The Brotherhood 4

By Pueros

Chapter 4 – Conventions

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, August 1996)

Volunteer slave 1-48442’s debut performance at the ‘Pink Triangle’ finished rather explosively to the delight of everyone, including himself. As the club’s televisions screened close-ups of the completely smooth 16 years old genitalia, adorned by a silver cockring, being shaken around as the dance routine concluded, the throbbing horizontal erection stopped drooling a thin long string of precum. Instead, spurt after spurt of young English semen emerged from the engorged cockhead to spray both the stage floor and the teenager himself. The theatre resonated with raucous cheering and applause.

Andrew knew that, on this occasion, his literally climactic mishap would not be punished, as the encouragement of such public display of orgasmic ecstasy was one of the reasons for the previous maintenance of a club prostitute’s pre-performance chastity. The teenager’s genitals had simply reacted to the fulfilment of the lad’s dream, stripdancing well in front of hundreds of lusting admirers, assisted by the rapid sensuous oscillations, in time with the music, of his loins. In any case, the act itself was to finish with a caning, pre-knowledge of which had increased the masochistic 16 years old’s excitement.

The music changed to a low classical anthem and the compere returned to the stage, cane in hand. “Our English schoolboy’s misbehaved,” declared the smirking man enthusiastically, whilst rubbing his right fingers in the sperm dribbling down Andrew’s belly, “so he’ll have to be punished in the traditional way of English schools!” The announcer then auctioned the delectation of landing four hard strokes of the cane across the teenager’s lovely lustrous smooth buttocks and a high price was obtained for the pleasure from an American businessman attending an industrial convention in Amsterdam.

The middle-aged American advanced to the stage to applause and much envious comment. “Beat those boy orbs hard!”; “Let’s see the boy squirm and cry!”; “Get the cane bloody!” were some of the louder requests made. The man from Maine tried his best to comply as he collected the cane from the compare and approached Andrew, who had already spread his legs slightly and bent himself over to grasp his ankles in order to present his wonderful bottom nicely for his chastisement. Everyone could see that the naked English teenager’s cock was still hard and throbbing.

“Go, go, go!” rang out from the impatient spectators as the American, his own penis rigid under his suit trousers first gently felt the sublime smoothness of the surface to receive admonishment. “Go, go, go!” roared the watchers as the man then withdrew his hand to raise the cane high above his head. “Go, go, go!” echoed around the theatre, drowning out the loud whack resulting from the first well-aimed strike of the implement across Andrew’s buttocks, the resultant stripe intensifying in whiteness before rapidly changing in colour to a vivid red. The teenager swayed but somehow managed to retain his demeaning stance but his yelp at the infliction of the first blow was slightly delayed as the agony that overwhelmed his backside, and reverberated through his young body, initially took his breath away. However, the 16 years old just managed to utter the cry before the second vicious hit landed, a little below the first.

Andrew’s cock erupted to produce more semen simultaneous with the third strike, causing the compere to announce, to enlivened cheering, an additional two blows for such continued impertinent misbehaviour. Tears began to drip from the teenager’s beautiful eyes with the fourth hit and blood from his buttocks with the fifth as the resultant stripe crossed another. The sixth and last infliction of cane against vulnerable bare skin created the loudest scream yet from the agonised 16 years old, who was beginning to wonder whether his masochism was sufficient for him to fulfil all aspects of his IBBL contract, such was the excruciating pain raging through his gorgeous body.

The acclimation continued long after the hurt tearful naked 16 years old had run back down the narrow connecting platform to return backstage, managing to jump over the many hands trying to grasp his lithe legs as he proceeded. The next act, two handsome 17 years olds artistically removing each other’s clothing before making love, were initially received with boos as the patrons in the hall realised that the superlative nude form of the English schoolboy would not be gracing the stage again that night. The new performers took care to avoid standing on the droplets of blood and semen that now decorated part of the stage floor.

