Worldwide Boy Gladiators Part 4
By istari

copyright 2007 by istari, all rights reserved

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This story contains scenes depicting sexual acts and various other extreme humiliations involving minor males. This story is intended for adult audiences only, and is a work of complete and total fiction. If you should not be reading things like this, then don't.   Do not repost without permission of the author.

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Chapter 9.

"Alright boys," the doctor said sharply. "I had your chains removed so you would be a little more comfortable. I don't think it is necessary to keep you boys chained like that all the time, but I don't make the rules on
the island... just here in the infirmary. But don't get the wrong idea. My girls and I will make you wear the chains again if you give us any trouble. That means you do exactly as you are told, when you are told to do it. No whining. And no talking unless one of us asks you a question."

The boys nodded quickly and obediently.

"Follow Anna and Terri over to the shower."

"Come on, little cuties," Anna with her golden-blond hair said. Terri seemed to be the oldest of the three medical assistants, her hair long and black.

The young women made the boys stand on the shower tiles and proceeded to inspect their nude bodies very closely. Allison Trench stood near-by watching her two aides.

"Raise your arms over your heads, boys," the doctor told them.

The boys obeyed revealing their smooth hairless armpits.

"Keep them up there. Anna, Terri, check them from head to toe for any hair."

Terri inspected twelve-year-old Alexei, while Anna thoroughly examined Chris from the blond hair on his head all way down to the tips of his perfect boy-feet.

Anna looked very close and noted the thin soft young boy hairs on Chris' arms and legs. "He's basically hairless, ma'am," she reported, "except for his pubic hair. He has some little hairs on his legs and arms, but he's probably had that since he was a baby."

Allison Trench nodded. "Doesn't matter, dear. It has to go. Have him bend over and present his rear end to you. He's thirteen, so check him closely."

Chris was ready to die of embarrassment. Anna made him bend over and grab his ankles. With his head down between his legs, he could see the blond-haired woman staring at his butt. Behind her, Doctor Trench was looking on with an amused smile on her face.

"I can't really see much, ma'am," Anna said. "What should I look for."

"Check his perineum... the skin between his anus and his scrotum. Is it hairless?"

"Yes, it is."

"Spread you cheeks, boy, and let Anna look at your little pucker."

Chris let out a miserable sob, but did as he was told, gripping his hands on his butt and spreading his cheeks.

"Does he have any hair back there, Anna?"

"None at all, doctor."

"Good."

Terri, older and more experienced than Anna had finished inspecting Alexei without the need for the doctor's direction. Alexei was found to be even more hairless than Chris, if that was possible.

"So it's pubic hair and a little bit of baby-boy fuzz," the doctor said with a smile. "Karin, is the depilatory cream ready?"

"Yes, doctor," Karin said, rather disappointed that she had missed out on the fun of inspecting the cute muscular bodies of these young boys.

All four of the women snapped latex gloves on their hands, and passed a squeeze bottle back and forth, depositing a large amount of thick green gel in their palms. To Chris it looked a lot like toothpaste, but it had a strong unpleasant smell.

Anna and the doctor began rubbing the green goo all over Chris' young body, concentrating on his pubic area, rubbing it all over, and under his ball-sack.

"Make sure you get the backs of his legs," the doctor instructed Karin and Terri who were working on Alexei.

"He doesn't have any hair there," Terri commented.

"Not now, but he would in a few more years. We might as well stop that from happening right now. You see, boys," she said, turning her attention to the naked young males presently covered in green slime from their necks to their ankles, "this stuff removes all the hair from your bodies and kills the follicles, even the ones that haven't starting sprouting hairs yet. Once we spray you down, the only hair you'll have will be whatever's on your head."

"It'll ... it'll grow back, won't it, ma'am?" Chris asked softly. He could feel his skin tingling, especially down between his legs.

Allison Trench swatted the thirteen-year-old's behind. "No talking. And to answer your question, no, it will not grow back, at least not for four or five years. You might sprout a stray hair here and there, but you will basically be permanently hairless."

Chris' mouth dropped open in shock. The doctor smacked his bare behind again.

"Close your mouth, boy, you look like an idiot. Your indenture allows us to make a few modifications to your body. This is the first one. I can promise you it won't be the last."

Chris remembered Jason telling him about the pills he'd have to take, the ones that would make his dick grow longer.

