Worldwide Boy Gladiators Part 8

Worldwide Boy Gladiators Part 8
By istari

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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.

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Chapter 17:

Chris was sleeping soundly, curled into a little ball, his knees drawn up to his chest. He didn't hear the steel door of his cell being opened, or the guard's boots on the concrete floor. An impatient gloved hand shook him roughly, locking his shoulder in an iron grip.

"Come on, boy, get up," the guard said. "Time for your enema."

The groggy thirteen-year-old sat up and blinked the sleep out of his eyes. Light was coming in from the common room, but it was still totally dark outside. "What time is it?" he asked.

The guard slapped him lightly across the cheek. "That's none of your business, boy. It's my job to worry what time it is. It's your job to keep your mouth shut and do what you're told. On your feet. If you keep the nurse waiting, your trainer will hear about it."

Chris quickly got off his bed and rolled up his mattress as neatly as he could. He'd almost forgotten about Jason's orders that he be given an enema each morning, punishment for not being able to go to the bathroom when he was told. Naked, with the chastity cage locked securely around his genitals, Chris followed the guard out of his cell. He stood at attention while he was again placed in his iron collar and shackles. His ankles and wrists were chained. Being locked into his slave gear was slowly becoming a normal routine for the boy, he was more worried about his upcoming enema than the heavy irons and chains, which now adorned his small, lean, hairless thirteen-year-old body.

Karin was waiting for him in the bathroom. "Good morning, Zero-Seven."

"Hi, miss," he said shyly. It was still difficult being naked in front of females. Being a gay boy, Chris naturally didn't feel any particular attraction toward the young nurse's aide, but it was morning and he'd just woken up. That, and the strangely arousing sense of shame and humiliation he was feeling as he stood nude in front of her, all resulted in a thirteen-year-old dick trying desperately to get hard inside its constraining metal cage.

"I'm flattered," Karin said with a gentle laugh, gesturing to the excited state of the boy's penis. "I didn't think you liked girls."

"I don't really, miss. It's just . . . it's morning, you know . . . it always gets like that . . . "

The young boy's stumbling embarrassed attempt at an explanation made Karin smile.

"You are just so cute," she said, tussling his blonde hair. "Go over to the showers and get on your hands and knees. Face the wall."

"Yes, miss."

Karin stood behind the boy, enjoying the sight of his smooth naked thirteen-year-old ass. The silvery base of the youngster's metal butt-plug made an attractive adornment. Between his hairless legs, Karin could see the boy's tightly ringed balls and the tip of the chastity cage. Chris craned his neck back to see what was going to happen. Karin reached down and slowly pulled the plug out of his butt.

Chris grunted and yelped in protest. "Yow! That hurts!"

"It's meant to, young man," Karin said without sympathy. "Now keep your little legs spread for me. I can make this a lot harder on you if you give me any trouble."

"I'll be good, miss, I promise."

All the necessary equipment was on a small cart she'd brought with her. The enema solution was already in the translucent bag, which she hung from the showerhead. Still looking back over his shoulder, Chris could see that the enema plug looked different from the one they'd put inside him yesterday. It was a lot bigger for one thing.

"This one is designed to expand once it's in your butt," Karin said.

"Like a balloon, miss?" the thirteen-year-old asked, starting to have serious doubts about this morning ritual.

"Exactly. I'm going to be filling you very full this time, and we don't want little boys having accidents. Once this goes in, it can't come out until I deflate it."

The young woman applied a small amount of lubricant and worked the nozzle into Christopher's rectum. He let out a soft high-pitched moan and felt his cock twitch inside his chastity device. From the boy's perspective it felt just like the butt-plug that he'd been wearing since yesterday morning. That was until it began to inflate inside him.

"Oh shit!" the young teenager gasped as the thing grew larger and larger and more and more uncomfortable.

"Just a little bit more, Zero-Seven. You can take it."

"I can't, miss," Chris sobbed. "It's too big!"

"You're going to have much bigger things than this shoved up your cute little butt before too much longer, so you might as well get used to it now. Turn your face to the wall."

Chris did as he was told and miserably tried to relax. After a brief moment, he began to feel the fluid filling him up, slowly but relentlessly. By the time the bag was empty, the boy's abdomen was swollen and distended.

"Stand up. Put your hands behind your head."

Chris struggled to his feet and stood there with his suddenly round belly sticking out. The change in position caused him to cramp up badly, but he didn't dare move. The plug definitely was not coming out. It was pressing insistently on his youthful prostate even as the liquid sloshed around inside him.

"You're going to keep all that inside you for fifteen minutes," Karin told him.

Tears came to the boy's eyes. He didn't know how he was going to make it that long, but he knew he didn't have a choice. He'd only be able to shit everything out when Karin took the inflatable plug out of his butt. The cramps got worse and worse, and he still had to stand there, naked, collared and chained. He was sniffling and whining quietly when Karin finally told him to get back on his hands and knees.

"Hold it in, boy," she warned him.

Chris was terrified of what would happen to him if he had an accident. He felt the plug slowly deflating and breathed out a soft sigh. Karin pulled it out and with a firm swat on his butt sent him over to the toilet. Chris just barely made it. His loud groan of relief echoed against the sterile white tiles.

Minutes later he was returned to the guard. "See you tomorrow morning, Zero-Seven," Karin told him as she rolled the cart toward the door.

"Yes, miss," Chris replied, glum and red-faced with embarrassment.

When Karin was gone, the guard locked his fingers around the boy's arm. "Since you're up and we've already got you in your chains, you can help with the food cart. March."

The guard led Chris outside and through the secured perimeter fence of the barracks. It was still dark. Chris looked up and saw the moon. He could hear the sounds of the ocean and chirping of the insects. The air was surprisingly cool, but very damp. It was actually enough to make the naked boy shiver.

"It'll heat up soon enough, boy," the guard said as Chris trudged along beside him. "What's your name?"

"Zero-Seven, sir," Chris answered without even thinking about it.

"I know that," the man replied. "What name were you born with?"

"Christopher, sir."

"You've got a nice little body, Christopher."

He felt the man's hand touch his shoulder, just for a moment.

