Wrecked Chapters 16-20

Wrecked Chapters 16-20
By Pueros

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

For Heredia

These are chapters sixteen to twenty of a long saga about the adventures in 19th century Africa of twin English boys.

Chapter Sixteen - Cockring

(Northern Mozambique, summer 1850)

James had never previously known such agony, or personally shedding so many tears. However, the naked 11 year-old was unsure whether the greatest causal suffering was induced by the clamps excruciatingly squeezing his nipples or by his loss, probably forever, of his beloved identical twin, John. The boys had rarely been separated and were as much intimate best friends as brothers.

James' acute distress was also intensified by three other factors. First was his, for him, unprecedented public nudity, worsened by being disgracefully naked in front of people whom, having naively absorbed common contemporary European attitudes, he considered inferior to his own English race. Second was his recent forcibly compliant immensely shameful subjection to being one of the slaves of this black tribe. Third was the clearly imminent conclusion to this process, namely the tight humiliating ringing of his genitals and the undoubtedly very painful branding of his body.

James was also unable to decide the cause of the current visible quaking of his nude spreadeagled form within the tight confines permitted by the manacles firmly attaching his lithe limbs to the wooden posts. The boy was unsure whether such quivering was due to the excruciation on his bare chest or the mental anguish created by shock and sorrow at what had already happened or fear about what was about to occur.

The charcoal in the crude brazier in front of James was already emitting a lot of smoke, suggesting that the wooden- handled irons, which would shortly brand him, were heating up nicely in the now probably red-hot interior. The boy's only consolation at the sight was that a light breeze blew the black fumes away from him.

James eventually began to experience a gradual lessening of the pain inflicting his once rosy but now white nipples, as they became more accustomed to being squeezed and expelled of blood by the little clamps. As the agony declined, the boy also became aware of the return of a strange sensation in his groin and he looked down to try to identify the cause, although he already believed that he knew what one visible symptom of the peculiar phenomenon would humiliatingly be.

James' belief was not to be disappointed. On glancing downwards, the boy noticed that his slender cock was again debasingly fulsomely erect, pointing horizontally towards his new slavemaster, namely the still enthroned tribal chieftain.

James' sensuous blue eyes, which were slowly clearing of tears in line with the gradual decline of the agony on his chest, subsequently finally managed also to see that many of those looking at him were smirking. Some were additionally pointing at him and commenting to others, presumably in relation to his penile hardness. However, on this occasion, such observation of public interest in the young white's genital embarrassment did not induce an instant ashamed return to flaccidity. To the further acute abashment of the deeply degraded boy, his unruly cock impudently declined to soften but instead boldly became even more defiantly rigid.

James' contemplation of possible reasons for his previously rather innocent penis' unprecedented bad behaviour was, however, interrupted when Gambo now again approached, this time with the thin flanged cockring of black iron in his hands, which had just been given to him by the chieftain. With little formal ado, the young slave then knelt before the vertically spreadeagled white boy's completely smooth genitalia, which he subsequently carefully encircled with the metal and snapped the open ends shut.

The cockring was cleverly designed to ensure that a reversal of this fitting was impossible. The only way the adornment, expertly judged for size, could now be removed was by cutting or trying to squeeze the genitals through the small aperture, which was so restricted that the process would undoubtedly be very awkward and painful and would probably damage, perhaps seriously, James' balls.

James' body immediately shuddered even more visibly on receipt of his latest adornment, although in shame rather than pain. The tight ringing of his genitals by the cockring had not hurt anything other than his pride. However, the feel of the cool metal now tightly encircling and constricting his sexual organs had been another sensual sign of his disgrace.

James' genitals were now made to stand out more in both the physical and visual sense. This phenomenon was aided by the enforced greater concentration of blood-flow to the sexual organs and the sight of black metal ringing contrasting white flesh.

Further cheering arose from the watching crowds as James suffered this latest humiliation, which his unruly penis, now aided by the concentrated blood, embarrassingly celebrated by beginning to rise upwards from the horizontal. A little clear fluid simultaneously appeared at the boy's red cockhead, which was beginning to be revealed by his slightly retreating foreskin.

