're lucky, Chris. You're one of the few young boys in the Palace, all the men will be after you.”

Bonar smiled. The prince was muscular and tall, well over six feet and closer to six and a half, and he was dark-haired. Like some Greek god, he was devoid of any body hair himself, with youthful features but the firmness of authority in his face. Equally broad in the shoulder as he was tall, without doubt Bonar was one of the most physically powerful men on the planet, just as he was without doubt one of the most wealthy men on the planet. Chris had never encountered anyone that radiated the sheer masculinity of this man.

“I'll mostly be servicing your sister, though. I find myself drawn to beautiful young boys like you, but I am a mostly heterosexual man. Your sister is a divine angel, though.” Jennifer blushed as Bonar spoke. “She has such a gorgeous figure, and a magnificent set of big, round tits on her. I'm glad Professor Sandon took care of you. They look fantastic.” He cupped Jennifer's chin and looked deep into her eyes, tilting her head upwards so she looked at him. “So beautiful. I'm going to have many, many days and nights of fun with you, my dear.”

He then turned his face toward Chris. “My brother, however, is my opposite. He too is bisexual, but prefers young boys, exactly like yourself, as his main choice.” Bonar smiled again. “I have a broad range of interests…mainly bondage, spanking,” here, he winked at Jennifer, and gave her squirming buttocks a sharp slap, “dressing up my girls in very cute, very slutty, or very kinky outfits, corset-training, latex, leather…and, of course, anal. This is the Palace of Sodomy , after all.

“You'll find my brother, Prince Mark, has slightly darker tastes, though.”

Jennifer slipped a hand around her brother's waist and pulled him closer, a little protectively. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“He won't allow you to ask him that question, for instance,” Bonar replied. “If I were him, he would have slapped you for just asking. But fortunately, I am much more understanding.” Bonar shook his head, looking at Chris. “You are too perfect for your own good. Mark will spend hours and hours a day on you, such a beautiful bottom boy. You truly have the cutest buttocks on the planet. Mark prefers more extreme bondage and discipline, torture, and demands total submission. He also likes whipping and other instruments of pain and suffering. I'm sure you'll grow to like him, though. All of his previous boys have loved him afterwards.”

Jennifer still clutched Chris a little close. “He'll be alright, though, won't he?”

“Of course. Mark never does anything permanently damaging. And you talk as if he would do nothing with you, Jennifer. He will of course spend plenty of time with you as well. In fact, a lot of our plans involve both of you simultaneously.”

“Now, you'll see your respective wardrobes on either side of the room. You won't have to dress too provocatively today, I daresay. Though I doubt you'll find anything too modest in your wardrobes. You'll have to turn your old clothes in; you're only allowed to wear the things given to you. I'll leave you to it. Lex, the black fellow you saw me with earlier, will come to collect you in half an hour. Make sure you're dressed in appropriate clothes! That's when I'll introduce you to Mark and we'll all have some fun.” And Prince Bonar shut the door behind him as he left, leaving the twins alone to explore the contents of the drawers and railings in the closets.

“Your closet's much fuller than mine,” Chris grumbled as they rifled through it. There were quite shocking items of ‘clothing' in their wardrobes. “I have a feeling they like roleplay.” And the younger of the twins brandishes an altar boy's robes. “Becoming a submissive who has to let anyone do anything to me is going to be a bit of a change. Not to mention the pain aspect.”

Jennifer shook her head. “You think you've got the roleplay bits? Look at this.” She brushed aside the door and it turned out that she had a full cheerleader outfit, accompanying schoolgirl outfit and a nurse's uniform.
Chris discovered leather harnesses and other latex items of clothing while Jennifer unearthed a startlingly broad range of corsets, some of which made her gasp at their waistlines. She also had many latex and leather wear, much of it accentuating her breasts by leaving them bare or encircling but not clothing them.