"Uh, thanks, sir. I like to exercise and stuff."

"It shows."

The guard didn't say anything else to him, and Chris was perfectly happy to keep his mouth shut. The food cart was waiting for them outside the service entrance to the cafeteria.

"Get behind it and start pushing, boy," the guard ordered.

Chris was surprised how heavy it was. For a one-hundred-and- eight-pound boy, it was a bit of a challenge getting it moving and keeping it under control. The fact that his wrists and ankles were chained wasn't helping.

"If you topple it, all ten of you are going hungry this morning," the guard warned. The man was rather enjoying the sight of the muscular five and half foot tall thirteen-year- old straining and struggling with the big four-wheeled cart.

Much to his relief, Chris managed to get the cart safely back to the barracks. By then the other boys were awake and out of their cells and headed to the showers. Chris quickly ran over to join them. Once again most of the boys would start the day with demerits for springing erections once the chastity cages and belts were removed. Only Daniel, Illya and Josh, much to his surprise, managed to keep their penises soft.

After breakfast the boys were all put on the marathon course for a morning run. Only fives miles instead of the full length, but more than enough to get their young hearts pounding, their hairless naked bodies sweating and their handsome bare chests panting for breath. They were not told they were actually racing one another, but none of them wanted to be last. This time they were not chained to their partners, so each boy could set his own pace.

Ten-year-old Miles was quite pleased. Distance running and cross-country were his specialties. While the older boys sprinted away and left him behind, he set a good pace for himself. He liked this particular distance and had won a lot medals at it already.

'They all forget about me 'cause I'm the smallest,' he thought to himself. But he knew how to run a race. He was dead last for the first two miles, but one by one the older larger boys all started to slow down, and Miles started to catch them. He passed Ian and Gabriel first, then his partner Philippe. With half a mile to go he could see David and Illya, the two tallest of the ten boys, running practically side by side. He smiled and kicked himself into high gear. He figured he had just enough left to sprint the last quarter and pass the two big boys. He passed right between them and kept on running. Little Miles finished thirty seconds ahead of everyone else. They all had pats on the back for him and good-natured cheers.

After the morning run, the boys were given a drink of water then paired up again. They were taken as a group to the training facility and placed in separate rooms. Chris had already been here his first night on the island. For Alexei it was his first visit. Jason and Natasha spoke privately while the two boys stood at attention in the center of the room.

"I'll call you when I'm finished," Jason said to her. "Then you can have them. I don't need to remind you Chris is gay. I'm sure Alexei is too."

"That does not matter," Natasha said in her thick Russian accent. "They are boys. I will enjoy their suffering. I expect their cocks to be soft anyway." She looked hungrily at the naked twelve and thirteen-year-old and slowly walked out, closing the door behind her. Jason locked it from inside. He was alone with the two cute boys. He could not hide his pleasure.

"Your sexual training begins today, boys," he told them as he sat down at the workstation and brought up their files. He decided he'd work on Chris first. Alexei would learn by watching. He removed the chain from the thirteen-year-old's collar but left it hanging from twelve-year-old Alexei's.

"Don't move," he ordered Chris as he dragged Alexei by the chain over to the holding cage. It was similar to the ones beneath the arena floor, but smaller, designed to fit just a single boy. "Get in," he told the frightened twelve-year- old. "Turn around and face me."

As soon as Alexei complied, Jason closed the door. It locked automatically. Alexei had no room to turn or sit. He would be forced to stand straight and watch, the bars pressing against him front and back. Jason chose a rather nasty penis gag and forced it into the young Russian's mouth, strapping it tightly behind his head.

"Suck on that for a while, boy," he said, running his fingers roughly through the boy's dark hair. "I don't want to hear a sound out of you, got it?"

"Mmmmph, mmph," was Alexei's affirmative response.

Jason turned his attention to Chris. He'd been fantasizing about this moment ever since he'd first laid eyes on the young teenager. He opened the locks that held the boy's shackles in place and replaced the iron restraints with thick black leather cuffs, one pair for the thirteen-year- old's wrists, another for his ankles. They were adorned with silver studs and had numerous steel rings sewn into them. Jason pulled them tight with the buckles and attached padlocks to each one, making sure the boy's new restraints would not come off until he wanted them too. The boy remained in his iron collar.

"Sir, what did you mean by sexual training?" a very nervous Chris Andrews asked his trainer. "I don't think I get it. I mean, what's that got to do with the games and stuff?"

"Some of the games will be sexual in nature," Jason explained, standing in front of him now and staring down into the boy's blue eyes. "Contests to see which boy can keep his cock hard the longest, or keep it from getting hard, or which of you can go the longest time without cumming. Fun stuff like that."

"Oh," the boy replied. 'Fun for who?' he thought to himself.

"Beyond that, the people in the audience have paid a lot of money to watch you boys compete. The wealthiest of them can pay a little more for special passes that entitle them to spend the evening, or several, with any boy they choose. You'll be trained to give them whatever pleasure they desire."

Chris was young, but he was not totally innocent. He had a pretty good idea what sort of 'pleasures' Jason was talking about.

"So they can, like, buy me?"

"More like rent you, but yes."

"To have sex with me, right?"

"Some of them will. Most of them probably. Others will probably just want to keep you in bondage, or give you a hard spanking, or torture you all night."

A shocked and rather frightened look was all Chris could manage.

"It's all in your contract of indenture. You are our property for the next three years, which means we can do anything we want to you, including offering that cute little body of yours to our most distinguished visitors."

Chris bit his lower lip. The young teen wasn't sure what to think. Much to his surprise and dismay, his penis was once again trying to get hard its chastity cage. The boy knew the idea of being tortured or beaten by total strangers should have scared him to death, instead it seemed to be getting him aroused. He felt the spikes dig into the flesh of his nice thirteen-year-old cock, a painful reminder that erections were not allowed, and yet his misbehaving boyhood continued to swell and throb inside the constricting genital cage.

"I see at least part of you seems to like the idea," Jason observed with a smug expression.

"I don't know why it keeps doing that, sir," Chris said.