Chapter Seventeen - Bestiality

(Northern Mozambique, summer 1850)

James' abashment at this further debasing development was, however, short-lived because his thoughts were quickly diverted towards other matters when, having been satisfied with his ringing of the white boy's genitals, Gambo next went to inspect the branding irons. The young black used the wooden handles to withdraw each implement in turn, and was soon able to confirm to the chieftain that the metal ends, in the shape of the leaping cheetah, were red-hot.

The chieftain, in turn, gestured to the same senior grandson who had earlier flogged the black boy previously positioned between the wooden posts. James had so far not sought to discover to where this comprehensively flagellated young victim had next been despatched, as the young white had been too absorbed with his own distressing preoccupations.

Nevertheless, whilst looking in dread at the branding irons temporarily withdrawn for inspection from the charcoal by Gambo, James had now finally noticed the nature of the next punishment to which the black boy was being subjected. The awful scene was on the same line of sight as that of the brazier, albeit at a greater distance.

James saw in horror that the black boy had been thrown into a stockade inhabited by one of the chieftain's hounds. The young white, of course, did not yet know that this large dog had been the particular animal that had first cornered the attempted escapee when he had been hunted and the beast was now receiving its due reward.

The black boy had compliantly but undoubtedly reluctantly lowered himself onto his hands and knees, with his legs wide apart. The eager well-trained hound had mounted him and was currently penetrating him with his own very large and keenly fully erect canine reproductive shaft.

The rear of the young black's body already displayed a mishmash of bloody stripes resulting from his earlier fulsome flogging. Given that the large hound also possessed ferociously sharp long claws and a long broad canine phallus, which was eagerly active in thrusting forwards and backwards as the dog energetically sodomised his victim, the boy's resumed agony must have been intense. Further ripping of his damaged flesh was additionally inevitable, both to his back from the animal's talons and to the entrance and walls of his rectum from the invading penile intruder.

Despite James' own unhappy predicament, the young white became momentarily intrigued by the scene in the stockade. The rather immature and innocent 11 year-old middle-class English schoolboy had previously led a rather sheltered life and had never before witnessed a sexual act of any kind, although he was sufficiently astute to appreciate that he was now doing so.

James, like his twin brother, John, had not yet been appraised of the facts of life and so was currently unaware as to how humans reproduced. The topic had not even been privately discussed between them and their friends whilst attending boarding school, such was the boys' relative immaturity and the prevailing rather suppressed English Victorian middle-class attitudes to sex.

In fact, although the current exhibition of bestial sodomy was to confuse James for a long time about the orifice that should be impregnated for reproductive purposes, both twins were soon to be deprived of much of their sexual naivety.

Chapter Eighteen - Attachments

(Northern Mozambique, summer 1850)

Meanwhile, not far away but hidden from the view of James, the similarly naked John had literally been attached to the Arab trader's caravan, which was resting in a different open space within the tribal village. The white boy's hands were still manacled together behind his back, whilst his ankles also remained shacked to each other. However, his heavy iron collar was additionally now attached by about 2 yards of chain to a 17 year-old black youth, who had previously formed the rear of the long line of captives destined, if they survived, for the distant slave markets on the island of Zanzibar.

John, like the others in his situation, had been encouraged to adopt a sitting position on the hard compacted soil that formed the ground underneath, facing the back of the captive in front. Meanwhile, other parts of the Arab trader's caravan, in the form of the well-laden ox-drawn wagon, camels and mules, rested around them, protected by the merchant's retinue of loincloth-clad black African guards.

Only a few nosy villagers had yet gathered to inspect the scene because most of the settlement's inhabitants currently preferred to watch what was being perpetrated nearby on James. However, this situation would eventually change, with John becoming the main focus of interest.

Whilst sitting naked in this humiliating setting, John was naturally rather shocked when one of the Arab trader's guards, acting on the orders of his employer, approached the young white, knelt next to him and then inflicted on this boy's nipples what had already been perpetrated on his twin. This second set of small peg-like clamps also immediately induced the same sort of acute agony that James had experienced.

John was already quietly sobbing because of his distressing circumstances, especially his separation from James. However, this latest painful calamity to befall him produced increased tears and agonised moaning until the excruciation engendered by the clamps finally began to dull, with the boy's grief intensified because, unlike his twin brother, he had been given no explanation as to why he was being punished.

Despite the gradual dulling of the pain on John's chest, his deep distress was eventually suddenly re-intensified when he heard a loud scream emanating from nearby. Despite the almost feral nature of the agonised shriek, the horrified boy immediately recognised the source.