'Oh god,' he thought to himself. 'I'm gonna be a big-dicked hairless freak!'

"Now you boys just stand there and stew for a few minutes, then we'll wash you down."

And stand there they did, naked and covered in smelly green gel while the women talked and joked and basically ignored them.

"You know it's really strange," Karin said, "over one hundred people on this island just to take care of ten boys. I mean what's all the fuss, they're only slaves, right?"

"Legally yes," Allison Trench answered, "but from a practical stand-point it's a lot more complicated. In return for signing the indenture, each boy got five million dollars, and another half a million went directly to the boy's families. So they are really a rather large investment for the network. If any of them are permanently disabled or get sick and can't compete, XB1 loses a lot of money."

"Five million!" Anna said, staring over at the two naked boys. "Those little shits get five each?"

"William Durand wanted the best athletes, good boys from good homes. Boys who are bright and handsome and weren't already slaves."

"From what I've seen he got them," Karin said. "They're all cuties, just like these two."

"And that doesn't come cheaply these days," Doctor Trench reminded them. "Besides, if you had even the faintest idea of all the terrible things these boys are going to be put through before their indentures expire, you'd probably say five million isn't nearly enough. I'm sure most of them are having second thoughts already. What about it, boys?" she asked, turning her attention to the young pair still covered in green goo. "Still happy you signed on?"

"I think I should have asked more questions first, ma'am," Chris said honestly. "I don't like being a slave."

"That is the whole point, young man," the doctor said. "But you signed away your freedom fair and square, and now you're stuck with it." She looked down briefly at her watch. "Times up. Let's get that stuff off you."

Chris and Alexei stood under the shower. The water was warmer than back at the barracks, but just barely.

"Just wipe the gel off with your hands, boys," Anna told them.

In less than a minute it was all gone and so was every single hair on the boys' bodies. The thought that it was more-or-less permanent was still giving Chris trouble. He felt so humiliated as he watched the last of his blond pubic hair swirl down the drain. The thirteen-year-old was completely smooth down there now, just like his little brother.

After another quick inspection, the boys were given towels and told to dry off. "Come over to the examination chairs when you're done," Anna said.

With his hair still dripping, Chris walked over to the strange looking chairs with the leather padding. The doctor gave him a smile. "Hop up there, boy."

"Yes, ma'am."

Chris climbed up into the chair. There was a padded rest for his head. He noticed that his butt sort of hung over the end. His legs didn't reach the floor.

"Put your feet in the stirrups," Trench ordered, raising the two metal contraptions into the horizontal position.

Looking down the length of his body, Chris could see what he was supposed to do and placed his feet in the metal braces. The doctor and Karin quickly clasped his shackles to the stirrups, locking his ankles in position. Leather restraints were then tightened over the boy's thighs.

"Rest your arms at your sides."

The shackles around his wrists were locked down to the chair, and another leather restraint was drawn across his chest and buckled just tightly enough to keep him still.

"Alright, we're going to lay you back now," the doctor said.

A few seconds later, Chris was completely horizontal, his legs stretched out in the stirrups. They moved the chair back a little further until the boy's head was slightly lower than his hips. He got a quick rush of blood to the head but adjusted quickly. Karin then repositioned the stirrups, bending the boy's legs up toward his chest and spreading them wide apart. Chris blushed and squirmed in the chair. In this position he was embarrassingly and helplessly exposed, with all of his most sensitive parts on display. Next to him, twelve-year-old Alexei was strapped down to the other chair in the same manner.

"Alright, girls, lets flush them out before we go any further."

Clear plastic bags on IV stands were rolled into position between the boys' legs. Chris could see both bags were full of fluid and that his was fuller than Alexei's. A long clear tube ending in a thin white nozzle hung down from the bottom of the bags.

Alexei, who recognized what the bags were for, began to wiggle around in his bonds, begging them in Russian not to do it. Chris wasn't really sure what was going to happen, but the length and shape of those white nozzles made it fairly obvious where they would ultimately be going. Soon he too was looking at the young women with pleading frightened eyes.

"Looks like they both know where those tubes are going," Terri observed with a laugh.

"Then let's not disappoint them," the doctor said.

The nozzles were lubricated and forced not too gently into the boy's rectums. The twelve and thirteen-year-old's both shouted and tried to keep the things out of their butts.