Jason laid his hand on the boy's face, caressing Chris' soft cheek. His touch was almost gentle. "I know you better than you know yourself right now, Chris," he said. "I'm going to teach you. And you will learn."

"Are you going to hurt me again, like the other night?"

"Probably."

Chris flinched and closed his eyes. Jason put both hands on his face now and forced the thirteen-year-old's eyes open. "Look at me. It kept you hard and leaking last time, didn't it?"

Ashamed that it was true, Chris tried to look away. Jason tightened his hold.

"Look at me, Chris. Answer me when I ask you a question."

"Yes . . . yes, sir."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir, it . . . it kept me hard and leaking. It made me want to cum so bad."

"You're ashamed of that."

"Yes, sir."

"Don't be. I'd have been disappointed if it didn't turn you on. Like I said, I know you Christopher. I know you very well." He pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the boy's chastity cage. Before the thirteen-year-old's penis could become fully erect, he removed the cock and ball ring that anchored the device in place. Christopher's hairless genitals were now completely unadorned. His balls fell low in his sac and his penis slowly became rigid.

"No touching," Jason warned him sternly.

Chris nodded.

Jason slowly disrobed. Chris watched his trainer, rather awestruck, curious and frightened all at once. He'd seen his father naked a few times, but that was back when he was six or seven and he was naked too and sharing the shower with him. This was so totally different. He was a slave now, and this man was his trainer. Chris knew he was about to have sex, real sex, for the first time in his life.

When Jason pulled off his shorts and stood naked before the boy, Chris' blue eyes got big. Jason was huge down there. His soft cock almost as long as Chris' six-inch erection. Jason had a thick bush of dark pubic hair, but he kept the rest of his body smooth. The boy stared at the man for a silent moment, his eyes enviously drinking in Jason's powerful muscles, and always Christopher's stare returned to the man's large penis and heavy low-hung testicles. Suddenly Chris felt very embarrassed and very little and he lowered his eyes to his feet.

"Is mine too small?" Chris asked.

Jason raised the boy's chin and answered with a smile. "It's just right for you."

Chris seemed to like that and he smiled back.

"Get on your knees. Put my cock in your mouth."

"Oh wow," Chris whispered as he lowered himself to his knees.

The only cock that had ever been in Chris' mouth was Joshua's. And as big as his little brother was, it was nothing compared to the frightening monster that was in front of him now. Jason wasn't even fully erect yet, but already his trainer's cock seemed to Chris' eyes to be twice as big as his own. Of course it wasn't, but when you are thirteen years old and facing your first dick, things naturally lose all proportion. Chris was aware that his own penis was rock hard and throbbing, begging for attention. Rather liking that feeling, knowing he was not allowed to touch it, made him very horny and suddenly quite fearless. He opened his mouth and wrapped his soft lips around Jason's swollen, rigid sex.

The warmth and softness that now surrounded Jason's cock nearly made his head spin. He quickly grabbed and handful of the boy's hair and forced yet more of his manhood down Chris' eager young throat. Chris had no experience and no skill, but he made up for it with boyish enthusiasm. Jason felt the boy's tongue moving lightly over his throbbing hardness. Little high-pitched sounds were issuing from the thirteen-year-old's throat. Jason was pleased. The boy was raw and clumsy in his efforts, but he could be trained. He would learn to take all of a man's cock. He would learn to beg for it.

"Slow down, boy," he said, tugging at Chris' hair. He thrust gently, feeding more of his eight-inch erection to the young teen. Chris started to gag and choke. Jason pulled back slightly, but forced the boy to keep going. "Don't fight it. That's better. If I feel your teeth again I'll knock them out."

"Mmmph," Chris moaned pathetically with his mouth stuffed full of turgid dick. But the boy didn't stop. He didn't want to. Between his slim hairless legs, his erect penis was leaking steadily. His young balls ached. He wanted to cum so bad, and sucking Jason's cock only made his boyish need stronger.

"This is what you were meant to be, isn't it, boy?" Jason said, pulling back harshly on Chris' hair, forcing the boy to look up at him even as his cock was plunged into the youngster's mouth. "A naked little cocksucker . . . on your knees, your little dick hard and leaking . . . "

Chris knew it had to be true because everything his trainer was saying was making his dick even harder. He closed his eyes and rolled his tongue over the massive organ in his mouth. Jason raised his foot to the boy's balls and jiggled them rather roughly.

"Mmmph! Mmmmmph!" Chris groaned, afraid Jason was about to kick him.

"I'm not going to hurt your precious little nuts," Jason told him. "Not yet, anyway."

At thirteen, young Chris really didn't have the skill or ability to bring Jason to orgasm on his own. Jason let him go on for a while longer, just to get used to the idea of having a grown man's cock in his mouth, but finally he pushed the boy away. The look on the boy's face was priceless, an adorable mix of confusion, relief and disappointment.

"Stay on your knees, boy, and close your eyes," Jason ordered as he stroked himself to a powerful climax, ejaculating all over young Christopher's face. The thirteen- year-old was covered in his trainer's cum when Jason was finally finished. As a final humiliation he wiped off his cock in the boy's hair. Chris' eyes were red and moist when he finally opened them again.

"Are you going to cry?" Jason asked. His voice was suddenly gentle.

"No, sir," Chris said with cum dripping from his chin.

"Good boy."

Jason didn't bother wiping his spent seed from the boy's face.

"Stand up. Spread your legs."

Chris obeyed. He still had an erection. Jason selected a black leather penis sheath and quickly pulled the boy's balls through the opening in the bottom, then he slowly laced the sheath around the thirteen-year-old's throbbing boyhood, tightening it as he worked. Chris looked down and watched as his penis was encased in the leather sheath. It felt very different from the chastity device. He was able to have an erection, but with the laces pulled taut, it would still be impossible for him to get any pleasure from playing with himself. He could barely feel Jason's hands touching him through the thick leather.

"There," Jason said as he tied off the ends of the laces. "That should keep you under control for a while. Try to jerk off. Do it."

Chris tentatively rubbed his left hand over the sheath. His cock stayed hard, but he felt nothing. He looked up at Jason shyly. Even if he were allowed to keep going, it wouldn't do him any good. The sheath made masturbating impossible.

