Worldwide Boy Gladiators Part 9

Worldwide Boy Gladiators Part 9
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 19:

"To our Special Guests,

Welcome to Gladiator Island and Resort. We hope your stay will be a rewarding one. This guide to the island will assist you in maximizing your pleasure and getting the most out of your admission pass. As a special VIP guest, you and all members of your party have been granted total access to the island. This naturally includes all official competitions between our young gladiators as well as exclusive "behind the scenes" bonuses, including but not limited to observation of weekly training, discipline, and milking sessions, special evening gatherings served by the boys, and optional private sessions with the boy or boys of your choice (for an additional fee).

General Information:

1. All the boy gladiators on the island have been specially selected for their athletic prowess, physical beauty and intelligence. At the moment the boys range in age from 10 to 14. All of the boys were specifically indentured for service on Gladiator Island, and have not previously been indentured or enslaved. Each boy's indenture expires upon his sixteenth birthday.

2. Live contests and competitions are held every Friday evening and throughout the day on Saturday. Your general pass allows you complete access to any and all of these events.

3. Pre-recorded events are held at varying times throughout the week. You are welcome and encouraged to attend. Tune to Channel 1 on your in-room television for a list of this weeks' events, locations and times.

4. Sunday is reserved as a Punishment Day for the boy gladiators, where the boy or boys with the lowest weekly (or monthly) score are assigned and administered their punishments. Your VIP guest pass allows you access to both the punishment lottery on Sunday morning, (where the boy selects, by chance, his assigned punishment) and the punishment session held Sunday afternoon.

5. You will notice that all of the boy gladiators are kept naked, collared and shackled. While the boys are all respectful and well disciplined, for your own protection we ask that you do not interfere with the transport or movement of the boys from venue to venue during the course of your stay. Opportunities for close physical examination and photography of the boys will be provided throughout the week. Check your weekly guide for details.

6. All of the boys have had their pubic hair and body hair permanently removed in accordance with article VI.iii of the International Child Enslavement Act of 2027, which requires that all enslaved or indentured male children be kept hairless.

7. All of the boy gladiators are kept in strict chastity at all times, in accordance with article VI.vii of the International Child Enslavement Act of 2027. You will notice chastity belts on the younger boys and chastity cages on the older ones. Should you choose to purchase a boy for a private session, a key to the boy's chastity device will be provided at no charge. Additionally, as with all boy slaves, each boy gladiator is required to wear a butt-plug at all times. We ask that you return the boy to us with his chastity device and butt-plug in place. Boys are milked on an individual schedule as determined by the island's medical department. Milking sessions are open to observation and inspection. A schedule will be posted along with the week's special events on Channel 1. Depending upon the individual boy, milking sessions can last up to three hours. You are free to come and go as you please. We ask that you refrain from talking while observing a boy's milking.

8. During your stay, you will no doubt notice other boys on the island. These boys are slaves and the property of XB1. They are not involved in the competition and they are not available for purchase. We call these boys 'mules.' You will easily be able to identify them by their gray slave smocks and the spherical chastity pods installed permanently over their genitals. We ask that you neither speak to, touch, nor engage the mules in any way as they have important tasks to perform throughout the day to keep the resort running smoothly for you.

Boy Gladiator Statistics:
Below you will find information and statistics on each of the boy gladiators currently enslaved on the island. Should you wish to purchase a private session with any of the boys, please dial *7 on your suite telephone and an operator will assist you. Sessions can be booked for 8, 24, or 48 hours. We ask that you refer to the boys only by their assigned number. Please refrain from addressing them by their given names.

Boy 1-0 : Name: David Brown

Origin: Australia

Age: 14 years, 8 months

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 108 pounds

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Brown

Penis: 3.75" flaccid, 5.5" erect, uncircumcised

Sport: Swimming

Boy 1-0 is generally shy and well behaved. He is heterosexual with clear submissive tendencies, easily aroused by bondage and discipline. He will make an ideal slave for our valued female patrons. Boy 1-0 possesses a penis of slightly below average size for his age, his testicles however are quite large.

