The Brotherhood 1

By Pueros

Chapter 1 – Challenges

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, July 1996)

The beautiful 16 years old English boy, rucksack over his shoulder, entered the ‘Pink Triangle’, by far the biggest, best and most select gay club and brothel in Amsterdam. The establishment, which stayed open 24 hours a day every day, was quiet as it was midweek and early afternoon. Nevertheless, those clients that were present in the large luxuriant foyer took the opportunity to view lecherously the dazzling specimen of young manhood who was now approaching the reception desk.

The teenager face’s was that of an angel. The heavenly visage was crowned with silky straight blonde hair, cut in neat short layered fashion, and adorned with sensuous large blue eyes and seductive rosy lips. His dress of tight fitting designer sky blue t-shirt and navy blue jeans, with white sports socks and trainers, added to the wonderful spectacle. The watchers’ eyes focused especially on the nice bulge noticeable at the front of the Levis and the equally sublime clear perception through the denim of the curvaceous mounds that comprised the lad’s superlative rear. One flustered elderly customer had to take a tablet to avoid the risk of imminent heart failure caused by his observations.

“Hello,” said Andrew 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 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. The employee had instead been as much taken aback by the gorgeousness of the sight before him as the gawking patrons.

The receptionist eventually regained his composure and spluttered out “Yes, er, yes, er, er, I do speak English. What can I er, er, er, do to you? Sorry, I meant do for you!” The English boy’s sweet smile returned as he answered the now blushing young Dutchman.

“I’m looking for a job,” replied the 16 years old.

(South Dakota, U.S.A., same time)

15 years old Brad and his 12 years old younger brother, Glen, had been on the road for several days. The boys had run away from their home in Portland, Oregon, and were trying to hitch rides to Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where their natural father now lived. They had not tried to phone him to tell him that they were on their way in case he told them to go back. The lads’ widower stepfather, a violent alcoholic, had also not bothered to tell the remaining blood parent, or anyone else, about his stepsons’ action, revealed to him by a note, as he did not care what the youngsters did or what happened to them.

The mother, who had divorced the father of Brad and Glen and subsequently remarried, had recently died of breast cancer. This had caused the stepfather’s drinking to increase and his physical mistreatment of the boys to intensify, resulting in their drastic response of running away, even though they had not spoken to their estranged real father for years.

Brad and Glen had, by securing a number of lifts and sleeping in the vehicles, whilst preserving what little money they possessed for food, now reached three-quarters of the way to their destination. The boys were standing just outside Sioux Falls on the side of the main road that headed east when a car pulled up in response to the lad’s outstretched thumbs.

Brad and Ben ran to the vehicle, the back door of which was opened quickly for them. The lads looked inside and saw two smiling men in the front seats. “Where are you going?” asked the driver whilst eyeing the pretty blonde youngsters. “Milwaukee,” answered Brad. “Well, this is your lucky day, boys, so are we,” the passenger responded, “so Jump in!” The 15 and 12 years olds could not believe their good fortune.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, 3 hours later)

Andrew too could not believe his good fortune as the ‘Pink Triangle’ seemed not only to be looking favourably on his job application but also had put him up at a nearby hotel, at the club’s expense, whilst, as the manager had stated, “Certain security checks were carried out.”

Andrew’s parental background was similar to that of Brad and Glen although, with his own mother’s recent death, both his natural parents were now deceased. However, his stepfather had not been abusive, just totally uncaring. The situation had stimulated the otherwise very popular teenager into startling his friends and teachers by leaving school, claiming that he had accepted a management traineeship at a major London bank, for which he would have to leave the Cheshire town where he had been born and brought up. The youth had recently gained the best examination results in his year, as well as county recognition in athletics, swimming, cricket and soccer, and was therefore seemingly giving up a potentially glittering academic and sporting future. However, no-one could dissuade him from the course of action he had chosen, his disinterested stepfather not even trying.

