Chapter I

A Tale of Cutting.

Ok, from the outset lets make it quite clear this is a creative short story of pure fiction, all characters are imaginary and nothing in it suggests that any actions described have or will take place. However ritual circumcision is an accepted norm in some cultures as are Shamans, but not necessarily in the same action! This is an example of how some abuse on a boy can be legal! . None of the other actions in this tale are morally or legally permissible!!!!

For sometime I did not see the Japanese engineer again, frankly his heavy Oriental sadism both turned me on and frightened me… but I was still mesmerized by the images of pubescent, naked, smooth, oiled bodies writhing in their consensual pain. Of course I was still doing it with various boys including Joss’s little brother Pan who was developing into the perfect house boy. Then about a year later I met Mr. Joko San in one of those ex pat bars, he had the delectable Sanchez in tow. We got into conversation that then turned on to boys. “You were very turned on by my little games.. I hope you are practicing on the slut you have?” He indicated the 12y Pan who was sipping an elicit beer. In fact I had and the slut appeared to enjoy it, especially having his arse belted which made his little cock get rigid and throb. “Of course you know here a boy has to be cut around his age? It’s explicitly required on religious grounds, but I suspect the animists have always done it as an initiation! It’s the perfect opportunity to take things quite a bit further with out risk.. Interested?” Now whilst liking the unaltered organ, a cut cock is quite practical and I had seen some beauties the cut well down the shaft and tight so when erect the cock strained against the restraining tissue with an effect not unlike a cock ring. I realized that Pans family would eventually want him cut and I was expected to arrange it. As normal the boy was quite willing for the ordeal, though dreading it. I asked Mr. San to explain and what he told me set my own cock raging, it was just as well Pan could not understand. Mr. San had with his flare taken the traditional practice, painful enough, and perverted it into an extreme sadistic spectacular. It’s amazing what one can get away wish if you call it “religion” rather than “sadism”!! I really could not turn down such an offer, Pan had no choice but to agree and the family were delighted, especially when I produced a wad of $$ to pay for the party after!!

The night before he slept in my bed as usual and I enjoyed his pubescent body to the full, I loved the way he twisted and moaned as I sucked his hard little cock, especially as I knew it would be a couple of months before I could do it again, then the organ would be transformed. Before first light I took him in a Pedi cab to the hovel where his Gran and mother lived and was given a warm tea to sip whilst the boy was prepared. He was taken outside of the front of the house and his shorts and tee shirt taken off and burnt. He stood there naked, shivering and so sexy as he was scrubbed in freezing water and the local kids speculated as to his ordeal. The younger ones were gazing in awe and the older ones displaying evidence of successful cuts and recounting gory details of the process. I caught a snippet of boyish treble “…. and when he came to the last boy, the shaman coughed, the knife slipped and cut the end of his cock right off!” My boy was then dressed in a new silk sarong, a high collared loose shirt and a little black hat decorated with flowers, he looked stunningly beautiful especially as the fear was building in his eyes. I left him there to rendezvous with Mr. San. Pan would follow later in another Pedi cab with the other boys going to be cut in the same session, after attending morning prayers. It was still not day light.

The address that Mr. San had given me was deep beyond another barrio, the usual squalor of poverty prevailed. We passed one of the town dumps on the way, just as it was getting light. Already scores of filthy half naked brats were scrabbling about in the detritus in search of a living. The rubbish was delivered in yellow painted hand carts, several with boys straining between the shafts, a rope halter cutting into their brown naked torsos. An older man working noticeably less hard pushed behind. I reckoned that boys that were driven to augmenting the family pittance of around 1$ a day by performing in bed or even more, as Pan was shortly going to be called upon to do, had the best deal. To hell with morality and virtue!