Boy 0-9: Name: Philippe Dulac

Origin: France

Age: 14 years, 5 months

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 105 pounds

Hair: Black

Eyes: Green

Penis: 3.25" flaccid, 5" erect, circumcised

Sport: Diving

Boy 0-9 is soft spoken and rather introverted. He is homosexual with moderate submissive tendencies. He demonstrates limited arousal under bondage and discipline. Boy 0-9 possesses a penis that is considered small for his age, however his testicles are exceptionally large and hang quite low, perfect for those men or women who enjoy torturing a young boy's genitals. He produces an extremely large amount of prostatic fluid.

Boy 0-8: Name: Illya Casparev

Origin: Russia

Age: 13 years, 6 months

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 109 pounds

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Hazel

Penis: 6" flaccid, 8" erect, uncircumcised

Sport: Gymnastics

Boy 0-8 is remarkably obedient and eager to please. He is bi-sexual with very strong submissive tendencies. He is the most sexually experienced of the boys, an excellent choice for the more adventurous client. Boy 0-8 possesses remarkably large genitals for a boy his age. An additional flat fee of $25,000.00 is required to purchase his services.

Boy 0-7: Name: Christopher Andrews

Origin: USA

Age: 13 years, 3 months

Height: 5'1"

Weight: 102 pounds

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Penis: 4" flaccid, 6" erect, uncircumcised

Sport: Swimming

Boy 0-7 is perhaps a little too outspoken but generally obedient. He is homosexual with exceptionally deep submissive tendencies. He is highly aroused under bondage and discipline and appears to have quickly developed a very strong chastity fetish. Boy 0-7 possesses slightly above average genitals for his age and produces a large amount of prostatic and ejaculatory fluid.

Boy 0-6: Name: Gabriel Shelton

Origin: Great Britain

Age: 12 years, 8 months

Height: 4'11"

Weight: 89 pounds

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Penis: 3.85" flaccid, 5.5" erect, circumcised

Sport: Football (soccer)

Boy 0-6 is talkative and often contrary. He is heterosexual with mild bi-sexual tendencies that will likely disappear as he ages. He is easily aroused under a variety of conditions, but will often struggle when put into bondage. The perfect boy for those clients who like to have a bit of a fighter on their hands. Boy 0-6 possesses genitals well above average for his age.

Boy 0-5: Name: Daniel O'Hanlon

Origin: Canada

Age: 12 years, 6 months

Height: 4'8"

Weight: 81 pounds

Hair: Red

Eyes: Brown

Penis: 2" flaccid, 3" erect, circumcised

Sport: Wrestling

Boy 0-5 is outgoing and friendly. He is, by all accounts, a true asexual, a very rare find. He shows little to no interest in his own sexuality, but does appear to be highly submissive to authority. Boy 0-5 possesses an unusually small penis for a boy his age (a classic biological asexual trait), however his testicles are of average size. Due to his unusual nature, an additional flat fee of $50,000.00 is required to purchase his services. Boy 0-5 is as yet unable to ejaculate, although he does produce a moderate amount of prostatic fluid. Boy 0-5 is receiving daily doses of testroxil, which will render him virtually incapable of erection and dramatically decrease the size of his genitalia.

Boy 0-4: Name: Alexei Graznikov

Origin: Russia

Age: 12 years, 4 months

Height: 4'9"

Weight: 83 pounds

Hair: Dark Brown

Eyes: Brown

Penis: 3.5" flaccid, 5" erect, uncircumcised

Sport: Wrestling

Boy 0-4 is enthusiastic and lively. He is homosexual with limited submissive tendencies. He has an observed fear of bondage and discipline. He possesses genitals of average size for a boy his age, although his penis is unusually thick. Boy 0-4 produces an exceptionally large amount of ejaculatory fluid.

Boy 0-3: Name: Ian Cloverdale

Origin: Australia

Age: 11 years, 8 months

Height: 4'6"

Weight: 75 pounds

Hair: Light Brown

Eyes: Grey

Penis: 2.75" flaccid, 3.5" erect, uncircumcised

Sport: Swimming

Boy 0-3 is quiet and exceptionally intelligent. He is homosexual. He has a fear of bondage and discipline and has been observed to struggle and resist when placed in such situations. He will likely fight any attempts to use him for sexual purposes, making him ideal for the client who is looking for a challenge. He possesses genitals of average size for a boy his age. Boy 0-3 has just recently become capable of ejaculation, and produces very small quantities of clear seminal fluid. Like the youngest boys, he is still capable of experiencing multiple orgasms in rapid succession.