"Oh come now," Allison Trench scolded them, "the nozzles aren't that big. Just relax and behave yourselves. You're getting enemas to clean you out. Yours will be a small one," she said to Alexei. "Yours," she turned her face to Chris, "will have to be a lot bigger, since I'm told you aren't going to the bathroom."

"I just couldn't go, ma'am," Chris explained. "I tried to... "

"Well, now we're going to help you." She put her hand over his stomach and pressed gently. "You'll feel a lot better when it's all finished."

Chris somehow doubted that.

Doctor Trench signaled her assistants who opened the clamps on the hoses. A few seconds later both boys gasped and let out a high-pitched groan as the water slowly began to fill them up. Chris squirmed and curled his toes. He balled his hands into tight fists and closed his eyes. He was already feeling the pressure deep inside.

"Aaaggh," he moaned. "Ohhh... gawd... oww... please stop... " he trailed off in a series of soft sad little grunts and groans.

"You've only got about half of it inside you, Zero-Seven," the doctor said.

"It's killing me!"

"No it isn't. Don't be such a little baby. You can take all of it."

Chris moaned again and raised his head. Between his legs he could see the liquid in the bag slowly draining through the hose and entering his butt. He could feel it going up inside him. The thirteen-year-old's stomach was now starting to swell up and he felt all squishy inside. Then the first cramp hit and he screamed out loud, a high piercing shriek.

"Take it easy, cutie," Anna said, standing next to him and wiping the sweat from his forehead with a soft rag. "Just breathe through it. That's right."

The cramps continued for a few minutes, causing Chris to sob fitfully. He didn't even realize that the enema bag was almost empty.

"Good boy," Trench praised him moments later.

Chris finally noticed the bag was empty, all the liquid was sloshing around inside him now. He looked at the two women with pleading eyes.

"I gotta go to the bathroom," he begged softly.

"Not yet," Anna replied, gently massaging the boy's distended belly.

"Awww, that hurts, miss."

It did hurt. Chris felt like his stomach was a balloon about to burst.

"You just hold everything in until we tell you," the doctor ordered. "And don't you dare shit all over my floor, young man."

Next to him, Alexei was being released from his chair. Karin and Terri helped the boy shuffle over to the toilet, the nozzle and the plastic hose still sticking out of his butt. He got down on all fours and clenched his eyes closed and concentrated hard on keeping all the water inside him while Karin pulled out the nozzle. He scrambled onto the toilet the second the nozzle was out and emptied his guts with a loud cry of relief. The twelve-year-old sat there for ten minutes expelling all the liquid and everything else inside him. Chris could hear his new friend moaning and whining. He couldn't wait until it was his turn, the urge was becoming unbearable.

"Aaagh... get off the fuckin' toilet, Alexei," Chris pleaded, still bound to the chair. "I really gotta go bad!"

"What do you think I am doing, Chris?" the young Russian boy asked, still doubled over the toilet, holding his cramping guts.

"You keep holding it," the doctor warned Chris sternly.

It was another five minutes before Alexei felt like he was really empty. Blushing and embarrassed he flushed the toilet and stood up. Everyone in the room could see that his young cock was swelling up inside its metal cage. The young women all laughed softly.

"You must be enjoying yourself," Anna observed, gently teasing the humiliated boy.

Alexei was most definitely not enjoying himself.

"Anna, don't be so cruel," Doctor Trench said. "It is quite normal for a boy to have an erection during an enema. In fact I think you'll find Zero-Seven here is having the same little problem."

It was true. Chris could feel his dick trying to get hard. It was straining against the bars of the chastity cage. He'd been so distracted by all the liquid sloshing around inside him that he only began to notice it when the spikes started digging in to his dick.

'Why the hell does it keep doing that?' Chris thought to himself before the latest cramp caused him to groan out loud. "Please, ma'am," he pleaded again, "I need to go so bad... "

They made Chris wait a few more minutes before they unbuckled the straps. The boy scurried over to the toilet as fast as his swollen cramping guts would allow. Terri was there waiting for him. He got down on his hands and knees tried to keep still while she pulled out the nozzle. He scrambled to the toilet the second it was removed.

"Aaaahh, shit!" Chris shouted as he lost control of his bowels.

