BLINCOE’S CASEBOOK:- 1) THE CROSS MURDERS 5

By Pueros

Chapter 5 – Investiture

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

(August 1999, somewhere in England)

Per stood naked, hands on his head, in front of the robed man and boys. His cock was stiff, causing the two 12 years olds to chortle again. The man stood for a moment, feasting his eyes on the glorious sight, before excusing himself to his boy companions and, after giving the handset to one of the lads, exiting through the door. The boys had recognised the reason behind the man’s departure, for they had seen it before, and their chuckling increased once he had left to change his soiled underwear.

The boy holding the handset could not resist temptation and, pointing it at Per, pressed one of the buttons. The 14 years old captive collapsed again to the floor in agony, whilst the 12 years old cult acolytes roared with laughter. Eventually, the one holding the handset threatened “Get to your feet, slut, hands on head, or I’ll press the button again.” Per slowly stood and resumed his original position. His tormentor, obviously the more forthright and sadistic of the two boys, gave the handset to his associate and approached the object of his attention. The boy walked round the stationary nude, observing the immaculate smooth proportions. His own little prick hardened when he saw the perfect curves of the young Dane’s bottom and could not resist feeling them. Per’s body remained still apart from his own penis, softened by the pain, which began to rise again. The 12 years old sniggered when he observed that his handling of the sublime buttocks was re-stimulating the 14 years old. “I said he was a slut,” the acolyte commented to his companion, “look at what his dick’s doing in response to a little contact.” Per blushed again and closed his eyes in shame as more tears ran down the gorgeous rosy cheeks of his face whilst the younger boy continued to rub a hand up and down the cheeks of his bum. The 12 years old was happily thinking about what would happen to the lovely backside over the forthcoming weeks and was looking forward to making his own contribution.

Per instantly reopened his eyes when he discovered that his examiner’s manual attentions had moved from his posterior to his genitals. The 12 years old weighed the 14 years old balls before running his fingers along the now horizontal cock. Per felt his penis ascend further outwards and upwards and knew that he was close. However, the teaser stopped his manipulations of the vibrating member and returned to his own original position, but not before re-emphasising his opinion of the captive with the single word “Slut!”

The boy had stopped just in time for the man now re-entered. He was accompanied by another, similarly attired, middle-aged man with black balding hair, who was carrying a video camera. Both were at first stunned by the sight of Per’s continued and seemingly increased arousal but they eventually managed to regain some control of themselves and Per found the camera focusing on his naked frame. After filming the superb scenery for a while, the cameraman commanded “Turn to your right.” The young captive complied. The camera now filmed the lefthandside silhouette of the beautiful specimen of boyhood, who was brandishing his rigid penis to marvellous effect from this angle. The camera focused in on this welcome view, registering a nice string of precum dangling from the uncut cockhead towards the floor. The two men were amazed that the boy could be so stimulated in his current situation.

“Turn again so that your back is towards us,” the cameraman ordered and Per obeyed. The camera recorded the lovely rear view, including close-ups of the impeccable round mounds that comprised the boy’s beautiful backside. “Legs wide apart and bend over, hands on shins,” Per was instructed and, when he had assumed this demeaning stance, he felt the two 12 years olds approach. They each took one bumcheek and prised them apart so that the camera could zoom in on the young Dane’s pink virgin sphincter, followed by a view of the erection maintained below, now pointing rigidly to the floor. After making Per face towards the left for the other silhouette shot, the camera was stopped for now. However, it would film all the later important scenes during the boy’s progress towards being a young male human sacrifice.

Some of the chain had wrapped itself round Per’s neck as a result of following the video maker’s directions and so he was told to resume his original position by wheeling back round the way he came. The boy acolytes stepped forward to pick up the trays, on which the 14 years old had placed his clothing, and took them out of the room. They returned quickly and walked past Per to the trolley in the corner, which they wheeled into position just behind the lad. “Perform homage and then lie face up on the trolley, head towards the bed” ordered the silvery haired man and the young Dane did so. The two younger boys then lifted the older boy’s legs and ran them through strong plastic slings that Per now noticed were attached to the vertical rails at the foot of the trolley. He soon found his legs wide apart and wrapped over the straps at the knee, a posture that opened his bumcrack and exposed his anal entrance. Large bottles with thin tubes dangling from underneath were attached to each rail. The boy, who had tormented Per earlier, produced a jar from under the trolley. He opened it and placed two fingers into the greasy contents, which he then applied to the end of one of the tubes. He smirked at the prone 14 years old and introduced the tube end to the lad’s sphincter. Per noticed that the camera had again been activated.

