The Brotherhood 7 (Penultimate Chapter)

By Pueros

Chapter 7 – Keepsakes

(Somewhere in Asia, October 1996)

Volunteer slave 3-20950 somehow managed to fulfil his most disagreeable task without vomiting. Simon’s oral manipulations had eventually caused the Crown Prince’s substantial obnoxious hairy cock to erupt copious amounts of thick Arabian semen into his young English mouth. Once the man had finally released the firm grip that his large hirsute hands had recently acquired on the 13 years old’s head, securing the very pretty provider of his pleasure in place whilst the 50 years old experienced his delectable climax, the naked lad slowly rose to his feet.

Simon’s beautiful face was red from a mix of shame, exertion and air loss, and also displayed surplus sperm running down the chin, which the boy knew better than to wipe away. The 13 years old’s embarrassment was compounded by realisation that he had maintained an erection throughout the demeaning and lengthy act of fellatio. He noticed that his endangered horizontal uncut cockhead was drooling precum, despite his trepidation as to what was about to happen.

The Crown Prince’s face was also red but this was as a result of just experiencing sexual heaven. It had been an unfulfilled dream of his teenage years to enjoy such attentions from Simon’s father when they were both schoolboys. However, he now considered receiving them from the man’s 13 years old son, physically almost a replica of his male parent at the same age, to be immeasurably satisfactory compensation, particularly as the lad’s divine body would soon offer up more delights.

Simon, well trained for this occasion and courageously compliant, walked across the small low platform on which he had humiliatingly danced and took up position under the bondage frame, waiting for the Crown Prince to chain him to it. The boy’s erection vibrated at the sight, on an adjacent table, of the clamps, with associated weights, dildos, paddles, canes, straps, crops and whips that would soon be inflicted on his nude form. However, it was noticing also the bejewelled curved knife that would cut off his penis, alongside the jar containing preservative fluid that would be used by the Arab to store the severed member as a keepsake later, that perversely caused the string of precum drooling from his cockhead to become longer.

(Somewhere in Brazil, same time)

Voluntary slave 1-48424’s new master, dressed in a black leather mask, with matching body harness and thong, tied the base of Pierre’s ball sac very tightly with the cord that had been resting alongside a knife and two large silvery metal orbs in the bowl adjacent to the endangered scrotum. The Brazilian and his new 16 years old slave were alone in the ritual chamber located in the man’s vast Amazonian residence, with the eunuch-to-be strapped naked and spreadeagled to the bloodstained castration table.

The redness of Pierre’s still throbbing genitalia intensified as the blood flow to the sac was terminated. The man then left the room to wait elsewhere for the cord to perform its job and leave the youth to his thoughts as the time for his castration approached. As the French teenager glanced down at his endangered organs, he noticed that his master had now placed, beneath the bowl between his splayed legs, the small glass box in which he proposed to keep the extracted 16 years old testes as a constant reminder of this day.

(Somewhere in Arabia, same time)

Involuntary slave 3-20931 had cruelly been forced to watch the video of his older brother’s nullification and therefore fully appreciated what the razor wire contained in the metal device that encircled his genitals would imminently do to him. He therefore began to plead again for mercy as the clock ran down the seconds from 20. However, the only response from the watching smiling Arab Sheikh was to announce eventually “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1….” The 12 years old closed his lovely eyes to await his awful fate whilst the dish beneath him waited to receive his boyhood.

Like the Crown Prince, the Sheikh proposed to retain the product of today’s event in preservative fluid in a jar as a keepsake, although, unlike the other man, he did not intend to place it afterwards on his bedside table.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, same time)

Andrew felt his fellow prostitute’s now erect cockhead press against his exposed sphincter, as the pair continued their act on the central stage of the crowded main theatre in the Amsterdam ‘Pink Triangle’ club. A one word loud chorus of many voices echoed around the large packed hall. “Fuck, fuck, fuck….” it demanded remorselessly and so the handsome 16 years old Danish victor of the previous wrestling bout obliged. He had rubbed his penis to a full erection, a feat quickly achieved as it was aided by the sight of the English boy’s lustrous buttocks waiting for him.