"That's the idea, boy," the doctor laughed. "Just sit there for a while. Rub your tummy. That'll help you get everything out."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Anna, Terri, go ahead and get Zero-Four on the examination table. Take his temperature and his pulse, and draw a blood sample. Remove his chastity device, but don't let him play with himself. And don't you play with him either. I don't want him having an orgasm."

Anna and Terri escorted the naked four-foot-nine-inch tall twelve-year-old to one of the exam tables and had him sit on the edge. It was Anna who opened the padlock and freed the boy's penis from its tight constricting cage. The metal ring remained snuggly in place around the base of his hairless genitals. Alexei sighed with relief once the cage was gone, and of course he got hard almost immediately, much to his extreme embarrassment. His five-inch erection was pointing up toward his navel.

"None of that, Zero-Four," Anna scolded him gently. "We need to take your ring off too. Get it soft."

"Yes, miss," Alexei said, willing his cock to deflate and behave itself. It was embarrassing enough being naked in front of all these women, but having an erection in front of them was just terrible. While the boy was still half-hard, Anna removed the cock-and-ball ring. The twelve-year-old's penis softened quickly once the ring was gone, returning to its modest three and 1/2 inches. Alexei swung his legs back and forth nervously while the two young nurses proceeded to record his vital signs and jabbed a needle into his right arm.

While Alexei was having his blood drawn, Chris was finishing on the toilet. Never in his life had the thirteen-year-old taken such an extraordinary dump. He just sat there bewildered and doubled over. He felt weak when he finally stood up. His legs had gone all rubbery.

"I'm... I'm done, ma'am," Chris announced softly, still rubbing his stomach with his left hand. His insides felt strange. Not bad, just strange, strange and empty.

"Well wipe yourself. For heaven's sake, Zero-Seven," Doctor Trench said, shaking her head. "We're not your nursemaids. You clean your own little butt."

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am," the boy answered, quickly sitting back down. 'How could I forget to wipe?' he thought to himself. 'Am I like three or something?'

When Chris was done, the doctor made him bend over and spread his legs wide apart while she inspected him for cleanliness.

"Good," she said, satisfied with the young teen's efforts. "Clean boys are healthy boys." She swatted him hard on the behind. "Now get over to the exam table and hop up. We've got to take your vitals and get some blood out of your arm. You're not squeamish, are you?"

"No, ma'am."

Chris certainly didn't like them, but it was the younger Andrews brother who was terrified of needles. He shuffled over to the second metal table and climbed up and swung his legs over the edge. Next to him, Alexei was anxiously waiting and wondering what was going to happen next. Every time the boy's dick started to show even the slightest signs of an erection, Anna or Terri would roughly skin his foreskin back and flick the moist pink head with their fingers. It stung and made him shout in protest, but it did keep his twelve-year-old dick nice and soft.

"You keep yours down, Zero-Seven, or you'll get the same treatment," the doctor ordered as she unlocked the thirteen- year-old's chastity device. Of course it was impossible for the teenaged boy not to get hard once his dick was freed. Chris turned red as his young cock sprang to its full hard six-inches.

"I warned you. Karin, give him a lesson, please."

Karin forced his foreskin back and flicked the end of his dick with her index finger.

"Ouch!"

"I have to keep doing this until you get it soft, boy," she told him. There really wasn't much sympathy in her voice. Her eyes danced playfully as she flicked his dick again.

Chris ended up so busy trying to keep his dick soft that he didn't even notice when the needle entered his arm to take his blood.

"Alright, both of you up on the tables. On your hands and knees."

Still feeling light-headed, Chris and Alexei pulled their legs up onto the examination tables and got into position.

"Spread your legs wider," Doctor Trench ordered.

The boys obeyed, both very much aware that their rear-ends were now totally exposed. Their balls were also on display, dangling low in their hairless sacks, Christopher's noticeably larger than Alexei's. The tip of the older boy's cock was just visible hanging below his scrotum.

"Alright," Doctor Trench said to her assistants. "Let's hook these boys up to the milking machine. We've got eight more of them after we've milked these two."

Chris and Alexei looked at each other in confusion. Neither of them knew what a milking machine was, or exactly how it would be used on them.

"Now you boys keep still," the doctor told them. "You'll probably find this very pleasant... at first."