The house was set on an extensive plot of land with mangrove and coconut palms on the river beach behind the barrio. Later I was told that this land was haunted and a monster white crocodile inhabited the river, waiting to snatch a tasty naked boy or two for dinner. It was even whispered the Shaman was the crocodile and transformed into it every dusk. Whatever, no child or adult would come near the place between dusk and dawn. It was a traditional house raised on stilts above the turgid waters. Outside up wooden steps was a narrow veranda. Inside was one big room with exposed supporting posts at something like 2m spacing. There was a curtained off cooking area at the back. The roof was high, no ceiling and chinks of light showing through the tiles. Along one wall were coops with prize fighting cocks but there was no furniture or the usual trappings of modernity. Right in the middle two of the posts had been pierced and a cross beam inserted about 60cm off the floor. About 1,5m above that was another cross beam, part of the structure of the building. The lower cross beam, like the rest of the house, was old and it was smooth and polished in the middle. Parallel to it at either side were bamboo poles lashed to the floor boards. Beneath the bar the rough boards were noticeable stained, with what looked like blood! In front of the back curtain squatted an older but still hansom woman wearing a sarong tied below her loose naked breasts in the manner of a century before, flanking her were two small girls of about 8y and the other about 10y, one was exceptional dark skinned and the other quite pale. Both were very beautiful, with shining oiled skin and eye lids blacked with kohl and shining black hair down to their waists. Both had lithe pre pubescent boyish bodies, naked except for a thick gold chain round their narrow waists and a gold ankle bracelet with tiny bells. Mr. San welcomed me cordially; he was looking smooth in a black satin tank top and running shorts. He had with him his catamite Sanchez and two rough older teens. “We have a short wait whist my boys prepare the camera and lights, and for our little film stars to arrive! It’s so charming how eager and willing they are to perform and how grateful they and there families are after!’ I had not thought that this was going to be a Bollywood Production but I should have guessed!!

The assistant bustled about preparing the camera and lights, there was a small commotion outside as the Pedi cab with the young stars arrived, and several more with family and supporters. The immaculately prepared boys mounted and squatted down in an apprehensive row on the veranda, the rest squatted in the road outside chattering like a troupe of monkeys.

Inside all fell silent. Mr. San was the attentive Director and sensing the opportune moment he whispered to Sanchez who scuttled in the back room. “Let us start then shall we? I will introduce you to the Shaman, a Master Cutter; you have to give him your instructions as to how you want your boy cut, bit like how you want your steak done!” The Shaman was ushered in, a scrawny guy in middle age, quite naked and not a hair on his body or shaved head. With him were two small boys one about 12 years and the other about 14 years, also with shaved heads, leaving a long tuft on the forehead, hairless and naked, except for charm strings round their lean loins.. They too had oiled shining skin and kohl on the eyelids; they were as beautiful as the little girls. One carried a roll of instruments and a box of other supplies and the second a small brazier of glowing charcoal and a small leather pouch. He proved charming and polite with perfect English. “Honored to meet you Mr. Joshua and to cut your boy for you, I’m sure you will find the experience rewarding!! Now Mr. San here always instructs me to cut his for maximum pleasure for him and maximum ordeal for the boy. Healed he should experience the stimulation of enhanced erections, and the frustration of delayed or denied orgasms. This means cutting very tight and very high up on the shaft, has the effect not unlike a permanent cock ring.” He demonstrated on the older of the boy assistants, the boy’s cock was exceptionally long and almost immediately became very hard straining against the constraining tissue. The scar obviously tight was close to the boys brown belly and most of the erection was of the pinker membrane. The boy moaned and trembled and was struck across the cheek for his pains. “Business before pleasure Slut!!’ “Actually I cut this one so tight he can’t cum from wanking; he has to rely on anal stimulation. I know my friend there strongly disapproves but he is in no position to judge!!” Obviously the Master Cutter was far from the local shaman he made out to be! “Lastly you have a choice of how much pain I inflict on the boy as I cut him. There is always quite a lot, but it can be minimized or enhanced. I can assure you that this will not affect his speedy recovery.” I considered a moment. My jack off fantasies had been coloured by small boys suffering unspeakable agonies since early childhood, I was being offered a chance to realize some of it. “I think I want my steak very well done, cut as high and as tight as possible for maximum arousal and maximum frustration. I would also like you to take the boy to the limit and give him an experience he will not forget!” My cock lurched at the implications of what I had just ordained for my cute little house boy. “His father was from the jungle country up river wasn’t he? Then we can do a very special traditional enhancement for him!” “Would you like him to be cut first to get it over with, or cut latter for maximum agonies of anticipation?” I had to savor every moment so settled for later! Mr. Sam’s candidate was also going to get special treatment and would be going very last as the denouement of the film!

