The Brotherhood 8 (Conclusion)


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[GAY] [WARNING] [PENECTOMY] [TESTICLES] [NULLIFICATION] [MINOR]

Various disappointments are experienced.


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THE BROTHERHOOD

By Pueros

Chapter 8 – Disappointments

(Somewhere in Asia, October 1996)

The first disappointment was experienced at the secret IBBL Asian pleasurecentre, where volunteer slave 3-20950, now immovably chained spreadeagled to the bondage frame, had been entertaining the Arab Crown Prince.

Simon’s soon-to-be severed cock had maintained its embarrassing rigidity despite his earlier ejaculation and the awfulness of his recent beating and imminent penectomy. However, the boy’s shame at his body’s reaction to his appalling circumstances was no longer uppermost in his mind. Instead, the 14 years old was in a delirium of anguish after having the whole of his rear, his back, buttocks and legs, paddled, caned, strapped, cropped and whipped so that it was a mishmash of multi-coloured stripes, many bloody.

The front of Simon’s body had also suffered as his now naked Arab torturer regularly added weights to the chain linking the severe clamps attached to the boy’s nipples. The pain induced by this particular torment was worsened by the constant movement of the 14 years old’s sublime body in reaction to each carefully delivered blow to his rear. These were carefully spaced in terms of both geography and time so that the young victim could appreciate the agony induced by each vicious strike.

The crying and shrieking Simon’s testes suffered too. The boy had not noticed the couple of small shiny metal rings, of narrow diameter but relatively broad width, on the table displaying the various torture implements when he had bravely walked to the bondage frame. However, he soon became aware of their existence and purpose. The Crown Prince opened the hinges each possessed before snapping them in place tightly around the scrotum of the 14 years old, who was surprised by their painful weight, which caused his sac to stretch and placed great pressure on his balls. The latter was compounded when weights were gradually added to little hooks on the sides of the rings. Like those to his nipples clamps, these were introduced gradually over time during his beating and, as they swung around in limbo with his bodily contortions induced by his flagellation, the resultant distress was considerably enhanced.

Simon, mind lost in an abyss of excruciation, did not notice that his beating had finished until he felt the large ungreased dildo press against his virgin sphincter. They boy wondered which of the terrible anal tools his torturer had chosen to use first from the wide selection available on the nearby table. He was soon to find out as the Crown Prince thrust the implement viciously and mercilessly inside the 14 years old until it could go no further.

Simon screamed loudly as his virginal rectum, earlier cleaned by several enemas, was invaded to the hilt by a strong plastic dildo that was not only long and wide but also possessed a number of small round protrusions, giving the surface a cruel serrated feel. The boy instantly knew that this was not conducive to the welfare of his anal walls, an appreciation confirmed when he felt some of his own blood help to lubricate the monstrous intruder as the Crown Prince rammed it in and out of the 14 years old.

Simon now interspersed frequent pleas for mercy between more incomprehensible yelling as his rear orifice was attacked. However, the entreaties fell on deaf ears. The Crown Prince, own cock re-hardened with the pleasure of inflicting so much suffering on this particular English public schoolboy, despite having been serviced by the 14 years old’s front orifice earlier, was too intent on exacting appalling revenge on the lad’s father through the son.

It was in fact the needs of the large hirsute Arab penis that brought Simon’s initial anal torture with a plastic tool to an end, only for it to be replaced with a human one. The Crown Prince had decided that his restored desires now necessitated the boy’s deflowerment, with the young blood that he would soon feel on his hairy body and cock, as he pressed against and into the 14 years old’s now sanguine form, only adding to the pleasure.

Nevertheless, the main delight that the Crown Prince would gain from his imminent ploughing of Simon’s rectum would be from the thought that he would cut off the boy’s English cock simultaneous to impregnating him with Arabian sperm. This aim induced the acutely excited man to pick up the bejewelled curved knife that would perform the deed.

The sobbing Simon was not sure whether he was pleased or not to find the evil dildo eventually withdrawn to be replaced by the Crown Prince’s cockhead resting against his reddened damaged sphincter. This feeling of uncertainty was compounded by the sight of the knife in the Arab’s hand. The boy did not want to suffer penectomy but, at the same time, wanted his terrible torture to be ended as soon as possible.