Andrew had packed his rucksack with some essentials, including his passport and changes of clothing, before heading for London, saying that he would collect the rest of his stuff later. The teenager never did and his stepfather therefore either sold or gave away to charity the youth’s other possessions when he too subsequently moved away permanently from Cheshire, emigrating to Canada, unconcerned that he had not heard from his stepson since the day the 16 years old had left home.

Andrew had used his savings to travel to London and then straight back out again as he transferred railway stations to take a train for the port of Harwich, where he boarded the ferry that would convey him to the Netherlands. The teenager had left no forwarding address, suggesting that he would advise people of that later, but no-one in his home town ever heard from him again.

Andrew knew that he was gay from about the age of 13 when most of his friends had started looking seriously at girls, whilst he continued to ogle his prettier male companions. The teenager’s secret unrequited passion had become desperation by the time that he became 16 and so he decided to do something about his plight, the new domestic scene aiding his resolve.

Andrew was a regular user of the internet as an aid to relieving manually his desires, finding that he gained most pleasure from the gay bdsm sites. He would often climax whilst daydreaming about his own young body being fucked, tortured and otherwise abused by men. The teenager had also used the net to research where it would be best to go to turn his fantasies into realities. He had made Amsterdam and its ‘Pink Triangle’ club his first choice. The Dutch had recently legalised licensed prostitution and the age of consent for both sexes in the country was 16.

As Andrew lay on the bed of his hotel room, his cock hardened within his jeans as the thought of imminently realising his dreams struck him.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, 2 days later)

Andrew had not heard from the ‘Pink Triangle’ in two days and was beginning to worry that the club might have forgotten him. The teenager had whiled away the time taking in some of Amsterdam’s splendid sights, but his mind was not really set on tourism. However, when he returned to his hotel, a message was waiting for him when he picked up his room key from reception.

Andrew’s hands were shaking as he opened the envelope. The printed communication was short and simple, reading, below a letterhead displaying a pink triangle, ‘Dear Andrew, Application accepted. Please check out of hotel (bill already settled) and report to club at once.’ An illegible signature, presumably that of the manager, was underneath. The teenager’s hidden cock hardened instantly.

(Somewhere in the U.S.A., same time)

Brad had been separated from his younger brother and was now watching the angled television suspended from the ceiling above him. He was lying on a small bed, comfortable but without covers, in a little clean windowless cell, illuminated by a fluorescent tube. The only other item of furniture was a bedside table although, through a narrow alcove in the side white breeze-block wall, there was a sink, toilet, bidet and shower without curtains. Shelving carried various toiletries.

Brad, newly redressed only in short white shorts with a small motif, was viewing an instructional video, about the institution in which he and his brother now found themselves, and was appalled. The boys had been offered Pepsi by the passenger of the car supposedly carrying them to Milwaukee. When the lads eventually woke up, as the knockout drug contained in the cola wore off, they had found themselves immovably bound, blindfolded and gagged in the back of a truck, which had conveyed them to their current location.

Brad had seen nothing of what was outside his cell but the television now revealed in graphic detail the awfulness of his situation.

(Berlin, Germany, same time)

It was cabaret time at the ‘Pink Triangle’ in the newly re-instituted capital of Germany. The club was in the same ownership as its Dutch equivalent. Beautiful 16 years old Pierre, attired only in a skimpy white loincloth with pink triangle motif, had been led onto the stage by the compere, dressed in a Roman toga, using the chain lead attached to the teenager’s wide leather slave collar. The youth had matching leather adornments fixed to his wrists and ankles, which had to be unchained to allow him to perform his erotic striptease.

