"A pillory... you mean like the stocks?" Andy asked, running his fingers over the smooth wood of the structure. Set on a raised base, it was about four feet tall and in the shape of a T, with three holes along the crossbar. The top half of the beam could be moved up along rails bolted to either side. "So you want to put me in this and then... well and then fuck me I suppose?" Andy further enquired, totally intrigued by the device.

"Why not?" replied Evgeny coming to Andy's side, his hand once again feeling up the young Australian's buttocks. "It used to happen all the time in Mastrovia - a tradition that has sadly been lost."

"You're kidding me!"

"No! Not at all! I do not know if you realise, but Mastrovian men have different attitudes towards sex than most Western men. We do not consider male buggery to be some depraved act - a perversity that only the gay minority engage in. Most Mastrovian men prefer to fuck other men and are not ashamed to admit it. For us, fucking a man is an act of dominance, mentally thrilling as well as physically enjoyable. So if a man was set in the pillory for a few hours, he would be sure to get buggered many times over as part of his punishment."

"Bloody hell!"

"Sadly the practice was banned by the Communists many years ago, and now... well, we are part of the modern world and it would not do to have such things happen in public, so this pillory is hidden away and no longer used. But it has always been my wish..."

"... And I'll make it come true!" interrupted Andy, his hungry sex ruling over his brain and that voice that was pleading for him to get out of here fast. "I'll do it... You can put me in it and then bugger me... God, how exciting!"

"You agree! Oh thank you Andy."

Evgeny pulled the young man towards him. He gazed into Andy's eyes for a second then plunged his face against the Australian's - lips smashing against lips, mouths parting for tongues to slither and taste each other as they fenced in a dance of release. Wrapped in each other's arms, they kissed long and passionately, tongues lashing, teeth gnashing, bodies writhing, clutching at each other. Evgeny's left hand joined the right in groping Andy's ass. He felt the full buns through the fabric of the knee length shorts then slipped a hand beneath them and under the briefs to grapple with naked flesh. Evgeny bucked at him with his groin, a man of honour now suddenly unleashed into the hungry savage, his hand moving inwards to search for the hole he was determined to ravish.

He found it with ease! Andy felt big fingers entering his crack then they were there at his pucker, and one was forced up!

In this dark place of torment with the scent of man sex all around, Andy was invaded at both ends. There was a tongue in his mouth lashing and tasting, and a finger in his asshole wriggling around. He was held in strong arms, the strong arms of the Law, crushed against a man - a hot horny policeman who was driving him wild: with his tongue, with his finger, with the mass of his body - with his lovely big cock that he had yet to take out, but simply had to go up Andy Hudson's ass no matter what perversion or risk was now asked!

Finally Evgeny broke away with his mouth. Andy let out a gasp, writhing against the policeman, clenching on the finger that was still inside him.

"Oh yeah! Shit yeah, Evgeny! Come on, mate! Let's do it! Set me up how you want and fuck my brains out!"

"You are sure?" asked Evgeny, slipping him another finger to frig with two. "It would be wrong of us to do this - it is technically a crime, but..."

"... I'm certain!" cried Andy, on fire for the man. "God that feels good. But I want more than your fingers up my ass. I can't wait to have your cock inside me!"

Evgeny stared at him hard, his face quizzing and serious. "And I can fuck you in the pillory, like it was done in times of old - enjoy the experience that is my heritage - enjoy it in the full, the way it used to be done?"

"Anything!" snarled Andy, totally crazed with the need to get gloriously rode by this hot horny stud. "You can do whatever you want as long as I get your cock up my ass fucking me wildly!"

"Excellent! So come! Let me show you how it works."

With a final twist of the fingers inside Andy's rectum, Evgeny withdrew his hand from Andy's shorts. He stepped past him and slid the top portion of the pillory beam upwards, locking it into place with a wooden peg.

"Step up here," the policeman directed.

Compelled to obey, for the man, for his cock, for the adventure of it all, Andy did as he was asked. There were two small openings in the base of the platform. Andy placed each foot through the semicircular apertures. He watched transfixed as Evgeny bent down and slid the matching pieces into place, locking each one around his ankles with another peg, leaving him secured with his legs slightly spread.

Feeling rather unstable, Andy rested his left hand on the crossbeam for support.

"That's it," Evgeny encouraged. "Rest your wrists in the slots and put your head right through the part in the middle."

Andy did as he was told, finding it all an incredible turn on. His cock was throbbing, his asshole was pulsating, his heart was racing, thrilled beyond measure. He had played a few games in his chequered past, flirted with bondage, but never anything like this - so scarily real in this authentic setting. But he wasn't afraid - he trusted the man and he was desperate for some sex. He needed to get fucked by a dominant force. The past two days had set off a craving that demanded gratification. The pillory and Evgeny would be just the job - the most adventurous fornication he'd ever engaged in.

THUD!

The top half of the beam came down across Andy's neck and wrists, pinning his head and hands into position. Thrilling apprehension surged through his body, and his cock strained within his briefs, twitching with arousal. Evgeny slid the fastening dowels through on either side, latching the beam securely. Andy struggled a little - he tested out his bondage, and found that he was unable to move. He couldn't even adjust his head enough to see where the policeman was.

"There, how does that feel?" asked Evgeny from behind, a hint of menace to his voice.

"Kinky as hell, although it's not very comfortable," Andy replied.

Evgeny came round to the front of the pillory. He grabbed a handful of Andy's wavy brown hair and chugged on it hard, jerking his face upwards. Andy let out a yelp as Evgeny yelled at him, "It's not meant to be comfortable, you stupid asshole!"

Suddenly that trust was thrown across the room and shattered like a glass on the chamber's ancient stone walls. Andy Hudson's Mastrovian adventure had just taken a very scary turn, that he wasn't at all best pleased with!