(Somewhere in Arabia, same time)

The doctor arrived in the ritual chamber to find the castration table devoid of the intended 12 years old American gelding. The physician realised that the Sheikh had obviously changed his mind again, as was his occasional want, but that did not necessarily mean that involuntary slave 3-20931’s balls would live for long. The wealthy Arab regularly reversed such decisions, especially if his slaveboys displeased him for some reason.

(London, England, 6 days later)

Volunteer slave 1-48442 was standing, as instructed, in the en-suite bedroom of the IBBL London safe house where he was to meet the Arab Crown Prince who would deflower him before beating and torturing him.

Andrew’s buttocks had healed perfectly from their caning, with the expert help of the ‘Pink Triangle’ club doctor, and were back to their previous immaculate form, albeit not for long. The teenager had made no more Amsterdam stage appearances but had instead spent time recuperating from his debut and being prepared and trained for his next assignment. The disillusionment felt by the 16 years old during his caning had been very fleeting and had been replaced by exhilaration as to what he had just done and suffered by the time that he had run off the stage, cock as rampant as ever.

The worst experience undergone since had been the journey from Amsterdam to London, using a false IBBL-produced passport with pseudonym. The reason was the taut t-shirt that he was made to wear. It was white and bore a small ‘Pink Triangle’ insignia, as did the matching tight white jeans displaying a nice bulge in the groin. However, it was not the club’s motif that caused Andrew acute embarrassment but the large inscription printed on the front and back of the close-fitting garment. This read “Proud to be Gay!” The teenager had never disclosed or flaunted his sexuality in the outside world before and was now abashed at so doing, being permitted no coat or other cover to hide the proclamation. The 16 years old additionally felt shame at being so disconcerted as the statement should have been true. He also knew that its public display on his body was a test of his continued commitment and so made no complaint, despite the many stares he received as he travelled first to Schiphol airport and then from there to London Heathrow. A black taxicab had then deposited him and his escorting Overlord at the safe house, a very valuable terraced property located in the centre of the British capital.

Volunteer slave 1-48442 was now again attired in English schoolboy uniform, although different from the one he had worn during his club debut as this dress was an exact period replica of that worn at the public school attended by the Crown Prince. Nevertheless, the shorts that he was wearing were as tight and skimpy as those that had covered his loins on stage, as were the underlying white briefs and thong.

Andrew’s preparatory bathing and grooming had been carefully supervised by the Overlord and the sweet looking and smelling teenager was now ready to meet his client, who was attending a political convention in London and staying at his country’s embassy. The man, nearly 50 years old, was scheduled to arrive at the safe house at 9p.m.. It was now 9.30p.m..

(Berlin, Germany, same time)

Pierre had worked as a washer-up in the Berlin ‘Pink Triangle’ club’s kitchens for a week after his night with the Brandenburger. This was to allow his marvellous body to recover from the tortures inflicted, a known residual feature of his assignment that had been reflected in the charge levied on the client’s credit card. The 16 years old French teenager was desperate to return to sexual duties on the following afternoon.

(Lake District, England, same time)

13 years old Simon was spending part of his long summer holidays from his English public school with his widower father in the magnificent Lake District. The boy’s parent, a senior Civil Servant, had rented a cottage on the banks of one of the more remote and quieter lakes. The pretty blonde-haired blue-eyed only child, the apple of the adult’s eye, had spent the day skilfully sail-boarding despite the rain, impervious to the cool temperature of both the air and water within the rubbers clinging tightly to his sublime young body.

As Simon played a board game with his father in front of a warm log fire, he was looking forward to sail-boarding again on the lake in the morning.

(London, England, same time)

The return of the Overlord to the bedroom indicated the final arrival of the Crown Prince at the safe house. Volunteer slave 1-48442’s cock hardened in recognition and anticipation before he was escorted downstairs to the hall doorway that revealed further steps leading down to the specially converted cellar.

