BLINCOE’S CASEBOOK:- 1) THE CROSS MURDERS 6

By Pueros

Chapter 6 – Investigations

(m/b/b, tort, rape, oral, anal, BD, CBT, SNUFF)

(August 1999, London, England)

DCS Blincoe was in his office at New Scotland Yard with DCI Burrows. “Let me summarise,” the DCS said unhappily, “we can still find nothing other than their physical and age characteristics, and the fact that their national flags display crosses of one kind or another, to link all three murder victims and the missing Dane. The Scottish and Swiss lads were both boy scouts but there seems to be nothing connecting the two scout groups. Are you sure that they’ve not attended an international jamboree at the same time or shared a scout master?” “Yes, sir,” answered Burrows, “we’ve checked and double-checked. Other than the fact that they’re both part of the international scouting movement, we’ve found no ties.” “Damn,” declared Blincoe, “I’m still convinced there’s something linking all four.”

“I’ve brought the files on each of the boys,” Burrows informed his superior, “in case you want to read them yourself.” Blincoe accepted the documents and, after grumpily dismissing his DCI, started to read them. Two hours later he recalled Burrows to his office. “Found something that might link the other two boys,” announced the DCS, whilst standing next to a large wall map of Britain. “Per’s maternal grandparents, as we know, come from Thimblewick in Gloucestershire,” he continued; “Well, Michael’s file says that his paternal grandparents live in another tiny hamlet, Chissleton in Worcestershire.” “Yes I know,” said the DCI; “what of it?” “Ah, but did you also know,” replied Blincoe rhetorically, smiling and pointing to the map, “that the villages are only a mile apart, either side of the county boundary in the heart of the Cotswolds?”

(Same time, somewhere in England)

Per slept soundly overnight for he had been injected via his left buttock with a strong tranquilliser. Unknown to him, his wounds were also tended a couple more times during the night as it was essential that he had recovered sufficiently from the traumas of the investiture ceremony for him to provide a good performance at the satanic service scheduled for the forthcoming evening. In fact, he would receive excellent care, for the various damage that would be inflicted on his body daily for the next 27 days, from a fully qualified doctor of medicine.

Per was woken mid-morning by the same two boy acolytes whom he had first encountered in his cell the previous day. His body was still face down on the bed and the two 12 years olds had cherished the sight of the two black pentagrams branded onto each of the 14 years old bumcheeks before shaking the young Dane to consciousness. “Welcome back to the world of the living,” said the more forthright and sadistic of the two with a smirk; “please turn over. We’ve been admiring your new brandmarks and want to see your new piercings. I have the handset with me, so I suggest that you obey all of my commands.” Per reluctantly and slowly complied. His bum was still very sore and not just from his branding for his anus hurt as a result of his deflowering. The three piercings were also discomforting.

The 12 years old handed the handset to the other boy and then fiddled with the three little gold pentagrams dangling from Per’s nipples and navel, causing the young Dane to wince with pain. However, there was an embarrassing reaction underneath his semen-stained thong, which was seen by the acolyte, who observed “I said yesterday that you were a slut and you’re proving me right again.”

“We weren’t formally introduced yesterday,” the 12 years old continued, “I’m Cycnus and this is Hyacinthus, acolytes to our great Satanic lord, Diabolus, and now, as it’s our turn, newly appointed crucifers to you, newly invested tribute to our great Satanic lord!” Per wondered what a crucifer was but knew that he dared not ask. “Cycnus and Hyacinthus are not our real names, of course,” the boy declared; “you don’t need to know them and you’ll know from the book you’ve read that when you are permitted to address us you do not use these sacred pseudonyms but another word. You do know don’t you? You may speak!” The 14 years old Per blushed and answered “Yes, sir” to the younger boy. “Good, the slut’s showing us proper respect,” the crucifer commented to his companion, before returning his attention to Per and announcing “Now, slut, we’ve been kind enough to bring you something to eat.”