James had screamed.

Chapter Nineteen - Branding

(Northern Mozambique, summer 1850)

James had watched in horror as the chieftain's senior grandson approached him, whilst the black man held one of the red-hot branding irons. The boy had then not been able to control his bladder, which caused his still incongruously hard cock to erupt with a voluminous flow of golden urine.

Given that James' cock was now almost vertically erect, the initial strong flow of urine shot upwards before finally descending to the ground in a wide arc, which eventually became less pronounced and then ultimately non-existent after the boy's bladder had finally emptied. Meanwhile, the young white's fearful reaction to the black man's approach naturally temporarily terminated the latter's advance. However, whilst carefully avoiding treading his sandals in the freshly created little puddle on the ground, the now happily smirking chieftain's senior grandson was soon able to resume his progression to present the little glowing silhouette of the leaping cheetah to his intended branding victim's petrified blue eyes.

As the red-hot end of the branding iron was now only inches away, James could feel the heat bathing his once more tearful face. "Please don't do this," the young white could not help but then beg, despite the proscription against speaking without permission and the black man's undoubted inability to interpret the words of his entreaty. The boy added a continuous desperate energetic negative shaking of his head in order to try also to convey a silent plea of 'No', whilst suddenly politely remembering to affix the title of "Master" to his earlier verbal petition.

Gambo then appeared at the black man's side and again admonished James for speaking without permission. "However," the black boy added in his broken English, "mighty chieftain content you just suffer this as punishment because of greater pain to come!"

What the word 'this' in Gambo's admonishment represented rapidly became evident to James when the young black next removed the clamps from the white boy's nipples. The consequent sudden rush of blood back into the previously squashed tits immediately caused as much agony as when the cruel implement had first been applied, although fortunately this experience was only momentary. Nevertheless, the 11 year-old's sweet rosy lips emitted a loud pained but shortened gasp.

The gasp was speedily quietened when James next noticed that the black man had begun to aim his branding iron at the centre of the young white's chest, midway between his hurting nipples. However, the boy's sudden quiescence was soon shattered when the glowing end was then pressed against the target creamy-pink flesh.

James' sweet rosy lips now emitted a much more vociferous and prolonged scream, whilst his sensuous blue eyes widened in horror and excruciation and his nostrils detected the odour of his own burning flesh. Fortunately, the boy's senses then overloaded and he fainted.

Chapter Twenty - Runaway

(New York, winter 1850)

Simultaneously, albeit in a different time zone and hemisphere, and therefore season, an 11 year-old boy named Jack was walking along the crowded wharves of New York's harbour. The child wore scruffy tattered clothes with no socks and dirty shoes with so many holes that it was a miracle that they had not yet disintegrated to leave him barefoot.

Given the freezing winter weather, this footwear miracle was most fortunate. Jack's feet were already very cold, a situation exacerbated by the holes in his shoes, but without the remaining leather covering he would otherwise undoubtedly have contracted frostbite.

Jack's face and hands were also very cold and filthy, which was not surprising because he had been living rough on the streets for several days, ever since he had run away from his abusive alcoholic father. The widower had turned to drink after his wife had died unsuccessfully trying to present him with his second child and his fortunes had consequently subsequently deteriorated precipitously.

From being a relatively prosperous New York shop-owner, who lived comfortably above his business with a happy wife and son, excess drink had led him and his child to virtual destitution. Jack had also regularly become the focus of the man's rage at his change in fortunes until the boy, who had been withdrawn from school to beg on the streets instead, could take no more and ran away.

Jack had once loved a caring father but he could do nothing but despise the drunken abusive man his parent had now become. The boy also realised that he could do nothing to help him, as the adult was genuinely beyond redemption. He lived only for his next drink, paid for by his son's begging, for which the 11 year-old would be badly beaten if he did not produce enough for the required bottle of cheap whiskey.

Jack had eventually concluded that enough was enough and that he should fend for himself. He had often dreamt of becoming a ship's captain so that he could adventurously see the world. He had therefore decided that he should attempt to secure a position on the bottom rung of an occupational ladder that might ultimately lead to such a post.

Jack was consequently scouring the Port of New York for a ship with a vacancy for a cabinboy.

(To be continued)

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