The boy acolyte cautiously pushed the tube against the virgin hole and, after several attempts, managed to gain entrance. The 14 years old audibly winced as the 12 years old pushed the tube carefully up his tight anus, but the lad’s hard penis drooled even more precum. The acolyte halted the intruder’s advance along the delicate rectum and instead turned a screw mechanism that linked the tube to the bottle. Per immediately felt cold liquid flow into his insides. “You are having an enema,” declared the silvery haired man, “it will clean your innards. It is important that you retain the solution inside you until I say otherwise. You know what will happen if you disobey. You will have three such enemas now and every day hereon.”

When the bottle had emptied and the tube had been gently removed, Per encountered great difficulty in meeting the man’s requirements for the pain that he now felt within was intense, as was the associated desire to expel the cause. The boy acolyte placed a large bedpan against Per’s uplifted bottom and the young Dane struggled mightily not to fill it instantly. The camera caught some nice views of the groaning boy’s distressed face. However, Per just about hung on until he was advised that he could release the fluid and he was very grateful to heed the advice. The relief that he felt in so doing was almost as acute as the pain he had suffered. Unfortunately, there were still two more enemas to endure.

After the water torture was finally completed, with Per’s insides now totally pure, he was released from the leg straps and told to remove himself from the trolley. He was more than happy to do so, even if he had to kiss the floor insignia again. The boy acolytes returned the trolley to its place in the corner and, having given the handset back to the silvery haired man, left the room with the camera operator. The remaining man commanded “You will now have a drink of the water on your bedside table but no more than one glass. You will then wash yourself thoroughly using the bidet first and then the shower. Make sure that you use the gel and shampoo provided in the latter, and that afterwards your hair is dried and combed neatly and your teeth cleaned well. Use the dental floss and mouthwash as well as the toothpaste, and finish your body off with the sprays.”

The man walked past the naked boy, who was covering his now flaccid genitals with his hands. He went to the clothes rail, where he selected some garments and transferred them to the bed. He produced a booklet from his flowing robe and placed it on top of the attire before continuing “After you have cleansed yourself, you will read the ceremony instruction manual. You will then make sure that you will not need to urinate for a while, washing your penis and hands afterwards, and redress in this attire. You will not dally in performing these tasks. Your progress will be monitored by the closed circuit camera on the far ceiling and you know what will occur if it is considered that you are loitering. I shall return when you have finished, which you will indicate by again paying homage to and standing before our sacred emblem.” As the man opened the door to leave the bewildered nude boy alone, he pressed a different button on the handset. The restraining chain immediately detached itself from the lad’s collar and fell to the floor. However, the surprised boy forgot to repay this gesture with his own to the cult’s sacred symbol and the man had to remind the miscreant neophyte by also pressing the pain-inducing button.

After recovering, Per did not bother with testing the door because he had heard the lock turn when the man departed. He instead washed himself as ordered, not wanting to invoke the ire of these weirdoes, and then read the short book. All the time, he tried to keep his genitals out of the overhead camera’s viewline. He was shocked at the information the manual contained and thought that it was now obvious that he been kidnapped by really demented people. However, he assumed that he had no choice but follow the requirements if he was not to suffer unnecessary pain and was to survive. He did not know that the latter assumption was not part of his kidnapper’s plans for him.

Per fitted himself into the tiny revealing white silk thong that was amongst the clothing laid out, wondering why anyone would want him to wear such a thing, when he suddenly realised why there were four separate coverings. The only possible explanation was that the outer ones, at least, would at some time be removed. Per’s body shivered at the thought and this did not exclude his penis, which expanded a little. The minuscule garment was of the type that did not possess a rear cord running down the bumcrack but instead had two running down the outer sides of the buttocks. As Per achieved the fitting, he looked down and noted that he could see the full outline of his semi-hard cock.

The thong was followed by tight white briefs and short shorts, made of the same material as the first tiny cover. Finally, he pulled over his head the sleeveless white silk tunic, similar in shape to those of the boy acolytes but even tauter and shorter. As he tied the waistcord, he noticed that the garment only just hid the shorts. All the items were embroidered on the front with gold pentangles. He paid the expected homage and stood where ordered. The door opened shortly afterwards.