The young Dane saw that a full three-course meal had been delivered on a tray and placed on his bedside table. However, he did not feel hungry, even though it had been over 24 hours since he had eaten a light breakfast at his grandparent’s holiday cottage. “You’re to eat it all up,” declared Cycnus, “or I’m afraid that I’ll have to press the pain button until you do. This morning meal will be the only food you’ll receive each day so it’s important that none is wasted. It provides all the daily sustenance you’ll need to keep healthy for we don’t want you to become fat through over-eating. The intake is timed so that later enemas should flush most of the resultant waste away from your rectum, which needs to be kept clean for the sort of uses you experienced for the first time last night.” Per shivered when this last phrase was uttered.

“After you’ve eaten,” Cyncus continued, “I want to place your dirty thong on the tray as it’ll have to be taken away to be cleaned. You really did seem to enjoy your first fucking, didn’t you slut? You may answer!” The acutely embarrassed Per replied “I hated it, sir, it was very painful and demeaning.” The crucifer laughed and asked “Why did you cum then? Answer me!” The young Dane blushed again and quietly responded “I don’t know, sir.” “Well, my investigations and observations on your body yesterday and today suggest it’s because you’re a real slut who’s beginning to realise that he likes being abused and fucked,” suggeated the 12 years old, who began to fondle Per’s thong. “Look,” he declared, “I can feel that you’ve got a hard-on now just because I’ve been playing with your new jewellery!”

The hand began to move up and down the red-faced 14 years old’s silk-encased erection, which grew larger and more vertical, causing the 12 years old teaser to reaffirm, with another smirk, “Slut!” The second acolyte just giggled. The first now requested, as he continued to rub the hardening cock, “I want you to tell me what you are. I want the truth or my friend here will be forced to activate your collar!” There was a brief pause whilst the young Dane considered his options. However, there was really only one and he finally replied in a hesitant voice, as he came close to soiling his thong again, “I’m a real slut……sir……who……likes……being fucked……and abused!” As he said this, he wondered whether these words were actually true for his engorged penis, which had lifted his thong upwards, spurted more semen into the garment, whilst his whole body flushed and shook, and his bum rose from the bed.

“Dirty slut,” commented the crucifer as Per came and some of the semen seeped through the silk casing onto his hand. He turned towards his companion and nodded. The second boy pressed a button on the handset and the young Dane’s body now began to shake not in ecstasy but agony. “That’ll teach the slut to control himself in future” commented the first 12 years old to the second, causing both to laugh before waiting for the 14 years old to recover.

“Clean your mess off my hand,” Cycnus demanded, whilst placing his sperm-covered right palm in front of the reclining Per’s face; “use your tongue.” The young Dane obeyed. “You’d better take the thong off now, slut,” the crucifer continued, “or you’ll soil the bed. Get up and remove it and put it on the tray.” The shamed 14 years old carefully removed himself from the bed and took off the garment, damp with gooey white liquid, revealing a smooth scrotum and a softening cock splashed with the same substance. He placed the soiled thong on the tray, in a space between the soup and pudding, and was told “Wash your prick and balls free of your mess with the sink flannel, slut, and rinse the cloth clean afterwards!” Per did so, his face still bright red in embarrassment.

“Right, slut,” the 12 years old instructed, “you can eat your meal now. Drink as much water with it as you want. We’ve kindly brought you a fresh jug. Afterwards, you’ll need to wash yourself as thoroughly as you did yesterday. Remember, you’re being watched on closed-circuit T.V. all the time, so don’t dally. Once you’re clean, put another thong on. There’s one that has only one bumcord, which runs down your bumcrack, on the clothes rail. Use that, then resume the usual position before our sacred symbol. We’ll come back once this is done. We’re to spend the afternoon training you to perform certain rituals before giving you your three enemas. However, before we go, you may tell us again what you are!” Per, now standing again by the bed, and holding his hands in front of his naked genitals, replied “I’m a real slut, sir, who likes being fucked and abused!” “Good,” responded Cycnus, “it’s really nice to know that you recognise your true self but, to make sure that you remember, I’ll ask the question every time we meet!” The two 12 years olds then left the room, re-locking the door behind them and chortling all the way.

(To be continued in Chapter 7 – ‘Instructions’)