The Overlord wished Andrew luck before allowing the teenager to descend alone to the cellar door below. It was of metal and was operated electronically. The 16 years old, aware that he was now being observed from within by virtue of an overhead closed circuit television camera, took a deep breath before pressing the button on the side wall that would confirm his arrival to the sole occupant of the chamber inside. The youth knew that he would have to wait patiently for the door to open to permit access as he had been told that his client liked to keep his English schoolboy whores waiting to add to their possible anxiety. However, the only addition that the lad actually experienced was a lengthening of his cock.

It was 10 minutes before the door finally slid open and volunteer slave 1-48442 stepped inside. The scene was exactly as had been described for him. The fat bearded Crown Prince, resplendently dressed in flowing Arab costume, was sat in a large armchair facing a small low square polished wooden platform. Either side of him were small tables, their tops level with the chair armrests and covered with dishes containing fruit and snack delicacies, a half-full glass and a decanter of whisky, which the man liked to drink straight despite the fact that his faith forbade the consumption of alcohol.

There was a large coffee-type table between the chair and platform, on top of which rested several small television monitors, run by controls in the chair armrests. More closed circuit television cameras were trained from a number of angles onto the stage. As in the ‘Pink Triangle’ clubs, the live view of the erotic dance performance was to be supplemented by television screens whose pictures were capable of zooming in to give very close and intimate sight of the subject of their interest.

On the opposite side of the platform from the Crown Prince, stood a rectangular metal bondage frame with adjustable shackles at each corner. On an adjacent table were a selection of clamps, dildos and instruments of flagellation, as well as several other items.

As Andrew unhesitatingly walked to the platform, where he would initially kneel and place his forehead on the floor in homage to his client, he knew that there would be nothing else in the chamber, not even a bed on which to lose his virginity.

The Crown Prince’s bad experiences at his English public school had included being bullied as well as being ignored rather than helped by the blonde-haired blue-eyed boy he most admired and actually fruitlessly yearned for. What the Arab was about to require of the 16 years old English teenager was part of his regular search for vengeance.

(Lake District, England, noon, next day)

Simon’s father was frantic as he could find his son nowhere. The frightened distraught 50 years old had just used his motorboat to retrieve the boy’s sail-board, which he had seen floating in the middle of the lake. He eventually used the cottage telephone to contact the emergency services.

(London, England, same time)

Andrew was asleep in the bedroom of the safe house, having being given a sedative. The still-naked teenager was lying on his front as the whole of the back of his body, his torso, bottom and legs, displayed a mishmash of vicious stripes of various widths and dark hues. The youth’s ravaged bumcheeks hid the damage to the 16 years old’s previously virgin anus. The Overlord had done his best to tend to the wounds, which included bloodied and distended nipples, but realised that he could do no more for now. The lad needed rest, time and a doctor’s attentions before he would mend fully. The ‘Pink Triangle’ employee, and secret IBBL servant, estimated a month’s recovery period at least.

The Overlord had watched the videos of volunteer slave 1-48442’s overnight ordeal. After erotically slowly stripdancing to nudity for the Crown Prince, Andrew had knelt between the seated man’s legs to await the parting of the lower robes to allow access to large throbbing Arabian cock for young English lips. The teenager’s first ever act of fellatio took almost half an hour to complete. However, it was performed with proficient success as the product was fully consumed and the 16 years old oral orifice, previously well-trained using special dildos filled with copious amounts of artificial but realistic sperm, brought intense pleasure to the recipient of its skilful attentions.

The Crown Prince, inherent anger at English schoolboys now reinforced by post-sex guilt, had then chained Andrew in a spreadeagled position to the bondage frame and introduced nasty clamps to the teenager’s nipples before beating the back of his body with a paddle and cane. Weights would be gradually added to the clamps whilst the Arab turned to leather to continue the youth’s beating. A strap, crop and finally multi-stranded whip were introduced to the crying, shrieking 16 years old’s rear, the lad’s pleas for mercy ignored.