Chris then started on the drawers. One contained an assortment of dildos and butt plugs, Jennifer's the same. There were so many of them, Chris had to try distinguish them. Dildos ranging from six inches to a whopping fifteen, although Jennifer found a double dildo for her that was twenty-four inches in length. Butt plugs ranged from small conical objects to very long ones, or very thick ones. They also found strings of anal beads, bucketloads of lubricant, vibrators and several different chastity belts to hold them all in place. Chris found some added cock rings in his drawer that Jennifer giggled at.

The drawers below resulted in finding their underwear.

“Uh. No real underwear in here,” Chris complained.

“Oh, grow up. It's always like this for girls,” Jennifer said. Chris had found only thongs and g-strings in his drawer, with the occasional jockstrap or bikini brief, while Jennifer had numerous choices of thongs, g-strings, crotchless panties and bikini items. “So what are you going to wear? We'll have to impress them. Especially if we don't want Mark to hurt you too much.”

“Don't joke about it too much, sis,” Chris said morbidly. He looked at a mauve, silk g-string and shrugged. “Nothing's going to cover me properly here.” After discarding his clothes, he pulled it on, leaving a significant pouch of meat wrapped in front of him, while the string dove in the cleft of his delicious buttcheeks.

Jennifer similarly chose a white thong, with a short white mini-skirt and a too-tight cheerleading top that left no doubts about the enormous size and roundness of her breasts. Chris couldn't find anything else that would cover him properly, and so settled for black leather boots and a leather harness that he had to have Jennifer's help in clipping on.

“Time to go,” the deep voice of Lex boomed from the doorway. “The princes will be expecting you.”

“Luscious…beautiful,” Mark said as he traced the swell of Chris's buttocks. He slipped a finger inside the silk g-string to touch the puckered tight sphincter of the young boy's prized anus. Chris flinched uncontrollably, and Mark sent a stinging slap to his right buttock, leaving Chris gasping.

“Don't move!” Mark ordered. “Bend over and touch your toes, so I can see your ass when it's nice and tight.” Chris did so, and was rewarded with another swift fondle and a sharp, ringing slap.

“Bring the equipment over, Bonar.”

Bonar looked up from where both of his hands were full of Jennifer's tits. Her clothes hadn't lasted long, and she was now stark naked down to her bare, shaven, nubile pussy. Bonar's cock was at its full twelve inch monstrosity already.

He walked over to a curiously shaped wooden horse, while Mark took off Chris's g-string. It was a strange contraption, mostly a curved wooden block with manacles and chains at each end.

“Most of the young boys have cried when I took them the first time. I need to make sure they don't run away.” Mark urged Chris onto the apparatus. “Get down on your hands and knees, as if I were taking you doggy-style.” Chris did so. “Good.”

Mark looped a couple of lengths of chain around the young boy's body, securing it to the curved wooden shape. He attached a short chain to Chris's collar, where the other end was at the head of the wooden horse. Both of Chris's wrists were strapped to the corners, and his knees and ankles were also strapped down in a doggy-style position, his calves now totally covered by straps of leather. After the initial tightening, Chris discovered he could not move a muscle. Jennifer watched her little brother's predicament with worried eyes.

“What if I-“ Chris began to say, but Mark had already begun to thrust a bright red ball gag in his mouth. It was strapped tightly behind his head, and Chris was effectively silenced. Jennifer took a step toward him but Bonar kept her close, nuzzling her neck and attaching a pair of nipple clips to the tips of her already-sensitive breasts.

“A nice set of knockers has to be adorned,” Bonar said with a smirk. “Come on, Mark won't have all the fun.” He led her over to Chris and proceeded to put a small raised block on either side of him. “Spread yourself on top of him.”