"It's meant to keep you hard and frustrated," Jason told him. He gave the boy's dangling balls a firm squeeze. Another stream of pre-cum oozed from Chris' dick.

"I think it's working, sir," Chris replied with a little smile.

Jason gripped the slim boy under the arm and marched him over to one of the stocks. Chris bent at the waist and had his neck and wrists locked in place. Jason secured the boy's ankles to iron rings in the wooden base, this forced the boy to keep his legs spread wide apart. From behind, Jason could see the thirteen-year-old's balls hanging in their soft pink sack. He removed the young teen's butt-plug and inserted a vibrating dildo in its place.

Chris gasped as the battery-powered prong began to massage his adolescent prostate. He watched from the stocks as Jason dragged a frightened and reluctant Alexei from his cage and began the twelve-year-old's training by securing him to the bondage frame where Chris had spent a few agonizing hours during his first night on the island. Alexei's chastity cage was removed, resulting in the boy experiencing an immediate and eager five-inch erection. An erection that immediately received harsh punishment from Jason who calmly and methodically applied a leather penis whip to the boy's misbehaving member. The young Russian screamed every time the whip lashed his hard cock, but the boy's erection showed no signs of subsiding. Chris looked on, feeling a confusing mix of sympathy and arousal. He was still hard and leaking, the vibrating dildo buzzing away relentlessly in his cute teenaged butt.

William Durand's study had two large glass doors that opened out onto a fantastic view of the ocean. Doctor Trench sat back leisurely and watched the waves.

"More tea, ma'am," Trevor asked politely. He was wearing a red g-string and his slave collar and nothing else, holding the teapot delicately in his hands.

"No, thank you, Trevor." The doctor gazed at him for a moment, enjoying the sight of the teenaged boy's smooth lean body, and intrigued by the obvious absence of a teenaged bulge beneath the thin fabric of the boy's silken thong. She rather liked the way he looked and mused that more boy slaves should be modified in this sensible and aesthetically pleasing way. Perhaps some of the boy gladiators would be undergoing this procedure before too much longer.

"Good morning, doctor," Durand said as he came in from the open porch, a small glass of wine in his hand. Trevor immediately came around the desk and stood obediently beside his master's chair. Doctor Trench then noticed the boy's crimson butt, clearly well and recently disciplined, and the angry livid stripes that crossed it. Durand ran his fingers playfully through Trevor's hair and swatted the boy's rear end as he sat down. Trevor winced.

"You said you had the results of the boys' blood tests," Durand began, getting down to business.

"Yes, sir," the doctor replied, opening a folder upon Durand's desk and sorting through the paper work. "Graznikov, Cloverdale, Dulac, and the older Andrews boy all carry at least five of the six genetic markers."

"So they are gay."

"Without question, sir," the doctor replied emphatically. "Casparev is developing into a healthy bi-sexual and shows all the key genetic traits."

"That should increase his price substantially."

"That and his exceptionally large penis," the doctor laughed. "Several of the other boys also exhibit certain homosexual or bi-sexual traits, but you must remember at their age boys are easily aroused and quickly excitable. Genetically speaking the others are all straight, with one exception."

Durand raised an eyebrow.

"Daniel O'Hanlon appears to be asexual."

"That is rather unusual, isn't it?" Durand asked, even more intrigued than before and seeing enormous dollar signs flashing before his eyes.

"It's exceedingly rare, sir, although it does happen in males more frequently than females. We've already noticed that the boy seldom has erections. By his own admission he has never masturbated or even shown much interest in doing so. He did produce a modest amount of prostatic fluid during his recent milking, but far less than a boy at his overall stage of sexual development is normally capable of."

"Does this make him any more or less valuable to us?" Durand asked, already thinking about how he could best offer this unusual boy to wealthy visitors to the island.

Doctor Trench understood exactly what he meant. "That depends a great deal upon the specific interests of the client. I believe he would command a higher price from women than from men. And of course he is still capable of arousal, given the proper stimulation. I would strongly recommend we take him off the hormonal regimen the other boys are receiving for accelerated penile growth and instead begin regular dosages of testroxil. There's no reason a boy like this should be running around with a huge penis between his legs. The testroxil will render him totally incapable of erections in a matter of weeks and shrink his genitals substantially."

"I'm familiar with the drug. Trevor began receiving doses of it when he was eleven."

Trench nodded. "We'll be using a newer version that works very quickly. We'll see the desired results within a period of weeks rather than years. And just like with your boy here," she gestured to a blushing Trevor, "the results of the treatment are reversible, so once his indenture expires, his parents can restore him, if they choose."

"Thank you, doctor," Durand said. "Make the switch for the O'Hanlon boy. I'll pass the rest of this information on to our marketing people so that we can begin putting together a catalogue for our most privileged guests."

"Any of these boys would make fine companions for an evening."

"Indeed."

Jason had finished with Alexei some time ago. Natasha was currently teaching the boys a memorable lesson in just how vicious and brutal a woman can be. The two boys were hanging by their wrists from a single heavy chain that hung down from the ceiling. They were face to face, chest to chest, their sweaty naked bodies pressed together. Twelve-year-old Alexei's cock was now encased in a leather sheath the same as thirteen-year-old Christopher's and both had one pound weights dangling from the scrotums, pulling their young balls downward between their legs. The chain was just long enough for Chris' toes to touch the floor. Poor Alexei, several inches shorter, was hanging helplessly.

They were being whipped on their backsides, from their shoulders all the way down to their thighs. Natasha would crack the lash against Chris' back, then walk slowly around, dragging the leather tawse on the ground, and then unleash an equally savage blow on young Alexei's defenseless body. As she moved in a deliberate circle around the two gasping and sobbing boys, she could hear the vibrating dildos currently stuffed into their butts.

Chris and Alexei found some measure of comfort in one another, but their hard dicks were laced up tight in the leather sheaths, and even as they rubbed against each other, neither boy could have an orgasm.