The Shaman’s acolytes had put on small masks over the upper face; these were formed in the likeness of a fighting cock. The boys bustled about shuttering and baring the front windows to the veranda, and then one opened the door and beckoned to the lucky candidates. By this time the Shaman had also put on a full face mask of fearsome form. There were five boys to be cut. Three village boys, one about 10 or 11years and two long over due for cutting at maybe 13 years. Then my darling little Pan entered and finally a Chinese boy of about 12 years. The latter was dressed in a high collared traditional jacket of coarse white cloth and matching loose pants cut at mid calf. Each carried a packet of cigarettes, the local sort laced with the narcotic cloves, and a very ordinary bottle of drinking water. There was a mutter of Arabic in prayer then a little clap from the crowd outside then silence. The front door was shut and barred and the boys instructed to strip and fold their clothes in neat piles. Naked except for their charm strings, bodies shining with heady smelling coconut oil, pubescent genitals shrunken, through cold or fear, they were an inspiring sight. One at a time they came to the Shaman and presented him with the cigarettes and the water. Then Shaman’s boy acolytes went to each candidate in turn and using what looked like leather thongs lashed the boy’s wrists together and tied a longer trace round each ankle. Suitably prepared the boys were lined up along the front wall and their wrists were tied tight to a beam above them. So tight in fact that they had to stand on their toes. Five little sacrificial goats ready for the ‘slaughter’, it was a delicious sight!

Next the Shaman sat crossed legged facing the bound boys. The bigger of the two bows place a Q’uran wrapped in silk on a stand in front of the Shaman and unwrapped it and opened it. The smaller of the two boys place the brazier in front of him and blew the charcoal glowing. In the embers he placed several small steel tools, a bit like screw drivers with worn wooden handles. He laid out other mysterious implements around it including some wicked looking knives. He then sprinkled some herbs and powder, I’m sure I smelt Ganja and a whiff of raw Opium. Finally he took one cigarette out of each pack and crumbled it into the burning mixture. The Shaman bent over the brazier and inhaled deeply and started chanting, it was terrifyingly believable. I later learnt that it was commonly believed that he could bring health and good fortune to his clients but could also cause death or disfigurement to his or their enemies.. If you sit in front of a computer in the rational Western World you will scoff at such tales.. Here they are explicitly believed. He inhaled again, then went over to each boy in turn, kissed him full on the lips and breathed the smoke into him, then placed his hand on the boys head, sacred here in Asia, and intoned a blessing.. For what ever reason each boy in his turn became fully erect and the Shaman inspected the boys cock and pulled back on the foreskin. No doubt he was making a professional assessment of each. He then went back to sit Buddha like in front of the brazier and seemed to go into a trance. The acolytes lined up the bottles and opened each one. The Shaman poured a little water from the first bottle into a glass, rubbed his hand over the top, intoned a short prayer, blew smoke over it then returned it to the bottle, the acolyte added a small script of Arabic, a Q’uranic prayer, and stoppered it. The Shaman repeated with the other bottles. After I found out that this produced a powerful ‘medicine’ for the boy who had to take a sip, then splash a little on his hand and wet his face from chin to brow, repeated three times at exactly Five o’clock each morning. When the water was finished he had to return to the Shaman to have his cut inspected and offer gifts. After more meditation he got swiftly and went over to the cross bar in the centre of the room, clapped his hands and pointed to one of the bigger barrio boys. He let out an audible moan of terror and pissed himself all over the wooden boards. The acolytes went over to him released him from the overhead beam and with one each side gripping his elbows marched him over to the central crossbeam and sat him down in the middle. I also noticed that Mr. San had filmed nothing up to this point, nor had the lights been turned on, the ritual was considered sacred and its power could only be diminished by the digicam. Lights! Camera! Action! Now the terrified boy was fully revealed in all his nakedness and vulnerability. Now the ritual was over and the action was about to start!