The machine in question was rolled on a cart and set between the two exam tables. Chris craned his head back and stared at it. It wasn't very big. It looked a lot like a vacuum cleaner to the thirteen-year-old's innocent eyes. There were two clear plastic hoses, one attached to each side. Each hose was connected to a narrow metal tube about six inches long. The ends of the tubes were open, but the tubes were completely solid, made of shining stainless steel. Each tube had leather straps hanging from the end. Chris didn't have to think very hard to figure out which part of his body the tube was meant to attach to.

Connected to the bottom part of the machine there were two large egg-shaped objects, made of the same shining steel as the tubes and attached to the machine with thick insulted cords.

At the front of the machine, Chris could see all sorts of switches and knobs, and a metal plate with the words 'Hartford Pediatrics Model 4870c Sperm Extraction Unit' in small black letters. Below this in much larger lettering was the machine's more popular name: The Boy Milker 5000.

Chris decided he did not like the looks of this machine at all.

Chapter 10.

Chris and Alexei were on their hands and knees, watching with nervous eyes as the doctor and her young female assistants prepared the machine.

"Gloves, ladies," Doctor Trench said, and the three twenty- somethings quickly followed the doctor's lead and snapped latex examination gloves on their hands.

Trench stood in front of the machine and made several connections. "Now listen closely, boys... look at me... "

The two naked boys raised their heads and craned their necks back to look at her.

"You're going to be milked. Do you understand what that means?"

"No, ma'am," Chris answered for himself and his twelve-year- old partner. The fear and innocent confusion in his young voice was obvious and drew a smile from the doctor.

"I'll explain it to you then. When a boy is milked, it simply means all the sperm is drained out of his testicles. It's done by stimulating the boy's penis and his prostate until his sperm starts to come out of him. I could do it by hand," she reached between Christopher's legs and gave the thirteen-year-old's semi-erect cock several long firm strokes, causing the boy to moan in pleasure, "but that takes far too long." She stopped just as the boy's penis reached its full six-inch erection, sticking straight down between the naked thirteen-year-old's legs. "The machine is much more efficient, and it can extract all of a boy's sperm without allowing him to have an orgasm."

"Excuse me, doctor," Anna interrupted. "I'm not entirely clear on why the boys have to wear the chastity devices... or why they aren't ever allowed to have a climax."

Allison Trench smiled indulgently. "Well, dear, for the most part it is simply because they are slaves. Boy slaves require constant discipline, and you know how most boys can't control their own penises. They really are nasty little animals."

Anna nodded. "My youngest brother is about zero-seven's age. He's always playing with himself."

"I would speak with your parents about that, Anna, if I were you. It's a filthy habit for a boy to develop... they need to put your brother into a chastity belt immediately... but I'm getting away from your question. Discipline is a very important part of these boys' lives now. They are not allowed to touch themselves and they are certainly not allowed to waste any of their energy giving themselves sexual pleasure. By keeping the boys in permanent chastity, we keep them in a permanent state of sexual frustration. Even the younger boys will feel it to some degree. Boys like Zero-Seven here," the doctor jiggled Christopher's low- hanging balls and set them swinging between his thighs, "will be in constant need of sexual release. His testosterone levels will rise, resulting it better athletic performance. All of that pent-up energy has to go somewhere. He will release most of it during the competitions."

"So why milk them at all?" Karin asked.

"Several reasons, my dear," the doctor answered with seemingly endless patience. "It will prevent the boys from experiencing nocturnal emissions. Remember, they are not allowed to have orgasms, not even in their sleep. Secondly, milking them on a regular basis will further reinforce in the boys' minds the basic fact that they are the property of the company. We have complete and total control over their bodies. Lastly, and I think most importantly, it is a matter of keeping the boys healthy. A young boy's testicles can be permanently damaged if too much sperm is allowed to build up. One or more of these boys will probably end up being subjected to chemical castration and genital reduction before his indenture expires, but until that decision is made, it is our job to ensure that our little gladiators remain sexually healthy. Milking a boy does not release as much sexual tension as you might think."

"How does the machine work?"

"I'm sure our two little slaves are wondering the same thing. The best way to teach you is to have you start. Anna, Karin, you will be responsible for Zero-Four. Terri, you will assist me with the older boy. Everything is connected and the machine is already on stand-by. We simply need to place the sheaths around their penises and insert the prostatic plugs... "

"These egg-shaped things?" Anna asked, picking up one of the solid metal objects. Chris and Alexei stared at them in dread.