The silvery haired man reappeared with two others dressed in similar robes. Per noticed for the first time that the garments had buttons, black and therefore difficult to detect, running downwards from the waist. The cameraman was not amongst the threesome. The High Priest, for Per now knew the silvery haired man’s status within the cult from the booklet he had read, which had included photographs of the leaders and brief descriptions of their roles, carried a black goblet with the usual motif. He handed the cup to the boy and ordered the contents drunk. Per looked down and saw what looked like white wine. Per knew better than to hesitate, for the man still carried the handset, and so replied “Yes, Master”, for the manual had advised the boy how he should react to certain behests and situations, and consumed the liquid. It tasted medicinal but not unpleasant. In fact, the main ingredient had also been present in significant quantity in the enema fluid and was designed to enhance considerably all of the lad’s senses to intense degrees, whether they were pleasurable or nasty. It would soon begin to have such an affect. Per remembered to fall to his knees to kiss the floor symbol after consuming the very strong stimulant.

“Come with us,” commanded the man and Per again responded “Yes, Master” before performing homage and joining the men. The High Priest was pleased to note that the sacrificial offering had obviously successfully absorbed at least some of the instructions in the manual. Per quaked slightly as he approached the three men because he could now appreciate that the boy in the wooden crucifixion, displayed on the wall behind them, was unmistakably himself.

The barefoot Per saw for the first time what was on the other side of the entrance and it was not reassuring for he found himself in a long dark corridor. It was painted entirely black and was illuminated only by a few small rectangular wall lights. At the end of the passageway, there were two big black wooden double doors, both of which bore large gold pentagrams. The High Priest led the way and the two lesser Priests stood either side of the apprehensive boy as they advanced towards the doors. Per experienced an acute feeling of foreboding, accompanied by a further expansion of his now well-encased cock.

As they neared, the High Priest pressed yet another button on his handset and the doors swung open. The view now revealed caused Per to stop in his tracks but his two side escorts each grabbed one of the hesitant boy’s arms and led him through the temple entrance. Inside was a large church-like chamber with a high roof. There were several occupied rows of pews either side of a central aisle. Per noticed that the people sitting in the pews, about forty in number, were all male, their ages ranging from about 10 to about 70. The adults wore the familiar black robes and the boys the black tunics. The whole edifice was black, apart from huge gold pentagrams painted on all of the walls and on the ceiling. The pews were in gloom because the spotlighting concentrated on the far altar. It was the sight of this that had caused intense consternation in the young Dane.

The altar comprised a large metre-high stone platform with wide steps all along the front. On the platform were three large black wooden crosses. Two were approximately one metre from the near edge, adjacent to each other, with the ends of their inner crossbeams about two metres apart. Long adjustable chain manacles hung from these ends towards matching sets embedded in the floor. The third central cross was located about eight metres further behind towards the rear of the platform. All of the crosses had gold pentagrams painted at the end of the upper and side arms. The middle cross displayed a full-sized replica of the carving in the boy captive’s cell.

There was a small organ located against the wall to the left of the platform and a large cupboard against the wall on the right. As the party entered, the organist was playing very sombre music. The cameraman reappeared and filmed Per’s progress down the aisle and onto the platform. The boy knew that it was not just the camera lens that was focused on him but all the eyes of the congregation, who had started to mutter amongst themselves about the attractiveness of the latest offering.

Once he had reached the platform, Per was turned round, positioned between the two near crosses, to face the worshippers and the cameraman placed his machine on a tripod in the middle of the aisle in order to record all subsequent proceedings. The boy’s arms were released so that he could pay homage to the emblem embossed in the floor of the platform just in front of him, as the book he had read had instructed. Per was very scared but complied with the requirement as he did not want the pain collar activated. The low muttering in the assemblage increased a little, as if compliments were being exchanged about the lad’s acquiescent servility.

The High Priest had stood behind a lectern to the left of the platform and the music now stopped. The silvery haired man then launched into a monologue that made no sense to Per. The opening words were “We are here to invest this boy with the honour of being tribute to our great Satanic lord, Diabolus.…” The lad was proficiently bilingual but the speech sounded like nonsense to him, although he did catch chilling expressions such as “embellishing the body with his Satanic Majesty’s sacred symbols”, “impregnation with the seed of his Satanic Majesty’s faithful servants”, “satisfying his Satanic Majesty’s requirements for suffering” and “making the ultimate sacrifice not once but twice.” Per also did not understand why these frightening phrases made his penis become even harder.

After the High Priest had finished, the funereal organ music restarted and a number of things were now to happen to Per that had been omitted from the manual. The first was that his two guards removed the boy’s tunic so that he was now outwardly attired in only his small tight shorts, displaying a noticeable bulge in a particular place despite the fact that there were two under-garments. The second, and much more disturbing for the boy, was that the men now attached his wrists to the padded leather manacles hanging from the crosses either side, so that his arms were stretched tautly apart above him and his feet were on tip-toe. The Priests then left the altar, their duties done for now, to stand by the cupboard.