The acolytes went one to each ankle and pulled his legs apart as far as they would go, he moaned and protested a little and they pulled even harder. The first ankle was lashed in place to the bamboo floor bar and that boy went to help the other one and the pulled and tugged until he was painfully and fully stretched, both ankles lashed in place. They then went round to his head and one pushed him backwards and the other eased him back until his head hung towards the floor. They took his bound wrists over his head and tied them as tight as the two boys could pull to the other bamboo floor bar. The first victim was only supported by his upper buttocks resting on the crossbeam. He was bent like a bow, backwards; his belly sucked it and ribs prominent. The pubis and boy cock were thrust upwards and full accessible and vulnerable. The balls hung loosely over the perium toward the lower buttocks that were visible between the spread thighs. The Shaman sat astride the crossbar facing his victim. He stroked the boys taught belly and pubis and fondled the boy’s cock until he was hard. Then he spoke gently into the boy’s ear. The boy gave a little cry and started sobbing. “Please no, no – pain too big!” He whispered again and the boy stopped his fretting. “Please yes, like that!’ The Shaman whispered some more then louder “that a deal Boy? Promise!” – “I promise Lord (or the local word that implies the greatest respect)” All the while he had been wanking the boys cock but now he stopped. “Please Lord – no stop – want cum – then you cut!”. The Shaman continue stoking the boy but nodded to the smaller of the acolytes who knelt between the boys thighs and started expertly sucking the boys engorged cock and squeezing his balls, until his belly muscles worked and he orgasmed while making little mewling cries of lust, the acolyte sucked him dry. While the boy lay gasping in post orgasmic stupor the Shaman was handed a hypodermic syringe, and swiftly injected a shot each into the right and left pubis, hefted the boys ball sack and one into the base of his genitals and finally two into the softening penis shaft.. The boy did not take this quietly but screamed and twisted in his bonds at each shot then lay panting and sweat slicked. The Shaman laid his hand on the boy’s brow and said something that quietened him. “Now we wait a little for the shots to take effect and I explain a little. First I choose this boy to go first as he is cowardly and scared of pain in spite of being a big lad. It is important that a boy suffer to become a man but not more than he can stand and not so much as to break him or shame him. First I asked him if I should cut him quickly with out shots. He did not want that. Next it is important that a boy does not get an erection in the first few days after cutting so we wank him off. Last I make a deal with him. I cut him in a way that makes his cock grow big, all the boys and all the girls will want it in their bellies! There will only be a little pain but when the water ‘medicine’ is finished he comes back and stays for two nights. He gets to test his new cock by learning to fuck the smaller boy and the bigger girl, me and my bigger boy get to fuck his arse. And he has to bring a gift of a cock and a hen! Not a bad deal eh?”

He flicked the boy’s cock and got no reaction, obviously the anesthetic had taken hold. He held out his hand and was passed two fish hooks with lengths of line attached. He deftly pierced these into the boy’s foreskin, one at the top and one at the bottom. The boy screamed and thrashed in his bondage, the Shaman put the lines on the hooks over the upper cross beam, jerked them tight and tied them tight. The boy’s foreskin and cock were now stretched tightly away from his belly; this forced the boy to lift his belly as much as he could. He was slick with sweat and blood oozed out of the wounds down the brown skin of the cock shaft. The boy screamed and pleaded. “Please No Lord! - It Hurts! – Ahhhh! –Please no!” His toes stretched upwards as the waves of pain hit him. The Shaman ignored him and was passed a pair of medical forceps, these he clipped across the stretched fore skin diagonally, close to the tip of the cock and angled towards the belly. The bigger acolyte passed his a white-hot knife from the brazier and the Shaman slowly burnt and cauterized through the stretched foreskin above the forceps. The redundant tissue flipped in the air as it was finally severed. The boy sank panting, the Shaman un clipped the forceps and the foreskin retracted back revealing the nice pink glans of the boys cock. The air was thick with the smell of burnt boy flesh. The Shaman applied a loose dressing. the boy was untied and helped groggily to his feet. The Shaman spoke to him.” I said remember your promise or your cock will go putrid and fall off!” The boy looked as though he believed it as he walked unsteadily to squat by the door. “When he comes back he will be given a new charm string incorporating his lost foreskin. He will also get some sex instruction and I will discuss what he likes with the village headman. I think he may well be very gay and passive, make a good lady boy. If so the headman will make sure he is understood and protected.”

The smallest boy was next and the Shaman explained to me that he was to be given a swift and relatively painless cut. “He’s a courageous little boy but needs confidence to develop!” He was cute and pretty in a way only the pre pubescent boy can be. The procedure followed roughly along the lines of the first boy. He sweated, squirmed, cried and bled, but was courageous through out. His forfeit was also a cockerel and a hen, but he would spend one night playing sex games with the smallest girl and boy. He was also groggy when released and staggered off to squat alongside the first boy..