Boy 0-2: Name: Joshua Andrews

Origin: USA

Age: 11 years, 2 months

Height: 4'6"

Weight: 72 pounds

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Brown

Penis: 4" flaccid, 5.75" erect, uncircumcised

Sport: Wrestling

Boy 0-2 is active and energetic. He is heterosexual with demonstrated bi-sexual tendencies. He has shown little submissiveness, but he is obedient and respectful of authority. He possesses genitals highly above average for his age, particularly his penis, which is already as large as that of boys several years older. Boy 0-2 is as yet unable to ejaculate and is capable of having a large number of dry orgasms in rapid succession. Due to his exceptionally large penis, an additional flat fee of $50,000.00 is required to purchase his services.

Boy 0-1: Name: Miles Harris

Origin: Great Britain

Age: 10 years, 3 months

Height: 3'11"

Weight: 60 pounds

Hair: Auburn

Eyes: Brown

Penis: 1.75" flaccid, 2.5" erect, circumcised

Sport: Running

Boy 0-1 is our youngest boy. He is confident but active and can be boisterous under the right circumstances. He is heterosexual although he is completely pre-pubescent. He is very small for his age, perfect for the client who desires the company of a little boy. Boy 0-1 possesses genitals average in size for a boy his age and is capable of having a large number of dry orgasms in rapid succession.

The boy gladiators are generally permitted to speak unless otherwise ordered. They are however required to address all adults on the island and all guests regardless of age in a respectful manner. If you notice any inappropriate language or behavior on the part of one of our boy gladiators please report it to the administration at your convenience.

We hope you enjoy your stay on Gladiator Island and we look forward to your return."

William Durand looked up thoughtfully from the full color brochure in front of him. The boy gladiators had been on the island for almost a full week now, undergoing an exhaustive ordeal of physical training each day to get their already firm athletic bodies into peak condition. By the time the show premiered, these ten boys would be living representatives of the immature human male at the ideal height of physical toning, musculature and prowess. William Durand returned the full color brochure to the table and gave Lara Tomlinsin a smile. "I like this. Make sure every suite has a copy. Have advanced copies been sent to those who have already booked VIP passes?"

"Yes, sir," the young woman said. She had just arrived on the island was amazed at the show's progress. With her concept for Gladiators on track and in production, her star at the network was on the rise.

"I understand we already have private requests for several of the boys," the XB1 chief announced.

"Excellent, sir."

"Have you seen them yet, dear?" he asked the up-and-coming young producer.

"No, sir. I came here directly from the plane. One of the mules took my bags to my room."

Durand nodded. "Well, I believe they should all be in weight training at the moment. Swing by the training center and have a look at them."

"That's my next stop, sir," the young woman said with a smile. Lara had no particular attraction to young boys, she found them, and males in general, to be rather obnoxious actually, but the idea of seeing ten of them naked and chained with their little or not-so-little cocks locked up was rather titillating to be sure. Served the nasty little buggers right.

Chapter 20:

With Worldwide Boy Gladiators scheduled to premiere on the following Saturday, the next six days were an exhausting ordeal of training - physical, mental and sexual - for the ten young boys. Their trainers were all particularly harsh and impatient and all of the boys had earned far more demerits than any bonus points they might have received could counter. The scoreboard in the barracks showed all the boys in the red with negative points. Josh, much to his dismay still managed to be dead last. While the eleven-year- old did extremely well in all the practice events and competitions, his smart mouth continued to get him into trouble with his trainer Hannah. In just one single forty- eight hour period he'd racked up thirty points in demerits for talking back or running his mouth when he was supposed to be quiet or listening to instructions. His biggest and most costly mistake however was made during the morning shower on the Thursday before the show's first live episode. Temporarily freed of his chastity belt, Josh quite innocently touched his penis while washing himself down under the frigid spray. He was simply trying to pull back his foreskin and clean himself the way he'd always done since he was six.

He was of course caught by the matron and dragged out of the showers immediately.

"I didn't mean to, ma'am," he'd protested as he stood naked and dripping wet in front of the strict woman who ran the barracks. "I just forgot. Honest!"

