The Brotherhood 3

By Pueros

Chapter 3 – Initiations

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, August 1996)

Probationary volunteer slave 1-48442 entered the ritual chamber in the prison-like quarters located in the cellars of the Amsterdam ‘Pink Triangle’ club. Andrew’s skimpy shorts were ballooning outwards as he took up position before his Master, otherwise known as the manager of the establishment. The 16 years old English teenager had not been inside this particular room before and was excited by what he saw. The chamber was laid out like a small chapel with several rows of wooden benches either side of a central aisle leading to steps ascending onto a platform, in the middle of which was a rectangular bondage frame. A large IBBL logo, superimposed over an outline of the European continent, was painted on the far wall.

Several closed circuit television cameras conveyed pictures of the ceremonials to IBBL members present within the club but who had decided not to join the dozen sat on the benches to view the spectacle live. The pictures would also be condensed into a video for later distribution to authorised interested parties.

Andrew had already performed the required prostrations before the IBBL symbol and his Master at the front of the platform and was now kneeling before the man, who was posing the teenager a few questions.

“Do you dedicate your body and mind exclusively to the service of the IBBL and its members for the next four years?” Andrew was asked and his immediate answer was “Yes, Master!” The man then continued “Do you undertake to obey without hesitation all commands issued to you by your IBBL superiors regardless of how loathsome they may personally be to you?” “Do you accept that you will regularly suffer great indignities and much pain, including that inflicted for any mistakes or misdemeanours?” “Do you accept that you will not be allowed to change your mind over your commitment after the conclusion of this initiation ceremony as the organisation will compel you if necessary to fulfil the full terms of your contract and these oaths?” The teenager replied with an instantaneous “Yes, Master!” to all.

“You may therefore stand and remove your garment,” the Master instructed and Andrew complied in the graceful manner in which he had been taught, casting his shorts to the side of the platform. The 16 years old was facing away from the spectators, all of whom admired the sight of the teenager’s lustrous bottom, wondering who would be the lucky person to deflower the virgin cavity hidden between the youth’s bumcheeks.

The Master produced a flanged and hinged silver cockring, engraved with the letters IBBL and the number 1-48442 and currently open. He cautiously placed the adornment around Andrew’s completely smooth shaved genitals and snapped it in place. The ring had been carefully sized to concentrate rather than reduce the flow of blood into the teenager’s sexual organs, thereby enhancing stimulation as well as making that part of the youth’s beautiful anatomy even more prominent. The constant feel of the permanent ornamentation, which would be very difficult and painful for the wearer to remove, against the base of the young slave’s scrotum had the additional benefit of constantly reminding him of his status and purpose in life.

Andrew responded to the award of his slave cockring by prostrating again until ordered to “Stand, turn around and kneel!” The 16 years old obeyed to provide the spectators with their first unhindered sight of the teenager’s gently throbbing erection.

The Master collected a small triangular wooden horse with strapping atop from the side of the platform and placed it immediately to the left of Andrew, who was told to rest his arm along its upper surface. The man then strapped the limb firmly in place before producing a battery-powered branding devise, an IBBL invention resembling a hand drill but with a short thin branding iron replacing the drill bit. He switched the contraption on and soon the tiny number 1-48442 at the end of the iron was red hot.

Andrew knew that having his slave number branded onto his left arm in tiny numerals, matching the size of the IBBL lettering already tattooed on his right limb, was an integral part of his initiation and his strong sado-masochism meant that he was actually looking forward to experiencing the event, evidenced by his cock rising even more vertically and oozing more precum. The location where the brand was to be applied had already been indicated by a barely perceptible pen imprint and the Master cautiously hovered the red-hot iron over the spot. The 16 years old could feel the intense heat that would soon mark him for life as the man carefully took aim. The teenager’s breathing became heavier as he waited for the imminent agony to be inflicted.

Andrew eventually issued a loud ecstatic groan from his mouth and spurts of cum from his cock as his Master brought the branding iron briefly to rest on the 16 years old’s arm. A whiff of burning flesh could be detected as the iron was withdrawn from the teenage skin but the youth barely noticed as his guilty orgasm continued, splashing his vibrating body and the platform with copious amounts of semen.

Andrew was brought down from his heady mix of ecstasy and pain when his Master applied a wipe soaked in soothing lotion to the 16 years old’s new brandmark before releasing the teenager’s arm from the strapping. The youth looked down at his cum-soaked chest, belly and cock and at the white untidiness on the platform and knew that there would now be a price to pay for his unauthorised ejaculation.

“Lick your mess up from the floor!” was the command from the Master and Andrew complied. As the 16 years old did so, the man advised “You would normally be immediately beaten for such a misdemeanour. However, your body is to remain unmarked for your debut performance on the club’s main stage tonight and, in any case, your body will soon suffer severely in that way from the hands of your first client. Your punishment will therefore be different. Stand once you have completed your task to receive it!”