In the end they were released from the chain and marched over to the shower area, the dildos still pulsing away in their rectums, the weights still hanging from their balls. Even in the leather penis sheaths, Natasha could see that both boys were still erect. She hosed them down with a powerful spray of cold water. Too exhausted to take any more punishment, the boys wound up on the tile floor, clutching each other tightly for warmth. Natasha tormented them for a few more minutes, then she turned off the water and left them there, huddled together, wet and naked and miserable. The door to the training room closed and locked, leaving Chris and Alexei alone until Jason came back for them.

Chapter 18:

"Get up, slaves!" Jason shouted as he stood over the two naked, wet, and shivering boys. The sight of their slim hairless bodies, lying there helpless and exhausted was certainly arousing. He gave Chris a quick poke with the electric prod. The boy yelped and struggled to his feet, wincing and moaning as the lead weights swung from his balls. Alexei decided not to wait for the prod and slowly got his legs beneath him.

"Stand at attention!"

The thirteen and twelve-year-old boys immediately assumed the required position, hands behind their heads, backs arched, legs and feet spread wide apart. Both boys still had the leather sheaths around their cocks. Jason could see the tips of the boys' penises poking out of the ends. He wrapped his hands around the two sheaths, feeling each boy's meat encased in black leather. Chris appeared to be half hard, while young Alexei sported a firm rigid twelve-year-old erection.

"Don't move," Jason told Chris, giving the boy a sharp smack on the butt. He marched Alexei back over to the set of chains from which both boys had been hanging earlier. Again young Alexei found his wrists chained and pulled above his head. This time he was allowed to keep his feet on the ground. Jason adjusted the pulley, pulling the boy's arms upward and stretching the twelve-year-old's lean torso until the boy's ribs became clearly visible beneath his skin. He removed the one-pound weights and stretcher from Alexei's balls.

Alexei sighed in relief.

"Do these hurt?" Jason asked, gently squeezing the pre- teen's swollen tortured balls.

"Yes, sir," Alexei answered.

Jason let go of the twelve-year-old's surprisingly big testicles and let them dangle freely between the boy's beautiful legs. He carefully unlaced the cock sheath, taking his time to make sure he didn't send the boy into orgasm. With the sheath removed, Alexei's healthy five-inch erection stood up in all its boyish glory.

"Come over here, Zero-Seven," Jason ordered.

Chris immediately shuffled over, still taking care not to let the weights hanging from his balls swing too much between his legs. Jason positioned Chris in front of the chained twelve-year-old.

"Get on your knees and suck his cock."

The thirteen-year-old dropped to his knees and stared for a moment at Alexei's erect penis. It was certainly a lot smaller than Jason's was, but it was throbbing wildly. Alexei was five inches long, but he was very thick. In fact, Chris realized that Alexei's dick was actually a little bit thicker than his own. For the novice cocksucker-in-training it would prove to be a perfect mouthful. Chris shut his eyes and closed his lips around the young Russian's penis.

Alexei let out a sharp gasp. "Ooooh, yeaahh," he sighed. It was a good thing he was chained by his wrists because his legs instantly went limp. The twelve-year-old had only discovered masturbation six months earlier, and he'd never even imagined what it would feel like to have another boy sucking on his dick. The fact that it was the cute athletic American boy made it that much better. Chris began bobbing his head up and down on Alexei's shaft. Jason looked on, now with a riding crop in his hand, making sure Chris was doing his best.

"Take all of him in your mouth, Zero-Seven," he said, swatting the teenaged boy's behind with the crop.

"mmmmph."

"I want your nose right up against his skin." Jason snapped the crop again.

"mmmmmmph."

Chris obeyed and took more of Alexei's five-inch boner into his mouth, finally feeling the soft silken hairless skin of the twelve-year-old's abdomen pressing against his nose. Somehow being on his knees, sucking a younger boy's dick was really making Chris horny. Even though he'd been milked by the machine the day before, his need to cum had only grown stronger. He was desperate for an orgasm. He reached his left hand down between his legs and tried to stroke his cock through the confining leather sheath. It didn't do him any good, and another stinging blow from the crop was his reward.

"Don't you dare touch yourself, young man," Jason said. "The sheath is there for a reason. To remind you that you can't ever jerk off. Your job is to suck Zero-Four's cock. That's all you should be thinking about right now."

Chris groaned in frustration, but pulled his hand away from his penis. The thirteen-year-old now sported a raging erection. A line of pre-cum was hanging from the tip of his dick, and there was a small puddle of it on the floor between his legs. Chris put his hands around Alexei's waist and ran them slowly down the twelve-year-old's behind.

"Aaaah," Alexei shouted aloud, his eyes open wide. The touch of Chris' hands on his butt was electrifying. "Oh, yeah! Suck me! Suck my big meat, Chris!" Alexei began to buck his hips, slowly at first, but working faster and faster, trying to drive his cock into the older boy's mouth.

"Make him cum, Zero-Seven," Jason ordered.

Chris didn't even hear his trainer. He was too busy and too focused. He wrapped his right hand around Alexei's ball bag and slowly squeezed the twelve-year-old's testicles. Chris had recently discovered how great it felt to play with his balls and give them a good squeeze just before he had an orgasm. He figured Alexei would enjoy it too.

The twelve-year-old's body tensed a few seconds later and he let out a high-pitched shout of ecstasy as his orgasm shook his young body. Chris felt the boy's cock straining and pulsing in his mouth and then the twelve-year-old's hot thin seed began to fill his throat. Alexei had never had such a powerful orgasm in his life. Chris was taken by surprise, unable to swallow all of the pre-teen boy's ejaculate. It dribbled from his lower lip and down his chin. Alexei hung limp by the chains, panting and moaning in post-orgasmic bliss.

Chris stayed on his knees. Jason held the crop beneath the boy's chin and forced the boy to look up at him. "Clean up your mess, boy," he said. Chris went down on all fours and began to lick his own pre-cum and Alexei's milky sperm from the floor. Jason stood back for a moment to enjoy the sight of a naked thirteen-year-old boy on his hands and knees cleaning the floor with his tongue. Jason adjusted his own erection and released Alexei from the chains. He locked the boy's chastity device in place once more and put the young Russian in the cage. He forced a ball-gag into the boy's mouth and pulled the leather straps tightly, then he slammed the door of the cage and locked the twelve-year-old slave inside.

