The Brotherhood 6

By Pueros

Chapter 6 – Genitalia

(Somewhere in Asia, October 1996)

Volunteer slave 3-20950 began his well-practised and highly erotic stripdance in front of the fat bearded Crown Prince, who was resplendently dressed in flowing Arab costume and seated in a large armchair facing the small low square wooden platform on which the boy performed. Simon knew that, after finishing and performing fellatio for and being tortured and sodomised by the Arab, the man, 50 years old that very day, proposed to cut off his 13 years old cock.

Simon had been blackmailed at the Asian pleasurecentre, where he had been trained and initiated, into volunteering for this mission, during which he would suffer penectomy. He had been shown enough evidence to appreciate the deadly efficiency and sophistication of the organisation that had abducted him to be thoroughly convinced that his father would be killed if he did not co-operate.

The Brotherhood’s psychologists and psychiatrists had recognised the English boy’s inherent selflessness and bravery. This had caused them to advise that Simon could be safely informed in advance of the full nature of his assignment and future, something that the client had requested if it was possible. The Crown Prince cruelly wanted the 13 years old to suffer mentally during the weeks leading up to the event, as well as suffering physically on the day itself.

The Arab now delighted in watching the beautiful blonde-haired blue-eyed 13 years old dance skilfully, despite his undoubted inherent terror of what was about to happen. Simon was dressed in the uniform of the English public school he had attended, as had his father and the Crown Prince. However, the attire was deliberately tighter than usual in order to display the boy’s fine young features to the full and embarassingly included very short shorts, a type of garment only worn by pupils aged under 11 who attended the prep school.

Simon was dancing to music identical to well-known pop tracks but very professionally adapted by the Brotherhood using boy singers and words deliberately amended for IBBL events.

Simon’s blazer was eventually discarded, to be followed by his polished black laced shoes and long grey socks. The boy’s tie was then removed before his white shirt was gradually unbuttoned and teasingly slid off his superb upper torso with instructed purposeful deliberation. The sole spectator’s engorged cock, hidden under his flowing robes, vibrated at the delicious sight. The Crown Prince felt all his dreams had come true for the 13 years old looked exactly like his father at the same age. The Arab was looking forward immensely to gaining imminent revenge for the unreciprocated, and therefore frustratingly unrequited, love that he had fruitlessly afforded to the lad’s male parent so many years previously.

The Crown Prince nearly came prematurely when Simon began to lower his shorts with deliberate tormenting slowness, eventually revealing skimpy black briefs underneath, displaying a significant bulge at the front. The Arab realised happily that the boy, despite, or perhaps partly because of, his demeaning and dangerous predicament, was thoroughly aroused.

Simon’s prolonged routine continued, with his client spellbound throughout the eight lively pop music tracks during which the boy gyrated his wonderful body covered by just the sparse briefs. The attire was sufficiently tight to enable the delectable covered curvature of the 13 years old’s bottom to be fully appreciated, along with the extent of his humiliating genital excitement. Both of these magnificent attributes were further highlighted to the Crown Prince’s utter delight when the garment was finally shed and the young performer danced only in a minuscule black thong.

Simon’s face, already slightly red from exertion and shame, became a deeper hue when he realised that his erection, partly caused by previous enforced chastity and intake of very strong aphrodisiacs, was causing his tiny thong to stretch away from his loins. The intensely embarrassing phenomenon enabled his smooth scrotum and much of his rigid endangered penis to be visible from the side. This was a view frequently granted to the sole spectator as the boy had to turn regularly throughout his routine to provide his client with a sight of his delicious young body from all angles.

Simon’s face became an even deeper red when the time came to dance naked after another eight music tracks. The relevant start melodic piece began and the boy released the tie that kept his thong in place. The garment immediately succumbed to gravity and fell to the platform floor, from where the 13 years old managed to kick it away unnoticeably, despite his shame and trepidation, as he initiated his nude routine.

The Crown Prince smiled at the sight of Simon’s aroused smooth genitalia, encased in the usual IBBL cockring, as they now flopped wildly around during the dance, drooling a long string of precum. The Arab recalled the vision of the sublime naked form of the boy’s father, a visage he used to drool at when sharing showers after games at their English public school. He had been able to look but sadly not touch, a situation soon to be rectified in respect of the man’s delectable son.

