BLINCOE’S CASEBOOK:- 1) THE CROSS MURDERS 4

Chapter 4 – Ritual

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

(August 1999, somewhere in England)

“Good,” said the man to Per, who was standing next to the clothes rail, “you are learning to behave but I don’t want you to strip there but in the centre of the chamber; so move forward!” The pretty 14 years old blonde-haired blue-eyed boy walked reluctantly and with great trepidation towards the middle of his prison, dragging with him the light but sturdy chain that attached his neck to the wall behind. As he advanced, the door in the far corner opened again and two handsome boys, both aged about 12, entered. They were dressed in sleeveless black tunics that ran to just below their loins. Narrow black belts tucked the garments sweetly round their slim waists, above which gold pentagrams were embroidered. They wore black leather sandals without socks. They were also carrying black metal trays.

This entrance caused Per to make the mistake of pausing. Acute agony returned to his body and he fell to his knees screaming. “You will learn to obey without hesitation,” he heard the sinister man say, “or your sufferings will be prolonged. Now, back to your feet and take up position where I told you.” When Per was eventually able to stand, he cleared the tears from his eyes and this enabled him to see that the two younger boys had broad smiles. They seemed to be enjoying his predicament.

Per had already noticed that his chain gave him ample freedom to reach the corners at the end of the room where his bed was, but it was becoming taut as he approached the centre. He estimated that he would be unable to progress more than two metres past that point, which he now saw was marked by a small gold pentagram painted on the otherwise completely black floor. “Do not stand on the sign of our Order” commanded the man, “but just before it. You will then sink to your knees, lean forward and kiss the sacred symbol. You know what will happen if you, in any way, hesitate to obey my instruction.” By now, Per certainly did know and so complied with the weird request. “Good,” said the man, “you will do the same every time you arrive at, and every time that you are about to leave, that spot, even if no-one else is here. You will never place any other part of your body on the sacred symbol other than your lips in homage.”

The two boys now placed their trays, with embossed gold pentagrams on each, either side of Per, who momentarily thought of grabbing one of the lads in a crazy effort to escape but then remembered the pain collar and the chain. The boys moved away to stand either side of the man, who was about 4 metres in front of Per. “You will now remove your shirt,” ordered the man, “ and place it on the tray to your left. After doing so, you will kneel again to kiss the sacred symbol.” Per wore his fashionable and expensive azure shirt with the top button undone and he had already unbuttoned another whilst standing besides the clothes rail. He therefore concentrated on the third button down but his nerves made him worry over it. The man, though, did not mind because he liked to see the sacrificial victims reveal their beautiful nude bodies tantalisingly slowly.

Per wore the shirt outside his jeans and, as he gradually succeeded in unfastening each button, more and more of his beautiful light pink chest came into view, causing the erection that the man was experiencing beneath his gown to increase in size. By the time that Per was attending to the shirt button next to his waist, the unfastening of which would unveil the cute little indentation that was his navel, the garment above had widened sufficiently to show off the sublime small dark pink orbs of his nipples. The man smiled at the thought of how much these sweet tits would suffer in the weeks ahead.

Per finally unfastened the lowest button and was ready to remove his top cover. Despite the threat created by the pain collar, the eager looks in the eyes of the three spectators caused him to pause, but fortunately not for too long and the agonies did not reappear. The boy felt his throat gulp as he slipped the garment off his shoulders and arms and placed it on the tray. The man also quietly gulped as the lad’s perfectly proportioned dazzling upper body was fully revealed. Unfortunately for Per, this did not prevent the man from pressing a button on the handset for the boy had forgotten to kiss the floor. Instead, the man’s action brought the unmindful lad painfully to the necessary position.

No-one said a word as the tearful Per eventually recovered sufficiently to accomplish his required mission and stand again until the man ordered “Now remove your footwear and socks and place them on the other tray. You need not pay homage until all four items are located there.” Per obeyed, more quickly this time and remembered to finish off in the expected manner.

All knew what was due to be removed next and the man just said “Continue, same tray as your shirt.” Per reached for the brass waist button on his light blue designer jeans. He nervously fumbled with it before managing to slip it through the retaining hole and reach for the top of the zip. He felt a bead of sweat form on his brow as he slowly lowered the zip. The man felt several beads as the front of the boy’s jeans parted to unveil the dark blue tanga briefs underneath. Per looked up and saw that the man had grown red in the face whilst the two other watchers were still exhibiting broad grins. The boy moved his hands to either side of the jeans and experienced further tightening in his throat as he began to push slowly downwards. The man’s hidden cock also tightened as the boy’s gorgeous smooth thighs and legs were exposed. His 12 years old companions began to experience a certain hardening too.

Per placed his jeans on top of his shirt, performed homage and stood with his hands in front of his groin. The man was quiet for a while as he took in the magnificent sight now revealed only a few metres in front of him and grinned even more broadly when he thought of what was to be done to the beautiful visage over the forthcoming month. He eventually broke his silence by commanding “Continue, back to the other tray and, when you stand after your homage, place your hands on your head.” He emphasised his order by holding his handset more prominently forward. There were little giggles from the 12 years old when Per reluctantly moved his hands towards the narrow sides of his tight-fitting briefs for they perceived some arousal underneath the tiny garment. The boy was aware of his unwanted stimulus and blushed in shame. The redness of the man’s face intensified.

Per briefly hesitated to fulfil this final act. He had been seen nude by others before but only after sports by fellow schoolboys in the showers of his Copenhagen college and by friends when they occasionally skinny-dipped together in countryside ponds and rivers. He knew that his parents had seen him naked when he was a toddler but he had been shy of repeating that for as long as he could remember. He certainly did not want to be forced to strip before strangers but now recognised that he had no choice and so, before the man could activate the pain collar, he pulled his briefs downwards and his face became almost as red as the man’s.

As the final cover rode down the boy’s lovely loins, the chortles from the 12 years olds became louder. The man shuddered instead for he was filling his underpants with sperm as the excited smooth immaculate 14 years old genitals popped into view.

(Same time, London, England)

DCS Blincoe was tidier for he collected his own semen in a handkerchief. Afterwards, he decided that he had been on duty long enough and informed his secretary that he could be contacted at home if anything urgent arose. Blincoe did not particularly look forward to going back to his small but ridiculously expensive flat in Fulham for he lived on his own. He had avoided girlfriends and marriage for as long as he could until the smothering conservative conventions of family, friends and work forced him to undertake both in order to continue to disguise his true sexuality. The marriage had even produced two daughters, whom he loved, although his wife had had to play the leading role in their conception. However, the wedlock eventually foundered when his spouse finally grew tired of his apparent sexual indifference. She eventually met an American and went to live with him in Sacramento, taking the children with her.

The silvery- haired Blincoe now had few friends. Those of his childhood had been left behind in his native Cumbria when he had left to pursue his career in London. Policemen usually only made new friends with colleagues but they tended to become more remote as an officer rose in the ranks. The DCS hated the quality of most television programmes and rarely watched his favourite soccer team because they only played a few away games in the capital. He therefore tended to overwork, spending much of what little leisure time he allowed himself on his home computer. He had been very happy to discover the internet for he now no longer had to go through the embarrassment of furtively purchasing gay magazines for the pictures his cock regularly craved for. It also enabled him to read the types of stories he loved, with his favourite being www.eunuch.org!

(To be continued in Chapter 5 – ‘Investiture’)