As with the dildo, the Crown Prince gave Simon no mercy and he deprived the boy of his anal virginity with one mighty shove, which caused the weights suspended from the 14 years old’s agonised and distended nipples and genitals to sway painfully. However, there was one minor compensation for his young victim, as the previous intruder into his rectum had allowed the present invader to be accommodated a little more comfortably, especially as blood aided lubrication.

Nevertheless, Simon still experienced great excruciation during the act of sodomy, which was conducted with as much brutally as the Crown Prince could summon and was accompanied by the continued torment to his young nipples and balls, as well as from his earlier comprehensive beating. Whilst the Arab enjoyed this particular buggery of a special young boy, which had been the subject of many of his dreams for a very long time, he reached round to the front of the 14 years old’s body to locate his victim’s sexual organs.

Simon was conscious enough of this action, despite the unparalleled nature of his current distress, to feel the Crown Prince grasp his still miraculously hard cock, displaying an ivory-like lustre, with the man’s left hand. The boy then felt cold steel being located against the lower basis of his penis and correctly perceived that it was the Arab’s intention to slice off his young member with one quick uppercut from the sharp blade after he had poured sperm into the 14 years old’s innards.

Despite reaching this conclusion and appreciating the fact that his sodomiser was obviously approaching swift climax, Simon’s whole body suddenly shook in response to the feel of the knife resting on his cock. The boy’s agonised yelping suddenly transformed into an ecstatic moan as, once again, his endangered but throbbing penis erupted several spurts of English semen, which formed an arc of white liquid before falling onto the floor. The 14 years old realised that he must surely have experienced the final ejaculation of his life.

Simon’s own orgasm, induced despite his peril, spurred the Crown Prince to reciprocate with his own, only this time the copious reproductive fluid produced filled the boy’s insides. The agonised, tremulous and shamed14 years old then closed his eyes to wait for the Arab’s blade to perform its wicked task.

(Somewhere in Brazil, same time)

The second disappointment was experienced in the ritual chamber located in the vast Amazonian residence of a certain Brazilian millionaire. Voluntary slave 1-48424’s new master had picked up the castration knife and presented the sharp blade to Pierre’s ball sac, now a deep purple in colour, before enquiring “Are you ready?” However, he obtained an unexpected and discouraging reply. “I’m sorry, sir,” the beautiful 16 years old French youth had answered, “I’m not as I’ve changed my mind.”

Pierre was lucky that the Brazilian did not geld voluntary slaves unless they were willing, not least because that would displease the Brotherhood, of which he was a senior member. The man therefore released the youth and they went to another room to discuss the 16 years old’s change of heart.

“I realised just in time,” Pierre announced, “that it’s my balls who make me who I am. My deeply engrained sado-masochism stems from their existence and I simply wouldn’t enjoy being your slave without them!”

The millionaire tried to hide his disappointment.

(Somewhere in Arabia, same time)

The third disappointment was experienced in a similar ritual chamber in the magnificent remote residence of a certain Arab Sheikh. Involuntary slave 3-20931 had closed his lovely eyes, after hearing his master declare “Zero!”, to await his awful fate whilst the dish beneath him waited to receive his boyhood. However, nothing seemed to happen and so Glen re-opened his eyes and looked downwards. He saw that his smooth genitals were still where he hoped that they would be, attached to his body. The young American then glanced at the Arab, whose face betrayed fury.

The special IBBL contraption had malfunctioned, actually as a result of incorrect assembly by the Sheikh’s staff rather than any inherent fault, although his servants would not discover that fact until much later. This ignorance caused the man to fiddle with the control to try to release the razor wire that would nullify Glen but this soon proved unsuccessful and he eventually resorted to banging the machine in frustration. However, this too proved fruitless.

The Sheikh then stormed out. He did not know whether to order his servants to repair the ingenious cruel device, order another for a repeat performance or simply collect a knife to sever the young American’s sexual organs. In the event, he did none of these things as the desperate needs of his loins, stimulated by Glen’s genital endangerment, caused him to visit one of his boy catamites. Afterwards, distracted by other matters, he simply ordered the 12 years old’s release from the emasculating contraption and later, momentary fad having faded, let the youngster remain intact, at least for now.

(Somewhere in Asia, same time)

The Crown Prince did not feel his disappointment at the secret IBBL Asian pleasurecentre.