Finished with his humiliating task, Chris had returned to his knees, his hands behind his head, waiting for his trainer's next orders.

"Go over to the bed," Jason told him. "I didn't say you could stand up. Crawl over there on your hands and knees."

Dragging the weights from his balls, Chris crawled to the bed. It was really just a thin bare mattress, with leather straps and metal clasps for securing a boy in a variety of positions. Each of the special training rooms had a bed like this one. The boys would come to know them as 'the fucking beds'. Chris was going to be the first boy to be placed on one.

Jason put Chris on his back and secured the boy's wrists to the frame, hooking the rings on the thirteen-year-old's shackles to the clasp attachments at the corners of the bed. The boy's arms were now splayed out. It was impossible for him to move them. Chris was expecting his ankles to be locked down as well, but this did not happen. Jason removed the ball stretcher and unlaced the leather sheath, finally freeing Christopher's penis, which immediately swelled to its full six-inch length. Jason ignored the boy's erection and grabbed the young teen's ankles, bending the boy's knees up to his chest.

"Don't put your legs down."

Jason tugged on the end of the plug in the boy's butt and pulled it out.

"Aggghh!" Chris shouted. His penis however got even harder, and a large amount of pre-cum dribbled out of it onto the mattress.

Jason meanwhile had removed his clothes, his hard eight-inch cock pointing menacingly toward the naked thirteen-year-old boy. Chris was a virgin, but he wasn't naïve.

"You're . . . going to put that inside me . . . "

"Clever boy. You're going to have a million cocks up that cute little ass of yours by the time your indenture expires, but mine is going to be the only one you remember. Mine is going to be your first."

"Is it . . . is it going to hurt?" Chris asked in a frightened whisper.

"Yes. At first. But once you get used to it, you'll probably start to enjoy it. For your sake you'd better enjoy it. You're going to be very popular with our guests."

Jason knelt on the mattress, pressing his hands against the backs of Chris' drawn-up legs. Chris could feel the man's cock brushing against his hole. He could feel Jason's weight. Chris weighed exactly one-hundred and eight pounds, probably less after these first few days on the island. He had no hope of resisting his trainer.

"It will go easier for you if you relax, Chris," Jason said softly.

Chris nodded and bit his lip. He felt the tip of Jason's cock pressing against his little opening now. "Oh, no . . . no, please, don't do this to me . . . I'm not . . . I'm not ready for this . . ."

Hearing young Chris beg and plead so earnestly only made Jason that much hungrier for the innocent boy's flesh. He bore down, slowly but relentlessly pushing his cock into the young teenager. Chris screamed and thrashed his head on the mattress. Jason pushed even harder, driving his eight-inch pole further into the boy's soft virginal rectum. Chris shrieked and cried, but it did him no good. He was a slave. Slaves get used for all kinds of things and in all kinds of ways.

After a few more minutes, Jason had finished impaling the boy on his dick and was now giving Chris a good slow fuck. The boy's shrieks and screams had quickly turned to moans and groans and little high-pitched whimpers, sounds of pleasure mixing with pain. Chris could no longer tell the difference. Between his legs his cock was hard and throbbing. He pulled against the bonds that held his wrists, desperate to stroke his aching rigid boyhood.

Jason could read the boy's eyes and he smiled cruelly.

"Poor boy, can't touch your hard little wiener, can you?"

"No, sir . . . aahhhh, ooohhh . . . please . . . I wanna cummmmm, sir . . . "

"I know you do. If you can cum from getting your ass fucked, good for you. If not, too bad."

Jason kept going at a slow, easy pace for a while, driving young Chris crazy with need. The pleasure the boy was feeling deep inside his body was indescribably wonderful, and yet unbearably frustrating. Finally after nearly twenty minutes, Jason began to speed up, sending powerful thrusts into the boy, driving his own aching erection deep into the boy's tight, warm opening. Each spearing thrust was now hitting the thirteen-year-old's already overstimulated prostate. Soon young Chris was purring and groaning and panting. Moments later a slow steady trickle of white fluid issued from the boy's penis.

"Oh, man . . . ohhhh," Chris whined. It was just like the milking machine all over again. He was cumming, but he wasn't. He could see the stuff dribbling weakly out of his hard frustrated dick, but he wasn't having an orgasm. His own confused misery was suddenly interrupted by a load growl from Jason. Chris could feel his trainer's cock expand and begin to spasm inside him. Jason came, violently, filling the boy with his seed. He remained inside the boy for a few minutes. Chris stared up at him. Neither of them spoke. Jason stroked the backs of Christopher's thighs, then reached down and jiggled the boy's balls.

"Ah, yeah . . . feels nice," Chris said.

"I told you you'd enjoy it after a while."

Chris nodded and smiled and wiggled his hips, causing his erection to bounce around.

"Get your dick soft, Chris."

Jason left him there on the bed for a few minutes. The boy's penis was still half erect when Jason returned with the chastity device. Jason used the riding crop on the young teen's misbehaving member several times. With his penis soft, Chris looked on as the chastity device was put back on and locked in place. He noticed that the spike attachment was different this time, the spikes were longer and more numerous.

"The first set we had on you were just trainers. You'll be wearing these spikes from now on. You might still try to have an erection, but it won't last for long."

Looking at the mean spikes and knowing how much pain they would be causing him, Chris nodded in eager agreement. "I hope not."

"One more thing. Stand up and be still."

Chris looked on rather puzzled when Jason produced a short metal rod about three inches long with a bulbous end. "This is a penis plug. It goes into your piss slit. See how it tapers out toward the top . . . that keeps it from sliding out."

Chris' eyes were wide with terror.

"It doesn't hurt, but it is humiliating. This will keep your penis from leaking all the time."

Jason worked the tiny plug into Chris' dick. Then he bent the boy over and put the butt-plug back in.

"Now you're plugged at both ends, boy."

Chris nodded silently and looked down at his caged cock. The little round tip of the penis plug was clearly visible sticking out of his dick.