The French boy was a new recruit to the establishment personnel, losing his virginity only weeks earlier. Since then, many clients had enjoyed his immaculate young body but this was the teenager’s first performance at the club’s monthly bdsm night. The large raucous throng, sitting at tables and filling the main theatre to capacity, consisted mainly of men but some women were also present. Many possessed punishment instruments and all wore exotic bdsm gear of one kind or another, with leather the predominant material of manufacture. However, none were naked as that was banned in the theatre for all except the stage performers. Customer nudity was confined to the many specially equipped bedrooms and playrooms, including several dungeons, dotted around the large pleasure complex.

As Pierre danced erotically, he first removed the detachable rear flap of his loincloth before later discarding the front to leave his obviously aroused privates covered by just the diminutive thong-like undergarment. “Off, off, off!” was the predominant shout from the spectators as their impatience with the teenager’s long teasing routine gained in strength. The youth could not prevent himself from blushing from head to toe when he eventually obliged the patrons to tumultuous cheering and many loud rude comments.

Pierre’s now fully revealed erection, completely smooth as the bodies of all club prostitutes were expertly shaved of hair and now flopping around as he danced naked, was not only visible to those near the stage. A number of closed circuit television cameras, operated automatically from a central control room, were carefully trained at the performer from all angles, some providing close-up, very intimate, views of the artiste’s face and loins. Banks of multiple television screens were placed near the huge theatre bar and along the walls, as well as in adjacent lounges and other public places such as the basement swimming pool. Private venues had split-screen systems on their single television sets so that the flick of a button on the handset would result in the desired picture.

Pierre finally concluded his act and was chained spreadeagled by the compere between two posts fitted firmly into the centre of the stage. The teenager’s lovely face reddened again as a small machine was also brought onto the platform, placed on the floor just in front of him and plugged into a sunken electrical socket, after the lid protecting the power connection had been lifted. The instrument resembled a flat plastic box with integral digital clock and glass container on top.

A number of long wires of different colours led from the machine. Several had tiny metal clamps at the end. Fortunately for the nude youth, the clamps were not too severe as they were carefully attached to his ear lobes, septum, tongue, nipples, lower cock and balls. One wire operated a smooth metal anal vibrator, causing the 16 years old to yelp, to the delight of the spectators, as it was secured in its appropriate location. Another ran a circular metal penile vibrator, fitted tightly in place at the base of the smooth young French erection so that it rested against the scrotum. The other final wire was linked to a tiny switch in the middle of a thin transparent plastic tube connecting a condom-like sheaf, fitted to the boy’s cockhead, to the glass container underneath.

The ingenious machine had two settings. The first activated the clock, running seconds down from a pre-set maximum, caused the vibrators to operate and induced mild downward suction in the tube. The second reset the timer and stopped the vibrators and suction, sending random intermittent electrical currents down all of the wires instead, providing shocks of varying intensities to the receiving ends, carefully maximised to take into account the body parts concerned.

“Ladies and Gentleman,” the compere announced into his microphone, “now for our young French boy’s 1200 second challenge. As you know, if our sweet 16 years old cums during these 20 minutes, whilst his prick and rectum are being entertained by the delights of the vibrators, he’ll send his semen down the tube. As sperm is a good conductor of electricity, it will close a circuit as it passes the switch half way down. This will reset the instrument so that he can then enjoy 2400 seconds of delicious electric shock torture.” More cheering was heard. “However, if he succeeds in preventing orgasm, he’ll be released instead to have the rest of the night off and we’ll bring on the next act.” Booing now rang round the theatre.

The cheering returned when the compere declared “Raffle tickets are now being sold for only 30 Deutschemarks each. If our young French boy fails, and after he’s been sated with electricity for now, the possessors of the first six tickets drawn can continue his punishment. 6th place will be rewarded with a set of very severe nipple clamps to attach to his sore nipples; 5th place with a paddle to redden his bottom; 4th place with a cane to decorate the same place with stripes; 3rd place can lay a strap anywhere he or she wants; 2nd place the same with a whip whilst 1st place can have our young performer for the rest of the night for any purpose as long as no permanent damage is caused. After all, I’m sure that you all want to see his lovely body restored so that he can entertain us again!”