"Yes, dear. We'll start by inserting them into the boys' rectums. Why don't you apply some lubricant to Zero-Four's behind. Terri, if you would do the same for Zero-Seven."

"Yes, doctor," the two woman answered in unison.

"Ma'am, are you really going to put those things in our butts?" Chris asked, squirming anxiously on his hands and knees.

"That's right, boy. If you're worried that they're too big, I can assure you that once the contests begin, you'll have even larger objects inside your cute little butt. Now I want you to be quiet and let Terri lubricate you properly. If you keep acting up, we'll just shove it inside you without any lube at all. I can promise you won't like that."

"I'll be good, ma'am," Chris said.

"Me too!" Alexei piped up. Anna already had her finger buried in the twelve-year-old's hole, and his cock was twitching and throbbing and fully erect.

"They both have erections, doctor," Karin noted.

"So they do. It doesn't matter. Once the sheaths are attached, they'll soften somewhat, although not completely. Insert the plugs."

The next two minutes were unbearable torture for the two young boys as the metal objects were worked deeply into their rectums until their tight young holes closed around them, leaving only the electrical cords running out of their butts and into the machine.

"The plugs use a low level current to massage each boy's prostate."

"And the metal sheaths, doctor?" Anna asked.

"They also provide a mild electrical stimulus to the boy's penis. Enough to keep the boy in an extreme state of arousal, but not sufficient to permit him to have an orgasm. After a few minutes, the combination of the two will result in a constant flow of pre-seminal and seminal fluid. A few minutes after that, the boy will start to release his sperm. It may take up to one hour before he is milked completely dry. They will both find it quite pleasant at first, but the process quickly becomes quite agonizing."

Chris and Alexei were both wiggling their hips and whining softly as they tried to get used to the metal plugs in their butts. The pressure on their young prostates was causing them both almost overwhelming feelings of arousal. Chris, with his head down, could see that his penis was incredibly hard, pointing straight down at the surface of the metal table. There was already a line of clear fluid dribbling from the tip. He watched in fascination as it slowly stretched all the way down to the table. He was experiencing uncontrollable spasms in his anus, each one resulting in another drop of pre-cum oozing out of his thirteen-year-old dick. Next to him, twelve-year-old Alexei was experiencing the same sensations.

"They're both leaking, doctor," Terri noted, somewhat surprised that boys so young could produce so much fluid so quickly.

Doctor Trench laughed. "Then we'd better put the sheaths on their penises before they leak all over the table."

"I think this one might be too big for Zero-Four, doctor," Anna said, holding the stainless steel tube.

"There are smaller ones in the cart, Anna. Simply detach the hose and select a smaller one for him. The tube should be about an inch shorter than the boy's erection. The sheaths are meant to be tight and very constricting. You will need to apply some lubricant to their penises before you slide them into the tubes."

Chris gasped in pleasure when Terri rubbed the cool lubricant over his painfully hard dick. He needed to cum so badly. The young teen thrust his hips desperately, trying to bring himself off in Terri's hand.

"You naughty little boy," she scolded him, smacking his behind several times. "Don't you dare. Now behave yourself and keep still."

"Do you need help getting the sheath on him, dear?" the doctor asked.

"No, doctor."

Terri slid the thirteen-year-old's erect penis into the metal sheath. The thick leather straps at the end of the stainless steel tube were wrapped around the base of the boy's genitals and buckled together, keeping the sheath firmly in place. Chris discovered that his hard dick just barely fit inside the tube, but there was no room for it to grow any larger. Every time the plug in his butt rubbed against that magic spot inside him, his penis tried to swell up even more, straining painfully against the metal that encased it. It was actually worse than the chastity cage.

"He's ready, doctor," Terri announced, smacking Chris' butt one more time.

By now Anna and Karin had Alexei's noticeably smaller penis sheathed as well.

Doctor Trench stood at the machine and pressed several buttons. Almost instantly, Chris felt all the muscles in his abdomen clench tightly. His penis throbbed madly inside the sheath. The egg-shaped plug in his butt was delivering a constant electrical stimulus to the thirteen-year-old's prostate. A few moments later a milder electrical current began to flow through the metal sheath around the boy's penis.