Simon danced in the nude for the Crown Prince for another eight music tracks and had been performing for a total of over three hours when his time on the platform came to an end. The boy was not too tired, as he was a natural athlete and had been trained thoroughly for this event, and would in fact have preferred to continue rather than commit himself to what was now required.

Simon knew that he would now have to kneel between the seated Crown Prince’s legs to await the parting of the lower garments to allow access to a large throbbing Arabian cock for the boy’s first ever act of fellatio. It was a feat that the 13 years old had previously practised using special dildos filled with copious amounts of artificial but realistic sperm.

Simon also knew that afterwards the Crown Prince, inherent anger at English schoolboys now reinforced by post-sex guilt, would chain him in a spreadeagled position to the bondage frame on the opposite side of the platform. Nasty clamps would then be introduced to the 13 years old’s nipples and blows of paddle and cane to his rear. Weights would be gradually added to the clamps whilst the Arab turned to leather to continue the lad’s beating with a strap, crop and finally multi-stranded whip.

Greased dildos of various sizes would then be inserted into Simon’s virgin anus before the Crown Prince’s cock was finally ready to deflower the boy. Immediately after the 13 years old had been successfully anally impregnated by Arabian semen, his young penis would be severed.

Simon did not dally on the platform. Instead, remembering the awful threats against his father, the boy courageously stepped off the wooden surface and advanced towards the Crown Prince, who, happily noticing that the 13 years old’s soon-to-be dismembered cock was still hard, began to extract his own rigid and very eager penis from under his robes.

Simon unhesitatingly knelt before the Crown Prince and soon observed the slit of the man’s obnoxious hairy cockhead, damp with copious precum, seemingly staring up at him. The boy slowly lowered his sweet rosy lips towards the awful spectacle.

(Somewhere in Brazil, same time)

Voluntary slave 1-48424 was in the ritual chamber located in his new master’s vast Amazonian residence. Pierre was now strapped naked and spreadeagled to the bloodstained castration table, with a bowl containing a knife, leather cord and two large silvery metal orbs, resting against his substantial ball sac. The 16 years old youth’s foreskin had pulled back to reveal his throbbing red cockhead as he awaited his gelding.

(Somewhere in Arabia, same time)

Involuntary slave 3-20931’s loins boiled as the penile and anal vibrators brought him to climax.

As his older brother had done before him, Glen screamed with a mixture of acute ecstasy and terror as he came and creamy white fluid poured into the tube connected to his cockhead. The boy closed his eyes as he enjoyed the supreme delight of his last climax, the best he had ever known, before dread finally replaced rapture and he opened them again to look at the clock, located high on the middle of the far wall of the ritual chamber. The appalled 12 years old saw that the timepiece had reset and that his genitalia now had less than 100 seconds of life left.

Also like his brother, Glen begged loudly for the emasculating device to be stopped. However, the only response from the watching and gleeful Sheikh was the removal of the tube from the boy’s penis. The 12 years old’s severed genitalia were to be allowed to fall cleanly into the large metal bowl underneath. The young American now tried to remove his endangered sexual organs from their sinister metal encasement but he was immovably attached to the contraption. The youngster then noticed that there were only 20 seconds left before the razor wire was released and he would be emasculated.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, same time)

Andrew was again on the main stage of the Amsterdam ‘Pink Triangle’ club’s crowded theatre. He was not alone on the platform, for he was accompanied by a similarly aged and beautiful young blonde Dane. Both youths were almost naked, their only cover being tiny chainmail flaps that barely hid their smooth genitalia and which dangled from narrow metal chains fixed tightly around their waists. The chains were retained in place by front and rear attachments to the cockrings of the two 16 years olds, whose bodies had also been oiled.

To raucous cheering from the many spectators packed into the theatre, Andrew and his companion began to wrestle to the theme tune of the movie ‘Spartacus’. The object of the exercise was to secure the opponent in such a painful stranglehold that he surrendered or the show compere declared defeat on his behalf. The winner would be rewarded by being compelled to sodomise the loser on stage.