Natasha returned a few moments later. Chris and Alexei were chained together once more and marched out to the hippodrome to get more practice with the chariots, Chris once again harnessed, Alexei once again driving him around the track.

Inside training room number two, eleven-year-old Ian Cloverdale was screaming loudly, his high-pitched shrieks bouncing off the soundproof walls. The boy was currently being hung from the ceiling by his genitals. Not entirely of course. He was horizontal, hanging about two feet above one of the bondage tables. His body was stretched taut with his wrists and ankles suspended by sturdy chains which took some but not all of his eighty-pound weight. A thick leather strap had been tightly buckled and locked around the boy's penis and testicles. The strap had four small steel rings imbedded in it, equally spaced around the circumference. From each ring a two foot length of thin but strong chain ran up to a sturdy clasp which joined them all together. This clasp was chained to an adjustable pulley system. Ian's trainer, Anthony, had slowly pulled the boy's small hairless body upward by his genitals, forcing the eleven-year-old's back to arch painfully as his wrists and ankles were immobilized. Presently the pre-teen had four pounds of counterweight attached to the other end of chain that was pulling on his balls. His own body was pulling on them as well. At the moment, the boy's cock and balls had been stretched about two inches away from his body. Anthony cruelly set the lead weight swinging.

Ian screamed again, terrified they were going to rip his boy-parts off. Ian's penis had been erect when Anthony had first secured the leather strap, and the strap was put on so tightly that the boy could not lose his erection. In spite of his pain and terror, the boy's three-and-one-half-inch boner was still on display, now having turned a dark shade of purple.

"Pleeeease, sir," Ian begged and gasped, "my willie hurts sooo bad!"

Anthony smacked the boy on the thigh. "You'll be getting worse than this, matey," Anthony told him. "We need to toughen you up a bit more." He selected a thin riding crop from the torture devices on the wall. Ian screamed again when he saw it.

Over on the bed, thirteen-year-old Illya was on his hands and knees, his trainer and older brother Sergei mounting him roughly from behind. Illya was still in his chastity device, his cock dripping and trying painfully to harden as his brother fucked him. Sergei had been having his way with his little brother for almost three years now, but this time it was different. Illya was a slave now, and Sergei no longer had to worry about not hurting him. Illya closed his eyes and whimpered. He didn't exactly hate it when his brother did this to him, but with his cock locked away and out of reach there was no way he could pleasure himself. He bit into the mattress as Sergei got even rougher, spearing him with relentless powerful thrusts. Ian's shrill screams were the only sounds he could hear.

A cargo plane had just landed at the airstrip. William Durand and the company's security chief Mitchell Harwell stood on the tarmac as the aircraft rolled to a stop. Young Trevor stood behind his master, a silver chain running from his collar to a small bracelet on Durand's right hand. The chain was not the thick heavy iron variety worn by the boy gladiators. It served a mostly decorative purpose. Trevor's only clothing this afternoon was a very short and very tight pair of white running shorts. They hugged his lean body in a most alluring way, showing off his sweet round teenaged butt, and accentuating the almost perfectly smooth area where his tiny and totally dormant genitals lay hidden.

"Special shipment today, Harwell?" the XB1 chief asked.

Harwell nodded. He'd flown down late yesterday to begin making arrangements for the arrival of spectators and special guests to the island. The first day of competition was only three days away. "I've got some equipment on board to help us keep tabs on our visitors, and the first portfolios should be arriving tomorrow."

"So we'll know who our most prominent guests will be."

"Precisely. Most of the luxury suites are already booked for the first week."

"Excellent."

Harwell returned his attention to the plane. "The plane also has our mules on board. We'll be off loading them last."

Durand nodded. 'Mule' was a pejorative, though ironically accurate term for a boy slave used specifically and exclusively for hard labor. Mules were becoming an increasingly common sight in both public and private venues, and XB1 was importing six of them to carry out a variety of unpleasant duties on the island. Too much money and training was being invested in the boy gladiators to use them for such purposes, they were far too valuable to be used in that way. Harwell handed Durand a single file that contained the names and ages of the six boys. The youngest was thirteen, the oldest was sixteen. All of them had been slaves for at least five years.

"I assume they've been implanted with behavioral inhibitors?" Durand asked.

"Of course," Mitchell Harwell replied. "The controller has already been set up in the administration building. If any of them act up or cause trouble, a simple push of a button will render them quite harmless. I don't imagine you'll ever need to use it. These boys have been well indoctrinated by now."

Two of Harwell's security team, wearing military-style uniforms with the XB1 logo on their sleeves came down the ramp of the cargo plane. Behind them, pulling a large pallet containing Harwell's surveillance equipment, came the six mules. The youngest and smallest boys first, the oldest and largest last. The boys wore simple short sleeveless gray tunics that ended just below their navels, leaving them each naked from the waist down. They wore the same iron collars and shackles that the boy gladiators had become so familiar with so quickly. The boys also were kept in head harnesses, with large rubber bits in their mouths. The boys were hairless. Completely hairless, even their heads were shaved. Presently the only hair on their young bodies was their eyebrows and lashes. The tunics all bore the XB1 logo with each boy's seven-digit slave number beneath it. Each boy had a barcode tattooed on the back of his neck registering this same number. The boys' genitals were currently not visible, since each boy had his cock and balls locked into a small spherical metal pod. The pods could be opened with the turn of a key, but there was seldom any need to free the boys' genitals from their permanent state of chastity. Generally the only time a mule had his genital pod removed was to exchange it for a slightly larger one as he grew older.

"I assume they are all housebroken?" Durand asked whimsically.

"Naturally, William. They are animals, but they are fully domesticated. They're all wearing butt-plugs."

"You'll take charge of their work details, I assume?"

"Of course, sir."

They watched as the boys passed close by them, pulling the heavy pallet. The young slaves emitted boyish grunts and groans. Their small lean bodies showed clear signs of years of hard physical labor. Trevor gazed at them from the safety of his master's shadow. He never liked being around other boy slaves. It reminded him too much that he was one himself.