Andrew, appropriately abashed, stood to face the smirking spectators once he had licked up his own sperm from the wooden surface of the platform. The 16 years old, whose left arm was still excruciatingly painful, did not know that both the Master and the watchers were not surprised to see the teenage mishap as they had viewed similar accidents in the same circumstances previously.

As Andrew regained his feet, he saw the special multi-purpose IBBL machine for the first time, waiting for him on the floor in front of the bondage frame. However, the 16 years old was expected to finish the normal rites, by dancing naked to the lively anthem of the organisation of which he was now a voluntary slave, with strong nipple clamps linked by chain attached to his tits, before being firmly manacled to the frame in a spreadeagled position. The teenager’s cum-covered penis was still hard as the Master then introduced the thin catheter, linked to the ingenious electronic devise, to the slit of the restrained youth’s cockhead.

Andrew gasped loudly as the metal was slowly slid along his urethra before being restrained in place by a strap fitted around the throbbing penile head. However, the noise emanating from the 16 years old’s mouth quickly changed to shrieks as the first of the irregular electric shocks overwhelmed his groin, the electrode’s access to the conductive contents of the teenager’s bladder also helping to spread the pain further afield. The machine’s digital clock started to count down from 3600 seconds. It was the conclusion to the initiation ceremony for which most of the spectators had been hoping.

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

Involuntary slave 2-23859 was also just completing the initiation rituals, although he did not climax when branded and gained no masochistic pleasure in dancing nude to the IBBL anthem with the cruel clamps attached to his nipples. Brad was, in fact, more than happy to be returned to his cell afterwards so that he could cry in peaceful isolation. The American 15 years old knew that the worst was over for now as the organisation’s annual convention, at which he would be the star performer, was still a month away, during which time he would be prepared and trained to serve the Grand Masters before facing his challenge. The teenager hoped that his younger brother, now happily with his father, would not, for their own safety, give away the secret of the older sibling’s abduction.

(Somewhere in Arabia, same time)

Involuntary slave 3-20931 had also been initiated and was petrified for, after the agony of his branding and dancing with tortured tits, the 12 years old American had been splayed on a large table, his limbs immovably secured by leather restraints. The boy did not know what was going to happen to him but he feared the worst.

The Arab Sheikh had carefully inspected Glen’s genitals the previous day, feeling the nicely hung orbs of the boy’s smooth ball sac and fondling to ivory-like erection the lad’s cut cock. The man had then made his decision, conveyed to a servant in Arabic, a language the young American did not yet understand.

Glen’s body had since suffered humiliating purgative and enemas, as well as more recent bathing before being initiated and attached to the table on the platform in the Sheikh’s ritual chamber. The boy’s lovely agonised frame began to shiver but not with cold as he waited for someone to do whatever was to be done.

(Berlin, Germany, same time)

It was lap dancing time in the main theatre of the Berlin ‘Pink Triangle’ club and Pierre was performing on a sturdy table in front of a fat middle-aged Brandenburger. The man had used up a lot of the funds available on his credit card to buy the French youth’s time and the facilities in which to enjoy it. The 16 years old was now dancing naked before his client in tune with the music blurting out around the hall. Several other similar entertainers, in various stages of undress, were similarly engaged on other tables.

Pierre had slowly removed shorts, briefs and thong before revealing his smooth erection to the enraptured customer and the 16 years old’s hard penis was now flapping vigorously around as he gyrated to the pop music. The hidden penis of the teenager’s hirer was also rigid as he viewed the youth’s highly erotic routine and planned the hours ahead. The Brandenburger thought that he would first require the young prostitute to masturbate himself in public on the table, ejaculating into his own unused hand before licking up the product of his penis. The man would then take the lad, nude apart from his silver cockring, to the guestroom with adjacent torture chamber that he had booked for the night.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, 8 hours later)

Volunteer slave 1-48442 was backstage, dressed in his English schoolboy costume, waiting for the previous act, two young handsome male acrobats, attired only in skimpy loincloths with nothing underneath, to finish. Andrew still felt a dull pain on his left arm but his cock had recovered visually from its own excruciating ordeal, although the memory of the hour-long torment was still very fresh in both the 16 years old’s mind and groin. However, the punishment had been carefully selected to ensure that it was not detrimental to the teenager’s inaugural stripdancing performance, evidenced now by the youth’s re-erected penis, confined and hidden under his tight seductive short shorts, underbriefs and thong.

Andrew waited tensely but impatiently, as stepping out onto the stage to perform a slow erotic striptease in front of many admiring lecherous men represented a dream come true. He felt his trapped cock throb as if demanding immediate exposure to many pairs of lustful eyes. The 16 years old could tell that his Master’s assertion that the theatre would be full for his debut was correct without looking because of the voluminous noise emanating from the other side of the curtain. Nervous excitement induced a couple of beads of sweat to form on the teenager’s brow as the size of his penis grew even more.

A change of music, applause, the voice of the compere, further applause and then loud chants of ‘Bring him on!’ eventually suggested to Andrew that his time on stage was imminent. The two young acrobats, oiled bodies glistening with sweat as a result of their exertions, returned backstage, one remarking, in a Russian accent, to the English teenager as he passed “Best luck! You need it as they’re hot out there tonight!” The 16 years old thought that he knew what the slightly older fellow performer meant.