The cheering reached a new high as the compere then smiled at Pierre as he slowly reached down to press the button that started the device, the boisterousness drowning out the beginning of the low humming emanating from the vibrators and suction pump.

Pierre looked at the timer counting the seconds backward from 1200 and felt the exciting sensations searing throughout his body via his cock and anus. The French boy knew that he had no chance of lasting 20 minutes without being brought to orgasm. He had not been allowed ejaculation for four days previously, in preparation for this event, whilst simultaneously being prescribed strong doses of an aphrodisiac drug more powerful than viagra, whose special secret formula was known only to the organisation for which he worked.

It soon seemed to Pierre that his ball sac was close to bursting with sperm desperate for release. The teenager’s cock was throbbing wildly whilst its head had long ago been shed of its foreskin cover. The youth wondered whether the copious precum that he was shedding would trigger the switch. However, his contemplation of this possibility was short lived as the 16 years old felt the inexorable approach of climax just as the timer had counted down to 900. His body suddenly visibly shook convulsively and white fluid started spurting into the connection tube to the delight of everyone throughout the pleasure complex, including himself. The French boy had, after all, signed his contract with the management to enjoy the pleasure of nights like this.

During Pierre’s later torments, no-one paid any attention to the tiny tattoo on the teenager’s right arm. This consisted of the letters ‘IBBL’ supported on either side by what looked like a young naked boy sporting a full erection.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, 1 week later)

Andrew had completed his initial induction and now contemplated the two contracts offered by the manager of the Dutch ‘Pink Triangle’ club. The first, printed under the establishment’s letterhead, offered very generous terms to work as a stage performer, lap dancer and prostitute. A good basic salary was supplemented by excellent bonuses, free board and lodging in nearby luxurious apartments and plenty of free time off. The second, under an insignia displaying the letters ‘IBBL’ supported on either side by a young naked boy sporting a full erection, proffered no money at all. It also included being placed under a very strict and all-consuming lifestyle regime, for which corporal punishment would be inflicted for mistakes or misdemeanours, and being accommodated in a small locked cell in prison-like quarters located in the club’s cellars. There would be no time off or access to the outside world without permission and close supervision.

Andrew had no hesitation at all in accepting the challenge to sign the renewable 4-year IBBL contract.

Andrew then removed his only attire, short white shorts with small pink triangle motif, and replaced them with similar bearing the IBBL insignia. The teenager then prostrated himself before his new IBBL Master before being given permission to leave the man’s office to find the club’s tattooist.

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

Brad was chained naked and spreadeagled between two posts with many television cameras focused on him. He was attached to a similar machine that had been enjoyed by Pierre but this version only had four wires protruding from it. Three were linked to penile and anal vibrators and the switch in the middle of the connection tube. However, the fourth was attached to an ingenious small square very thin light metal contraption with a little round hole in the middle, through which the boy’s smooth genitals had been squeezed. An insignia was engraved at the top of the alloy.

The triggering of the switch in the tube by semen would reset the timer only to 120 seconds. After that time was up, Brad knew that razor wire would be released inside the top of the plating and be forced by extremely strong springs to move rapidly to the bottom. The boy, now with a tiny tattoo on his right arm, also appreciated, from the videos that he had seen, that soft young genitalia had no chance of resisting the wire, which could, once set in motion slice through thick bone unchallenged if needed. The evil device was effectively the modern high-tech equivalent of the genital guillotine encountered by a certain Lycian Prince over 1700 years earlier.

Brad felt pleasurable sensations course through his beautiful young body as his own challenge started and the timer began counting down from 1200 seconds. The terrified boy looked down at his rampant erection, oozing precum into the transparent condom-like cockhead attachment, and recognised again, on the metal just above the base of his engorged penis, the all-permeating IBBL logo.

(To be continued in chapter 2 – ‘Inductions’)