"Andrews, C., Andrews J," the island-wide speaker system announced. It was the same menacing and commanding voice the boys had heard in the arena. "You are to report for your weekly phone call."

Five minutes later, Chris and Josh were being marched to the administration building by their trainers. "This is the only time you boys are allowed in here," Jason reminded them. "This is a privilege, so behave yourselves. No talking once we get inside."

"Yes, sir," the brothers said in unison. They hadn't seen each other at all since breakfast.

"How's it hangin', Chris?" Josh asked quietly as they walked toward the big building.

"About the same as yours," Chris replied smartly.

"I haven't been hard all day," the eleven-year-old observed. "My dick tried to get stiff a couple times, but it just can't go anywhere. This thing is sooo tight, Chris. My balls are like up inside me."

"Sucks, I guess," Chris said. He couldn't feel too much sympathy for his little brother, not with the metal cage around his dick and the evil sharp spikes just waiting to deal with any forbidden erections.

"Hey, what's that thingy stickin' out of your dick?" Josh asked, noticing the silver ball protruding from the tip of his older brother's penis.

"Jason told me it's a penis plug. Keeps me from leaking."

"Looks kinda cool," Josh said sarcastically. For the first time he was quite happy that his genitals were completely encased and covered by the metal plate on his chastity belt.

The brothers were taken to a small room near the service entrance. There was a large monitor on the wall. The XB1 logo was on the screen. Two long chains were used to attach the boys' collars to rings mounted in the floor. Chris and Josh could move around the room quite freely, but the chain would not allow them to reach the door, or the controls on the monitor. Jason quickly explained the rules.

"Your parents will appear on the screen. They can see you and hear you. Normally each boy gets fifteen minutes a week. Since the two of you come as a package, we're giving you twenty-five. You can say whatever you want to them. When your time's up, the screen will turn off automatically. You will then stand at attention and wait for someone to come get you. It may or may not be one of us."

Their trainers turned and left them, locking the young brothers into the small room.

"I can't wait to talk to mom 'n dad," Josh said, his big brown eyes dancing with excitement.

"Yeah. Mom's gonna totally freak when she sees us."

Josh suddenly realized the implications of two-way visual communication. "Oh, shit! They're gonna see me with this belt on."

The Andrews brothers didn't have time to worry about it, as the monitor flickered for a moment and then the image of their living room back home appeared on the screen. The boys' parents were staring back at them. Chris instinctively clasped his hands between his legs, covering the chastity cage. Josh blushed fiercely. It was one thing running around like this with your brother and eight other boys and the trainers and guards on the island. Having your mom and dad see you was considerably humiliating.

"Hi boys," their mom said, moving closer to the screen.

"Hi, mom, hi, dad," Chris replied. He was happy to see them, but it was also sort of weird. He was a slave now, and they really weren't his parents anymore. Strictly speaking, he didn't have parents anymore. He had trainers and owners and no status at all as an individual.

"Hi guys," Matthew Andrews said to his sons. "How's it going?"

"Okay, I guess," Chris answered.

"Yeah," Joshua chimed in. "They're training us to be gladiators right now. It's real hard sometimes, but Chris 'n me are doing awesome!"

Chris laughed and nudged his little brother in the ribs. "I'm doing awesome. You were in last place last time I checked."

"Shut up, Chris."

"Why are you in last, Josh?" his dad asked.

"'Cause I keep makin' trouble, I guess. We get demerits every time we do something wrong or break a rule."

"That's our Josh," their mom replied with an anxious laugh. It was obvious she was still not entirely happy at the decision they'd made to indenture the boys until their sixteenth birthdays, but she was doing her best to keep a positive face.

"Guys we went ahead and sold all your clothes and shoes and toys and stuff," their dad told them.

The two boys looked shocked for a moment, but then they quickly realized that none of their stuff would fit them when they were finally freed from their indentures.

"That's okay," Chris said. "We really don't need them."

Josh nodded. "Yeah, we aren't allowed to wear clothes anymore. It's kinda weird bein' naked all the time."

"What's that belt you have on, sweetie?" his mom asked.

Josh turned beet red and stammered out an embarrassed answer. "The trainers here call it a chastity belt or something. It keeps my . . . you know my thing . . . it keeps it from, well, you know . . . " the eleven-year-old finally spit it out, unable to look at his mother as he said it, "it keeps me from getting a boner. I have to wear it all the time. Chris has one on too."

Chris shyly removed his hands from his middle and showed his parents the metal chastity cage locked around his teenaged genitals, the end of the newly inserted penis plug clearly visible. His dad whistled in surprise and sympathy. His mother, strangely, did not seem as horrified as he thought she would.

"Well, boys really shouldn't be running around with erections anyway, should they?" she said.

"No, mom," the brothers replied in unison.

"I always thought you boys played with yourselves way too much. Especially you, Chris. Maybe those things will teach you some self control."

The faces of the already blushing boys got even redder. How could their own mother say stuff like that to them?

"We saw the commercial for the show," their dad told them.

"You mean we're already on TV!" Josh asked excitedly.

"Sure are."

"Were we in it, dad?" Chris asked.

"Yep. We saw you pulling some cart, Chris. And we saw Josh wrestling another boy."

The two boys stared at each other rather dumbfounded. Up until now, everything had happened so quickly, every second of their lives since they'd arrived on the island had been strictly controlled. Already neither of them could tell exactly what day it was. Suddenly the reality that they were going to be seen all around the world, doing all sorts of dangerous and painful and probably humiliating things began to set in.

"First episode is next Saturday night," their mom told them. "The guide says it's going to be filmed live."

The boys continued talking with their parents until the screen flashed. They then shouted quick good-byes and the monitor went dark. Remembering their instructions, Chris and Josh stood with their hands behind their heads and waited for someone to come get them. Josh's eyes were wet. Seeing his mom again was really hard. He really wanted to go home, but he knew he couldn't. He had to be brave. He didn't want his brother to see him crying, so he bit his lower lip and stared straight ahead. If any of the other boys ever found out he cried when he saw his mom, he'd never live it down. Chris was lucky. He was thirteen. He'd be free in less than three years. Josh was eleven. He had five more years of life on the island.