"Oh, god... ohhhhh... wow!"

It felt good. Actually it felt great. It felt like he was going to cum any second. Chris closed his eyes tightly and clenched his fists. He was so close. So close.

"Oooooohhhh," he moaned.

"Aaahh," Alexei sighed next to him.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum, miss," Chris said to Terri. She was standing beside him, gently cupping the thirteen-year-old boy's impressively large testicles with her left hand. The young woman just smiled.

Young Christopher Andrews was in for an unpleasant surprise. The feeling inside him got even more intense, but he did not cum. He wanted to. He needed to. He should have. But he couldn't. The electrical current in the sheath stopped. The rapid pulsing vibrations of the plug in his butt did not. He could feel his penis soften, just a bit, inside the metal tube, but his need to shoot his load did not go away. If anything it got even stronger.

"Oh, man... what... what's happening?" he asked in a panic. "I can't cum... why can't I... what's it doing to me... oh, god, please let me cum!"

Both boys were whimpering and moaning.

A soft noise suddenly filled the room. The vacuum pumps in the machine had started, forcing the boys' pre-cum through the clear plastic hoses. Chris could actually feel the machine pulling his clear fluid out of his dick.

"It will take a few minutes before we begin to see signs of sperm in the hoses," the doctor explained.

Once again the electrical current started running through the sheaths around the boys' penises. Once again, Chris and Alexei began to gasp and whine as they were cruelly brought to the edge of orgasm and then denied. All the while the pumps in the machine were quietly and relentlessly sucking the fluid that was streaming continually out of the boys' dicks.

After five more minutes of this methodical stimulation, Chris felt a strange and not entirely pleasant burning in his testicles. He felt his balls draw up toward his body.

"Oh. Oh, shit. What's happening... aaawww... aghhhh... "

"What is happening to him, doctor?" Anna asked as young Chris began to sob and groan.

"Zero-Seven is experiencing a prostatic orgasm. It can be quite traumatic for a boy, especially the first time it happens. He'll have several more before the machine is finished with him."

Christopher's abdominal muscles clenched again, and inside the plastic hose the flow of liquid quickly turned a milky white. All the while the metal plug in the thirteen-year- old's butt continued to stimulate the young teen's already over-sensitized prostate. Chris lowered his head and looked between his legs. He could see the metal sheath that covered his dick, and the long plastic hose that ran from the end of it, attaching him to the milking machine. He could see his milky boy-juice working its way through the hose. He was cumming, but he wasn't. It was horrible and confusing. Chris didn't know it could happen this way. It didn't exactly hurt. But it didn't feel good. If this was the only way he was going to cum for the next three years he was sure he would go crazy.

He still needed to cum. Desperately.

And the machine still kept working, sending electrical shocks into his prostate and penis, relentlessly sucking his cum out of his young body.

"How long do we keep them on the machine, doctor?" Karin asked, watching Alexei's thin immature white seed flow through the hose.

"Until they're dry, dear," the Doctor Trench answered. "Based on their level of sexual development, I'd say they will both need at least thirty minutes. Zero-Seven may require a full hour."

Chris decided he most definitely did not like the machine. Another prostatic orgasm shook his body as yet another stream of his boyish seed oozed out of his dick. He'd never felt so helpless or so ashamed, naked on his hands and knees, his ripe thirteen-year-old balls dangling between his legs for everyone to see, his penis strapped into the milking sheath. He tried his best to be brave, but all these strange and unpleasant feelings were too much for a young boy to deal with. As the machine forced a third miserable cum out of him, he began to cry, softly and weakly. Alexei had already broken down in hysterical tears a few minutes earlier. A chorus of their high sobbing voices filled the examination room.

Doctor Trench smiled and increased the level of stimulation to the boys' prostates. They wailed and whined and their torturous misery continued.

Author's note:

I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. More misadventures await our young heroes on Gladiator Island. And yes, there will be some actual athletic competition, eventually. Stay tuned!

Gladiators owes a big conceptual debt to a number of great stories (all of which are on this site). Pain Factor by Platypus, Last Boy Standing by Nialos Leaning, The Games by Big Paul, The Right Teacher by Conor, and Strings and Sacks, Inc. by Sir Cum Sizemore have all helped to plant the seed for this crazy little tale of mine. Thanks guys for the continued inspiration and the great story-telling.