And so Jennifer had to uncomfortably stretch herself, also doggy-style, on top of her twin brother. She was facing in the opposite direction, though, so she would have a full view of Mark's cock as it violated her brother's precious buttocks, and Chris would similarly have a view of her penetration. She could now rest her chin at the cleft where Chris's buttocks began. She hadn't been chained to the contraption, though, and the reasons for that became apparent as Bonar returned with a long tube of lubricant jelly.

“Be a good girl and lube up Master Mark for me. And you can lube up your brother, too. Now do a good job; after all, your brother's enjoyment is going to depend on how much you can get into him and onto Mark. I'll allow you to lube yourself up, too. I'm going to take your anus first, Jennifer.”

She spilled almost the entire tube onto her hands in her rush to lube up the great, enormous shaft of Prince Mark. Twelve inches of thick, solid meat! That was going to split her poor brother in half, not to mention that the same proportions were going to enter her anus as well.

“Sorry Chris,” she whispered as she entered his tight, resisting ass. She tried to smear as much inside of him as she could, although the tightness of his buttocks resisted her every move. If she couldn't properly get two fingers inside of him, what hope did Mark have of completely fucking him? After a full minute of lubing up, Chris's ass was slick and sopping wet, ready for penetration, and so was hers.

Mark took a few steps toward Chris. Jennifer could see the huge cock in her vision as it pressed against Chris's tiny opening. She heard a grunt of protest from behind Chris's ball gag, and then suddenly Jennifer's own anus was filled with three inches of Bonar's meat.

“Yes!” Bonar exclaimed, as he put both his hands on her buttocks and slowly slithered more in. “Jennifer, you have a fine ass.” He thrusted until his twelve inches were fully buried within her, and Jennifer couldn't resist screaming. Despite having lubed herself up with almost an entire tube, the pain was still almost unbearable.

She felt something hit her pussy. Chris's head had come up and his back arched as Mark squeezed through the resistance of his tiny anal ring and forced some in. Sopping wet gushy noises ensued for the next few seconds as Mark sawed his enormous tool in and out of the best ass on the planet.

“The slut might have a fine ass but this boy whore sure is a good fuck. Best ass I've had since my last Asian pleasure slave.” Chris moaned through the bright red ball gag. He had almost fainted the first time Mark had plundered his ass fully, and now he felt like a rod was splitting him in two. Which it really was, the globes of his perfect buttocks split by an enormous, obscenely huge cock.

“What was his name?” Bonar asked, as he casually slapped his balls up against Jennifer's pussy, while she grunted as she felt her rectum, twelve inches full.

“I forget. He's still around, though. I should get both of them in and compare.”

“Just like my old favourite. That other big-titted whore. Both of that pair are still quite young…around sixteen or seventeen, I think? We can enjoy them too, after these guys. Or even with these guys.” Bonar's throbbing cock was beginning to get irresistibly hot and his hands clenched on Jennifer's buttocks tighter.

“Those tits are beautiful,” Mark acknowledged, looking at Jennifer's implants as she reared up. Bonar exploded inside her, hot globs of liquid filling and warming her insides, as he pounded her a few last times. He withdrew himself from the sopping wet mess of her ass and nodded.

“Jennifer, you're a beauty. You're going to be my favourite for a while yet, I think.”

Tears were falling down Chris' face now as Mark continued his relentless assault on the young boy's ass. Unable to move or escape the prince's assault, Chris had to accept the extreme fucking he was receiving. It slithered and slid in and out, his squirming rectal walls being pushed and distended around Mark's huge cock. The thickness of it amazed Jennifer as she watched her brother's anal ring clenching tightly around its circumference.

“Yes!” Mark grunted, exploding within Chris. “Perfect little boy.” He patted Chris on his ravaged ass, panting heavily. “So what do we have in plan for these guys?”

Bonar smiled. “Up to you, really. I think we could give them a go in the reconstructed medieval torture chamber. But first, we'll have to dress and restrain them appropriately. You two are going to do well, but w have to butt plug you both and find some uses for that famed Russell flexibility.”

More to come in further chapters!

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