The terrified Simon waited for the Arab to dismember him with brave quiet but the uppercut to his cock, still dribbling residual cum, never came. Instead, the boy felt the blade slip away, along with the Crown Prince’s grasp on his penis and the man’s own member from his young ravished anus.

Simon looked down to the floor and saw that the Crown Prince was lying there with his eyes wide open but clearly dead. The unprecedented excitement of the whole scene had been too much for the man’s heart to bear.

(Lancashire, England, one week later)

The fourth disappointment was experienced at a house in Lancashire, England. The academic was expecting the visit of the very senior officer from New Scotland Yard in London, having posted the file compiled by the deceased researcher to the policeman immediately after speaking to him on telephone a week earlier. However, the historian had not been pleased to discover that the Deputy Commissioner had brought his own dossier.

The private conversation between the men was long but resulted in eventual agreement. The academic agreed to allow his deceased friend’s file to be destroyed and to forget its contents. In return, the senior policeman agreed to take no action relating to the contents of his own folder. This had been prepared not by his own force but instead by the security service of the Brotherhood, of which he was a member. It contained written corroborated evidence of the historian’s hushed-up abuse of some boys when he had been a teacher at a certain boarding school.

The academic’s disappointment at the discovery of his naughty past was, however, more than compensated by his new membership of the IBBL.

(Berlin, Germany, same time)

A still-whole Pierre was back on the main stage of the Pink Triangle club in Berlin. It was the monthly bdsm night and the naked French youth was being publicly whipped by the lucky winner of the raffle competition.

(Somewhere in Brazil, same time)

The Brazilian millionaire had been intrigued to learn from his loggers that a white boy had been found living amongst the Amazonian Indians, having apparently been kidnapped as a toddler after straying into the forest from a settlement on a construction site. He was even more interested when he discovered how beautiful the 14 years old blonde was, especially as his employees were insisting on terrible revenge for the colleagues the blue-eyed youngster had slain.

The millionaire therefore assuaged his recent disappointment at Pierre’s departure by inducting the young white Amazonian as another involuntary slave of the Brotherhood, one who would have balls transformed into surgical steel.

The petrified boy had now taken the place of the French youth on the bloodstained castration table in the ritual chamber located in the man’s residence. The 14 years old’s body paint and loincloth had been removed and he was now strapped naked and spreadeagled with his now painful and purple ball sac tied very tightly around the base with cord.

The involuntary slave’s new master, dressed in a black leather mask, with matching body harness and thong, did not bother enquiring “Are you ready?” before embarking on the incision that would lead to the gelding of the boy. The latter’s gag also prevented him from making too much noise as the millionaire exposed the small bloodstained white oblong that formed his left testis before slicing the spermatic cord that attached the organ to his young body.

The white orb was soon joined by its companion in the bowl that had been placed between the crying boy’s splayed legs. The man then prepared to insert the much heavier replacement spheres, which would later cause the 14 years old’s healed scrotum to hang very low, as well as creating some painful jangling when the new eunuch was particularly active. His master was especially looking forward to having the emasculated young slave dance naked regularly for him so that he could see and hear the reaction of the fresh contents of his ball sac.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, May 2002)

The beautiful 16 years old English boy, rucksack over his shoulder, entered the Amsterdam ‘Pink Triangle’ club, intent on seeking employment. “Hello,” said Trevor politely, and with an enchanting smile, to the receptionist, “do you speak English?”

There was no immediate reply and so the 16 years old began to think that perhaps the handsome young man behind the counter, himself now 22 years old and attired in white t-shirt and jeans, the former displaying a small pink triangular motif, did not know the language. However, this was not the case.

Andrew, recently discharged as a voluntary slave and now a prostitute/slave supervisor for the IBBL, had instead just been taken aback by the gorgeousness of the sight before him.

(Maine, U.S.A., same time)

The two young 12 years old friends had just missed the school bus and were walking instead towards their mutual objective when a car pulled up. They recognised and trusted the driver and so accepted his offer of a lift.

The boys were never seen again, except by members of the Brotherhood.

THE END OF PART I

of

THE BROTHERHOOD

by Pueros

[The subsequent experiences and fates of the various personages mentioned in this narrative will be described in part II, to be posted later in the year!]



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