Greased dildos of various sizes were then inserted into Andrew’s virgin anus, causing the screams and associated entreaties to increase even more in volume, before the Crown Prince’s cock was ready to destroy the teenager’s virginity. The Arab slowly stripped naked before positioning himself behind the sobbing youth and presenting his re-hardened penis to the 16 years old’s sore reddened sphincter. The man then clasped the lad’s hips and unceremoniously pulled them towards him whilst thrusting his own loins forward.

Volunteer slave 1-48442’s own cock responded to his deflowerment by shooting semen upwards before the white liquid flow descended in a wide arc onto the floor of the platform. Andrew’s yelps and tears increased but the agonised teenager did not know whether this was because of the fresh pains searing through his body, as he felt the massive Arabian phallus plunge deep into his insides before withdrawing again to repeat the process, or because of joy.

The safe house bell rang and the Overlord went to open the front door to allow the doctor to come in. “Worse than ever,” the Dutchman replied to the visitor’s question of “How did he treat this one?”

(Berlin, Germany, same time)

The academic from Lancashire, England was attending a scholarly convention in Berlin but did not intend to bother with that afternoon’s session. The historian instead decided to indulge himself at the city’s ‘Pink Triangle’ club. Like most other users of the establishment, who had never heard of the IBBL or even suspected its existence, he was a member of ‘Pink Triangle International’ (‘PTI’), giving access to the gay organisation’s many facilities worldwide, as well as a discount on its multifarious products. However, the membership came with stringent conditions, not least the maintenance of confidentiality relating to PTI’s activities and adherence to safe sex practices. Only those who had successfully passed a blood test were allowed unprotected enjoyment of the bodies of the universally lovely young male prostitutes.

The full-time club doctor had taken a blood sample from the academic the day previously and, using unique IBBL technology, was able to give the man clearance to indulge fully in the establishment’s youthful delights by the time of the visitor’s return 24 hours later, armed with a reassurance that he had not indulged elsewhere in the interim. The historian was of course unaware that IBBL members had to report for testing whenever they had sex outside the confines of other members, servants and slaves. As the penalty for defying this rule was expulsion or worse, none ever considered non-compliance.

The academic was looking at the array of photographs of ‘Pink Triangle’ male prostitutes displayed on the walls of the club’s large luxurious reception area and chose one that most suited his tastes, the small electronic screen underneath the teenager’s picture confirming his immediate availability. The historian unprofessionally declined to examine the large album containing a brief historical resume about, and many more portraits, most in poses leaving nothing to the imagination, of the whore, being happy with his selection and preferring to learn about the scenery in the flesh. He booked Pierre for the whole afternoon.

(Somewhere in Arabia, same time)

Involuntary slave 3-20931, scrotum fully recovered from the possibly only temporarily delayed threat to life within, was lying face-up and naked on the Sheikh’s large opulent bed. Glen held his legs upwards in the air, as he had been taught, in readiness for his own deflowerment. Lovely 12 years old American lips then uttered a loud agonised yell that resounded around the Arab’s remote palatial residence as a mammoth cock was thrust inside the boy. No-one took any attention of the subsequent prolonged shrieking and sobbing, especially the man who was thoroughly enjoying being their creator.

(Berlin, Germany, same time)

The academic had been most pleased with his choice of young afternoon partner. The beauty of the 16 years old’s completely smooth body had exceeded expectations, as had his personality and skills in bed. However, although he had expertly disguised the fact, Pierre had been disappointed with his client’s conservative tastes. The historian had first wanted some company whilst he enjoyed the afternoon cabaret in the theatre, followed by old-fashioned gay sex in the hired guestroom. The French teenager had enjoyed being sucked off by his customer but the man’s cock had been a little too small for the youth to appreciate fully its subsequent invasion of his rectum and own mouth.

Pierre had also been worried by the academic’s queries regarding the tiny tattoo and brandmark displayed on his youthful lithe arms. The teenager had responded with appropriately evasive answers and later reported the matter, as per standing instructions, to his Overlord, who passed the information on to the IBBL security service. The youth had perceptively considered the historian’s questions as being too intrusive to be completely innocent.