Andrew and his opponent found that simply gaining a grip on each other’s glistening bodies was very difficult as the covering of oil caused their arms to slip. However, after several unsuccessful attempts, as they circuited each other and made feinting movements to test defences, they eventually became embroiled in a fierce but short combat. The English youth had had far less practice at this activity than the young Dane and experience won the day, as the latter successfully tripped the former.

To intensified cheering, the Dane soon lay on top of Andrew’s delicious body, now facedown and helpless on the floor, holding the English youth’s neck in a vice-like hold. This caused Andrew’s face to distort and redden, as his air supply was cut off, and disabled him from declaring his surrender verbally. The 16 years old therefore began to wave a free arm about in the recognised gesture of capitulation whilst he felt his opponent’s already eager cock pressing into one of his buttocks.

The compere confirmed the victory of the Dane, who released Andrew to jump to his feet to accept the adulation of the watching throng. Meanwhile, his defeated and shamed opponent grasped for breath as his body slowly recovered from his strangulation on the stage floor. Afterwards, the English youth, finally restored to wellbeing, knelt before the Dane to bend over to kiss his conqueror’s feet in a humiliating act of submission. He then stood, turned, removed his minuscule cover, splayed his legs and leant over to place his hands on his ankles, positioning his anus for the act of public sodomy.

Andrew’s abashment was complete when he heard much ribald comment, particularly about his own substantial erection, as he waited to be buggered. The most hurtful remarks seemed to emanate from a group of voyeuristic lesbians standing close to the stage.

(Lancashire, England, same time)

The academic yet again reread the file copy that his dead friend had secretly sent him over two years earlier. He now knew, from noticing the tiny lettering tattooed onto the arm of Pierre, the boy prostitute he had enjoyed in the Berlin ‘Pink Triangle’ club two months previously, that at least some of the research contained in the folder was not bunkum. An organisation abbreviated as the ‘IBBL’ appeared to exist but he was still undecided whether he should investigate further himself, being worried about the possible dangers.

The historian was particularly concerned about the constant feeling he had experienced after returning from Germany. He had an intuition, without any evidence, that he had been closely watched ever since.

(Somewhere in Brazil, same time)

The heavily armed Amazonian loggers were illegally clearing yet another of the endangered Amazonian rainforests, both for valuable hard woods and for illicit farming development. The latest native Indian village they had come across had been bulldozed and the population driven away, with the exception of some captured pretty girls and boys, wearing simple loincloths, who would be sold to the brothel bars prevalent in the migrant workers’ main camps. However, as the youngsters, hands bound behind their backs and necks tied together, were being led along the relevant trail through thick foliage towards their sad destinies, their escorts seemed to be gradually and mysteriously reducing in number, a circumstance that eventually caused the men’s leader to call a halt to progress.

Realisation suddenly dawned on the leader that the disappearance of some of his men was not due to slacking or accident. It now seemed to him that they were being trailed and picked off, one by one, presumably by someone from the young captives’ tribe. He was also sure that that someone would now be close and so grabbed one of the nearest of the abducted girls and placed a knife at her throat.

The leader did not know the Indians’ language but one of his remaining men had sufficient command of local dialect to translate an understandable version for him. This man therefore shouted out to the surrounding dense forest “We know you’re there. If you don’t show yourself instantly, the girl’s throat will be cut, followed by that of another of your friends!” However, apart from the usual voluminous croaking of insects, singing of birds and other animal noises emerging from the trees, no other activity was immediately apparent.

The interpreter therefore repeated the loud threat, adding “We mean it. This is your last chance!” There was a pause whilst everyone, not least the terrified young girl who was feeling the sharp blade against her jugular, waited upon the response. It eventually came when a boy, about 14 years old, dressed in skimpy red loincloth and armed with bow and arrows and his own bloodstained knife, suddenly jumped down from a nearby tree to present himself on the path just traversed by the loggers and their captives.

It was not the sudden appearance of such a boy, or his pretty young body patterned with painted war symbols, that surprised the leader and his men. It was the fact that he looked like no Amazonian Indian they had ever seen, for the lad’s underlying physique was apparently European, possessing golden hair and large blue eyes.

(To be continued in the penultimate chapter ‘Keepsakes’)