“And now gentlemen, and some ladies,” Andrew heard the compere announce, “what you’ve all been waiting for, the debut strip of our new young virgin English schoolboy. Give him our usual ‘Pink Triangle’ greeting, please welcome ‘Randy Andy’!” The 16 years old blushed in embarrassment when he heard his new stage name, which he personally hated. However, he knew that he did not have any choice over the matter and so, after taking a deep breath and feeling his cock throbbing, ran through the curtain.

(Berlin, Germany, same time)

The naked Brandenburger, having buggered Pierre several times and had his cock serviced twice by the 16 years old French teenager’s sweet rosy lips, had suspended the nude lad once more from the ceiling of the torture chamber whilst he re-applied the leather crop to the boy’s already well-striped back and bottom, the latter dribbling excess cum.

Pierre’s cock was again rigid despite the repeat beating and reattachment of clamps to his nipples and balls. The painful appendages were linked to one of the machines and so the 16 years old knew what he was to suffer next. This did not prevent his body quaking as he entered orgasm simultaneous to a particularly excruciating blow to his formerly lustrous buttocks.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, same time)

The theatre was indeed full to capacity, with all seating and standing room occupied, as ‘Randy Andy’ entered to loud acclimation, spiced with many shouted rude comments. After emerging from behind the curtain, the English teenager had to run along a narrow platform to the main circular stage, actually situated in the middle of the large hall. Spotlights and closed circuit television cameras were focused on him from all angles, some of the latter concentrating on close-up views of the youth’s loins. The music began and the 16 years old, so well prepared that he looked like a 14 years old, a trick assisted by his natural diminutive size, began his well-practised erotic striptease.

Andrew knew that he was not only the main attraction for the spectators in the theatre but that the many banks of televisions throughout the ‘Pink Triangle’ complex would be displaying intimate views of his every move. Videos of his act would later be made quickly available in the club shop for subsequent use at their leisure by those willing to spend the necessary Guilder.

Andrew, inhibitions and nervousness overcome by acute exhilaration and excellent training, proceeded to provide the patrons with the best erotic entertainment they had seen for a long time, despite the fact that all of the club’s entertainers were highly proficient at their art. The 16 years old’s school cap, with fictitious badge, was the first apparel to be removed to raucous cheering, followed slowly by the purple blazer and striped tie. The teenager then turned to his shiny black shoes and knee-high grey socks before following up with his spotlessly white shirt to dance seemingly only in his tight short grey school shorts, displaying a pronounced bulge.

The hundreds of spectators, having seen Andrew’s superlative upper torso revealed for the first time, now engaged in a chant of ‘Off, off!” as they impatiently wanted to see more. The 16 years old saw that two lesbians, standing close to the stage with arms wrapped round each other, appeared to offer the loudest shouts.

Andrew undid the top button of his shorts before advancing with purposeful deliberation to those on the fly. “Off, off!” continued to resound and the 16 years old eventually complied to much cheering, although after several deliberately teasing partial earlier lowerings of the garment. However, the chanting continued as the teenager’s bulging skimpy black briefs now came into view. They were to remain in place for several tantalising minutes as the youth’s dancing continued.

Acclimation was again uproarious as the briefs eventually succumbed to gravity as they were slowly pulled down, to be gracefully kicked away with seamless ease. Andrew’s sublimely wondrous bare buttocks were now available for inspection by all, as was the unmistakable full outline of his aroused genitals underneath the sparse black thong that comprised the beautiful teenager’s last cover. “Off, off!” became louder than ever. Only the select few had previously seen the youth’s gorgeous genitalia and the deprived majority eagerly awaited their turn. However, they were to be deprived of this delight as the boy, thong still in place, finished his act and ran off stage, managing to avoid the many hands trying to grope for his legs as he rushed down the narrow platform.

It was left to the compere to explain, to loud accompanying boos, that, like Cinderella at the Ball, ‘Randy Andy’ had had to depart because it was midnight but if the customers were good the schoolboy might be back. The subsequent sale of raffle tickets brought in record income from that source as the prize was to enjoy the favours of the new stripper for the night, although only, to general disappointment, in a month’s time. The patrons were advised that the newcomer had another engagement first elsewhere at which to lose his virginity. Nevertheless, clients’ spirits were quickly restored when the teenager returned for his encore, during which his thong was thrown to the two lesbians. The club’s televisions now screened close-ups of completely smooth 16 years old genitalia, adorned by a silver cockring, being shaken around as the dance routine concluded, the throbbing horizontal erection drooling a thin long string of precum.

(Somewhere in Arabia, same time)

It was a qualified doctor who had hours earlier fixed the elasticator to Glen’s genitals. The screaming sobbing 12 years old American was then left to suffer the agony of the death of his testicles alone.

The doctor now returned to the ritual chamber to see the outcome of his work.

(To be continued in chapter 4 – ‘Conventions’)