The High Priest commanded “Let us begin to anoint the tribute!” The congregation then left their seats, deliberately and orderly, pew by pew, and walked onto the platform, each individual about two metres behind the one in front. They approached Per and shocked the boy by spitting into his face or onto his chest before returning whence they came. When the worshippers had finished, large amounts of phlegm ran slowly down both parts of the lad’s anatomy.

A pretty boy acolyte, different and younger from the duo that Per had previously encountered, now mounted the platform carrying a black goblet containing a gooey red substance with white streaks. The high Priest dipped two fingers into the cup and used the digits to begin to smear a broad red pentagram amongst the spittle on the boy’s chest. A number of further dips of the fingers accomplished the task. The apex of the five-pointed star was situated just below the lad’s throat. This upper triangular arm finished level with Per’s nipples, to which the two middle ones were extended. The lower two reached downwards to be parallel with the boy’s navel. The man also drew much smaller versions on the lad’s forehead and cheeks.

Once the initial body decoration had been completed, the High Priest collected the goblet from the acolyte, placed it against Per’s lips and invited the boy to drink the remaining contents. The lad now recognised that the liquid was blood, with a slight smear of something white. He was never to learn that the mixture in both cups comprised semen, forcibly produced from the previous Swiss boy sacrifice just before his castration and crucifixion, and some of the blood that flowed afterwards. It required a press of the handset’s pain button to make Per obey the man’s instruction and the boy just managed to avoid vomiting the horrible blend back up. Some of the mixture had split down the Per’s chin and the man gathered it up with a finger, which he made the boy lick clean. The man returned the goblet to the young smiling acolyte.

As if these actions had not terrified Per enough, the High Priest now declared “Let us begin to adorn the tribute!” The man stood behind the boy and applied a wide round rubber ball gag to the lad’s mouth, effectively silencing him. He then pulled down Per’s shorts, removed them from around the boy’s feet and gave them to the acolyte, who left the platform. Per’s briefs exhibited a much larger protuberance than the previous garment had been able to display. The terrified boy’s feet were now chained, tautly wide apart to, but off, the floor, greatly intensifying the discomfort in his wrists for they now bore all of his weight.

Yet another young pretty boy acolyte walked onto the platform, carrying a monogrammed black tray. Per shuddered in horror when he saw that the tray brought ten items, another goblet, seemingly containing the same bloody mix as the first, three thick very sharp needles about ten centimetres long, three little gold pentagrams dangling from small opened flanged rings, a little black cup containing a transparent fluid, a black handled knife and a black cloth. The High Priest wiped his fingers clean with the cloth before replacing it on the tray. He smeared the needles with the fluid before doing the same to the boy’s nipples and upper navel. The man hardened the lad’s left tit between two fingers and placed one of the needles to the skin, just to the side, whilst pinching the surrounding flesh. He smirked at Per and drove the needle cruelly under the boy’s nipple for it to emerge at a similar point on the other side, and then continued pushing until the middle of the implement was immediately beneath the tit. The man repeated the operation with the right nipple and, after pinching the skin at the appropriate point, the upper navel. Per’s attempted shrieks were silenced by the gag, but the boy’s chains audibly vibrated as his body shook when each needle was applied. Small droplets of blood emerged from both sides of each wound. However, the bulge in the lad’s briefs increased in size.

The High Priest stood to one side to permit the gathering to see the fruits of his work. The organ music changed tempo slightly and the worshippers began a slow chant, incomprehensible to the agonised Per, whose copious tears were unable to wash away the bloody symbols on his face. After about 5 minutes, the chanting ceased and the High Priest removed the needles, each time replacing them with the small rings, snapping them agonisingly into place. Little gold pentagrams now hung painfully from the nipples and navel of the sobbing boy.

The High Priest picked up the knife and the aghast Per was terrified about what would be done with the keen blade. However, the man simply walked to both sides of the suspended spreadeagled boy and sliced through the sides of his briefs, which fell to the floor. The man was delighted to observe that the penis underneath was clearly displaying signs of acute arousal for the garment had ballooned slightly and his side view enabled him to see some of the boy’s immaculate smooth jewels. However, the young Dane was deeply ashamed with what he saw when he looked down past his new excruciating and demeaning body adornments to his loins.