The last and biggest barrio boy was led out, he was all swagger and macho confidence. Again he was bound in the same fashion and the Shaman spoke to him, at first gently then harshly. The boy kept shaking his head in denial. “No Lord!”. Then “No Lord- Haroun begged for it!” – “You’re a Liar!” retorted the Shaman, my birds always tell me the truth!” The Shaman explained as he fondled the boys cock roughly and pinched the hard nubs of his tits. “This boy is a bully and a coward. He acts tough with weaker smaller boys, and sometimes girls too. He likes to hurt them to please the bigger youths he hangs round with. There have been complaints about him from the village. He raped the first boy so he bled for days too!” –“Haroun’s just a faggot lady boy!’! – “No remorse you see! And no imagination! For this boy I will make it very hard, break his stubborn cruel spirit and teach humility! He’d be a danger to himself and the community otherwise!” The Shaman beckoned to the older acolyte who knelt between the boys spread thighs and began working the boys cock with his mouth, but not gently. He bit and pulled at the boys genitals. He cried out in protest but none less was hard. The acolyte got a small bamboo stick and holding the boys cock in one hand, pinched the piss slit open and pushed it in about 10cm. Now the boy did scream and thrashed about as far as his bonds would allow but the acolyte relentlessly fucked the boys piss slit until blood was running down the cock shaft. He then pulled out the bamboo sound and roughly wanked the boy to orgasm. As the hot salty cum coursed through the wounded piss tube it scalded and the boy screamed and screamed yet again, even as the thick white cum flecked with red blood splattered across his belly and chest. The Shaman scooped up some and forced it between the boy’s lips and smeared it over his face. The boy’s ordeal was only just beginning. The Shaman beckoned to the smaller of the two girls, whispered in her ear and she grinned cheekily and nodded. She went over and squatted down facing the bound boys head. The Shaman spoke to the boy who shook his head and answered defiantly “No Lord I won’t do that! No way!” To me the Shaman said “I just told him his forfeit and he does not like the idea!” I was all agog to hear what the boy had to agree to, a night or two of sex did not seem too bad! “What did you ask of him?” “A cock and a hen, three nights here learning about sex, it was the two nights in the goats’ pen he does not like, but the males will teach him a thing or two! Well see!” The Shaman nodded to the little girl who straddled the boys bound arms and head. He must have been able to see every detail of her genitals as her cunt was stretched wide right in front of his eyes. She bend forward and kissed one of the nubs of his tits, he moaned. Then she bit him hard enough to draw blood. The boy went wild. ‘Oh fuck the little bitch has bit my tit right off!’ The girls just grinned and then bit the other nub even harder. The boy writhed about gasping and the little girl pushed her pubis forward and let forth a stream of piss into his mouth, into his eyes, up his nose and over his hair. The boy spluttered and retched as the girl stood and said. “Not your bitch anyway! See how you like being Nanny bitch to the Billy!’ The Shaman spoke to the boy who repeated, “Please Lord not the Goats!” “Yes Lord!” and “No Lord!’ in what one assumed were the right places because the Shaman grinned to himself. “Haroun come here, I think your friend needs your help, that’s a good lad.” Haroun squatted by the bound boys head, the bigger girl brought him a bowl and a towel and he gently cleaned his friends face, chest and belly.

The Shaman inserted the fish hooks first with this boy and pulled the foreskin away from the boys belly, the raising himself as far as possible to ease the pain. It was obvious that the boy could not see his own genitals because of his bend position. The Shaman took a larger hyperemic needle without any syringe and pushed it slowly into the boy’s smooth pubis. The result was deeply satisfying as the boy screamed and begged straining against his bonds. The Shaman withdrew the needle and pushed it into the other side of the pubis. He then made insertions into the base of the ball sack, two into the shaft of the penis and finally hefted the big teen testicles and pushed the needle into each one in turn. Small trickles of red blood coursed down the brown flesh from his wounds. The boy was delirious with pain screaming and begging for mercy as his body spasmed in agony. His face was stained with snot and tears, his body slick with sweat and his hair matted with it. The Shaman spoke “ You keep your promise to me and with the Goats OK? Or you want more shots?” “I promise Lord, I will submit to pleasure the Goats and you!” The Shaman did not bother to apply the forceps and just sliced the foreskin with the hot knife. The boy's writhing and screams reached a crescendo as the foreskin parted. Then he lay panting and exhausted. The first boy stroked his head. “Now Haroun help your friend home to his celebration, and tell everybody what a brave friend you have. Understand?” The Shaman raised the boy to stand in front of him and stroked his head and the boy beamed back with the beginnings of understanding of his new place in life and the skill of the Shaman. The acolytes untied the most recent victim and helped him to stand.

The first three boys dressed and were let out to join their families, no doubt to be fated with praise, stuffed with food and showered with money as is the custom. Pan and the Chinese boy remained with us; their trials would take them even further. That however is in the next Chapter!