Andrew issued a low yelp as the defences offered by his sphincter were easily overcome, having been weakened of late by many large invaders. However, his young colleague’s action still induced some pain as his anus had maintained remarkable tightness despite being afforded much recent attention by many clients. The sight of the pretty English youth’s clear discomfort at being subject to public sodomy caused particular amusement amongst the nearby group of young lesbians, who were amongst the loudest to shout “Fuck, fuck, fuck….”. The humiliation of the 16 years old recipient of similarly aged Danish cock was compounded by a noticeable strengthening in the rigidity of his own penis as the ploughing of his rectum continued with aplomb.

A huge cheer eventually resounded round the theatre as the young Dane finally reached climax. The 16 years old had screamed in delight as he began to pour much cum into Andrew’s innards, an action that induced the blushing English youth to his own orgasm, delighting the watching throng, not least the lesbians, by spurting much of his own sperm onto the stage floor.

Andrew's abashment was later completed when he entered the guestroom to meet the clients who had hired him for the rest of the night. The five young lesbians awaited him, all with different items of chastisement and torture in their hands.

(Somewhere in Brazil, same time)

“Surrender and I’ll let your friend live,” announced the loggers’ leader, through the translator, to the strange young Amazonian Indian. “Throw your weapons onto the ground, place your hands on your head and turn around. You will then let some of my men approach you from behind.” The blonde-haired blue-eyed boy realised that he had no choice if he wanted to save the young girl whom he considered his sister. He therefore complied and soon sensed the men’s careful approach before shivering at the feel of a rifle barrel being pressed between his shoulder blades.

The leader continued his instructions “Slowly drop your hands behind your back and allow the men to tie them.”

The boy again obeyed and, as soon as he was bound, he was held by the arms by two armed loggers and pulled roughly in front of their boss, who punched the 14 years old hard in the stomach. The lad was allowed to fall to the ground before eventually being dragged by his long blonde hair back to his feet.

The leader’s knife was then presented to the boy’s throat. “Now,” the man asked via the translator, “where are my missing men?” The 14 years old, wearing only a skimpy red loincloth and with lovely face and body displaying several colourful painted symbols, looked defiantly into his interrogator’s eyes as he answered with the single word “Dead!” He received another punch in the stomach for his trouble, followed by a vicious kick to his side as he fell again in agony onto the dusty trail. “You will pay dearly for the lives of the men you killed,” the interpreter now advised the hurting lad.

(Somewhere in Asia, same time)

Volunteer slave 3-20950, now immovably chained spreadeagled to the bondage frame, was tremulously waiting to receive the first blow from the paddle that would begin to redden his lustrous buttocks. Simon’s soon-to-be severed cock had maintained its embarrassing rigidity despite the awfulness of his plight, compounded by the attachment of painfully strong clamps to his nipples. His shame at his body’s reaction to his appalling circumstances was to be substantially increased as the Crown Prince, who had now disrobed, landed the initial strike across the middle of the boy’s bottom. Several arcs of white fluid immediately gushed out of the cockhead of the convulsing 14 years old towards the floor, causing his cruel tormentor to remark “English slut” before making the next nasty hit.

(Somewhere in Brazil, same time)

Voluntary slave 1-48424’s returned new master picked up the knife and presented the sharp blade to Pierre’s ball sac, now a deep purple in colour. “Are you ready?” the man enquired.

(Somewhere in Arabia, same time)

“Zero!” the Sheikh announced with glee.

(Lancashire, England, same time)

The academic made a decision that would totally change his life. He obtained the telephone number from directory enquiries and, after much thought and with considerable unease, dialled the relevant digits. “Hello,” a woman’s voice said at the other end, “New Scotland Yard. How can I help you?”

(To be concluded in chapter 8 – ‘Disappointments’)