The High Priest returned the knife to the tray before moving to Per’s rear accompanied by the acolyte. The man dipped the same two fingers as before into the fresh goblet and, with his other hand, prised the boy’s now exposed bumcheeks apart. He pressed the bloody digits against Per’s virgin sphincter and forced entry. The boy’s body shook and his chains rattled again because of the pain caused by the unwanted invasion, but his erection visibly intensified under his sparse thong. The High Priest smeared the mixture of blood and semen along the lad’s anus, before returning his fingers to the goblet for a fresh supply of the unique lubricant. He intruded into the rectum five more times until he was happy that sufficient had been applied to help accommodate what was to enter next. The acolyte left the platform with his tray and the High Priest loudly announced “As the senior earthly representative of our great Satanic lord, Diabolus, I now impregnate this boy with my own Diabolical seed and claim the boy’s virginity in honour of our Satanic Majesty!” He then began to unbutton the lower half of his robe.

The announcement caused Per to try uselessly to escape from his shackles but the only results of his attempt was an intensification of the pain in his wrists and more chain clattering. The suspended Per was stilled when the High Priest held the boy firmly by the hips and pressed his long thick erection through the bumcrack towards the virgin sphincter. The engorged cockhead paused at the opening and shouted “For our great Satanic lord, Diabolus!” The man then pressed on mercilessly and took away Per’s innocence and purity. To the boy, the initial suffering caused by his defilement was worse than that encountered as a result of his earlier piercing. The middle of his body stretched forward to the utmost limits permitted by the chains in a hopeless attempt to try to avoid the agonising impalement but this proceeded remorselessly. The power of the rapist soon had his balls resting against Per’s sublime buttocks and he withdrew his rampant cock almost all of the way out of the ravaged anus before returning it with venom. The man quickly gained a vicious rhythm in line with some restarted chants from the congregation. Tears streamed from the boy’s face and onto his torso. However, his own erection was now full and horizontal, with his thong standing out from his body. This gave the Priests who had escorted him to this terrible temple, and who were now standing near the side cupboard, an excellent view of the results of his climax. The High Priest also observed the telltale signs of boyish orgasm, which included a tightening of the young rectum around the older much larger cock. This caused the man to begin filling the previously virgin orifice, with a number of spurts of thick warm creamy sperm, almost simultaneously to Per’s staining of the thong. As the man enjoyed his success at deflowering another youngster, he again shouted, this time in ecstasy, “For our great Satanic lord, Diabolus!”

The High Priest remained inside Per for a while, calming his emotions, before he felt able to withdraw his softening prick. There was an audible pop as the cock emerged from the boy. The man replaced his member whence it came and rebuttoned. He then commanded the two Priests “You may continue to adorn the tribute!” The men opened the cupboard and Per almost fainted when he saw the contents for it was full of paddles, canes and whips, clamps and chains of various kinds, strange objects that looked like huge penises and many other nasty-looking items. The Priests collected two of the latter. One now held a short, wooden-handled, branding iron and the other a blowtorch. They walked back onto the platform and the blowtorch was lit by virtue of an electronic switch. It was soon heating the small pentagram that comprised the iron. Meanwhile, the High Priest had carefully marked the middle of each of Per’s buttocks with a pen he carried within his robe. He stood back to allow the men to carry out their task. The tearful boy, recognising what was about to befall him, shook his head rapidly sideways in a fruitless attempt to beseech the men not to proceed.

The Priest holding the now red-hot iron went behind Per and presented the evil instrument to the boy’s left buttock. The terrified Per could feel the heat just above his skin. The man paused whilst he took aim and the organ music reached a crescendo. He then lowered the iron onto the bare young flesh. The smell of burning meat could be detected, but not by the young Dane for he had fainted. It was not Diabolos’ will that his offerings remained unconscious during their sufferings, so another pretty young acolyte stepped forward with a jar of powerful smelling salts, kept in reserve for just such an occurrence. Per was reawakened to experience the excruciating anguish already inflicted on his left bumcheek being quickly matched by the application of equal distress to his right bumcheek. This time the smelling salts were kept in front of the boy’s nose by the giggling 11 years old.

The ceremony now proceeded but Per was no longer the centre of attention. Instead, other rituals took place, which the boy, in his tear-stained agony, could not later recall. However, he was required to remain in place until after the end to allow the congregation to climb informally onto the altar to inspect the 14 years old offering in his new refinement, including his semen-stained tiny covering and inside legs. Per was eventually unchained, ungagged and carried by the Priests by his arms back to his cell. There, creams and lotions were applied to his various wounds before he was left, lying downwards on the bed. The boy had just experienced the first of 28 daily ceremonies in which he would be expected to play the major role.

(To be continued in Chapter 6 – ‘Investigation’)