(Somewhere in the U.S.A., September 1996)

Tremulous involuntary slave 2-23859 was chained naked and spreadeagled between two posts with many television cameras focused on him from all angles. The 15 years old American felt pleasurable sensations course through his beautiful young body as his challenge started and the timer began counting down from 1200 seconds. The terrified Brad looked down at his rampant erection, oozing precum into the transparent condom-like cockhead attachment. He knew that the triggering of the switch in the tube, to which the attachment was connected, by semen would reset the timer only to 120 seconds. After that time was up, razor wire would be released, inside the top of the light thin plating, which was immovably supported by a metal leg firmly embedded in the ground below and which tightly encircled his sexual organs. The wire would be forced by extremely strong springs to move rapidly to the bottom. The boy, now with a tiny tattoo on his right arm and brandmark on his left arm, also appreciated that soft young genitalia had no chance of preventing subsequent rapid severance.

Brad had recently stripdanced at the opening ceremony of the annual IBBL convention, being held that year at the North American pleasurecentre. The 15 years old had subsequently lost his virginity to the organisation’s outgoing Supreme Master, a black Nigerian oil tycoon, before also servicing the other Grand Masters with his anal and oral orifices over ensuing days. The young American had just stripdanced again, competently despite his acute fear, as the penultimate highlight of the closing ceremony, before being chained to the posts.

Brad was outdoors as the floodlit platform that he was on was situated in the centre of a large courtyard surrounded by buildings with roof verandas. Both the courtyard and the verandas were dotted with the tables at which the convention delegates had been served dinner and drinks by other involuntary boy slaves, under the close supervision of the pleasurecentre’s adult servants. The boys only wore minuscule white briefs displaying a small North American IBBL logo. The skimpy attire frequently tempted many of the diners to grope the delicious bulges at the front or pinch the sweet curves at the rear. This sometimes caused the dropping of dishes or glasses or the spilling of their contents. The lads knew that such accidents would be noted by their Overseers and that they would be punished for their carelessness later, a prospect that appalled all of them.

However, it was his own immediate prospects that terrified involuntary slave 2-23859 as the young American felt his loins begin to boil as the penile and anal vibrators began to have an effect, aided by a 15 years old body suffused with strong aphrodisiacs. The boy did not have to look down at the digital clock, on top of the device that was causing his body to experience a strange mix of pleasure and horror, to see how long he had to endure the torment. Huge timepieces, located high on the middle walls of the four buildings surrounding the courtyard, were replicating the countdown. The one straight ahead revealed that there was still 900 seconds to go and the aghast Brad suddenly recognised, as his cock began to vibrate uncontollably as a result of imminent orgasm, that he had failed his challenge.

(Somewhere in Asia, same time)

The left arm of the Crown Prince’s 50th birthday present was being branded with his new number at the end of his initiation as the latest involuntary IBBL slave.

Simon had been abducted from the Lake District and taken to the Asian pleasurecentre to train to serve the fat Arab. Selection of the 13 years old for the role had been quite deliberate as he was the offspring of the boy with whom the Crown Prince had been so infatuated and disappointed with at his English public school, an establishment the son now attended.

The Crown Prince had already been making plans for Simon, who looked remarkably like his father at the same age. The Arab wanted the son to suffer the same sexual frustration that he had endured at school, being unable to consummate his deep desire.

The Crown Prince was already pleased at the immense distress that Simon’s disappearance had caused his distraught father, who did not know whether his son had been abducted or lay drowned somewhere at the bottom of the lake alongside which they had been holidaying idyllically. Dredging of the substantial and very deep expanse of water and other enquiries and searches had proved completely fruitless.

The Crown Prince had decided that pleasurable revenge would be complete if, after treating Simon as he did all other English schoolboy whores, he could initiate lifelong frustration for the 13 years old before afterwards sending the lad’s dismembered cock to his father.

(To be continued in chapter 5 – ‘Pleasures’)