Hannah was not pleased with the matron's report. Consulting with the other trainers, it was agreed that Josh should receive fifty demerits for touching his genitals without permission. The eleven-year-old almost broke down in tears when he was told. As an additional punishment, he was sentenced to ten lashes followed by twenty-four hours of restraint discipline.

The boy was immediately taken out to the whipping post in the barrack's yard. The other boys were made to watch as Hannah flogged him, leaving ten livid red stripes across the eleven-year-old's back.

Jason yelled at all the boys collectively. "You never touch your genitals. Ever! Your bodies belong to the corporation. The next boy who is caught playing with himself with get twenty lashes with this . . . " he held up a long thick leather whip, braided at the end with sharp metal spikes attached. "It is called a flayer. It is designed to tear away the flesh of disobedient slave boys. I do not want to use it on any of you, but I will if I have to. Do we understand one another?"

"Yes, sir!" the boys all shouted, drawing themselves to attention.

Josh, still sobbing on the whipping post, eagerly nodded his head. Hannah released the boy's wrists from the post and he wrapped his arms around it for support. The second part of his punishment now followed. This took the form of a heavy ten pound chain being attached to his collar and run through the rings on his wrist and ankle shackles. There was also a small ring at the base of the metal plate on the boy's chastity belt. The end of the chain was attached here, connecting the heavy iron links to the belt. In addition, a pair of leather mitts were put on his hands and locked in place, rendering them useless. Inside the mitts were tiny spikes that would dig into his palms anytime he attempted to use his hands like a normal human boy. Finally, a head- harness and bit was strapped around his head. He had to wear this punishment gear for an entire day and compete in it. Naturally this resulted in last place finishes, and even more demerits for him. There were several events he simply couldn't compete in at all, so he was kept in a cage on a small cart while the other boys competed. Between events he was chained to the cart and made to pull the cage from place to place. Every event he missed was an automatic last place. Josh was miserable and close to tears the entire day.

Things actually got worse at night.

They made him sleep outside the barracks, chained by his right ankle to an iron post in the ground. Three portable outdoor halogens were set up around him, just out of range of his chain. The harsh bright lights beamed down on the eleven-year-old's naked body. There was no way he could escape their glare. One of the perimeter cameras was trained on him at all times.

"If you have to piss," Hannah told him, "you squat on the ground and go."

The other boys were locked inside the barracks. Josh watched the trainers all pass through the electrified fence. It clanged shut loudly behind them. He was left alone outside. The first thing he noticed was the bugs. Fortunately the bright lights were more attractive to them than the small naked boy, but they still filled the air around him like a thick cloud, buzzing past his face and ears, landing on his sweaty arms and legs and chest. The only way to keep them off was to constantly move around, and so he walked, or trotted, or ran in the small circle allowed him by the length of the chain.

He'd been locked in a head harness and bit all day, and by now he'd given up on trying to keep from drooling. His spittle ran down his chin uncontrollably.

It was warm when they'd first left him, but a cool wind started to blow in after a while, causing his sweat-drenched body to shiver. He saw the guards changing shifts, but none of them paid any attention to him at all. He was an animal being kept outdoors, ignored and forgotten.

And then the rain started. Just a light drizzle at first. In a way it was a blessing since it drove the insects away. Josh had no protection and no way to cover himself. He squatted to take a piss as ordered and then curled up into a tight little ball, shielding his face from the rain with his hands, and tried to get some sleep. The boy had just drifted off when the light showers turned into a huge downpour. Totally defenseless, Josh simply lay there in the mud all night as the rain continued. He thought they'd come for him once the rain got too heavy, but they didn't. The lights continued to glare and the wind continued to blow and they left him there, cold and naked and shivering. Josh cried that night, for the first time since he'd gotten to the island. He was glad the rain at least hid his tears from the camera.

It was still pouring on Friday morning when they finally brought the shivering, soaking, mud-covered eleven-year-old inside. Once all the restraints were removed, the matron marched Joshua into the bathroom and allowed him fifteen minutes under a luke-warm shower, under her constant and critical scrutiny.

"Get yourself clean, you filthy little animal," she told him as he stood under the water. She tossed him a small bottle of the foul-smelling disinfectant soap. "Make sure you wash your hair."

Josh scrubbed his young body down with his hands, and ran the green liquid soap through his already drenched hair. He was extra careful this time to avoid touching his genitals.

"Wash your little butt," the matron said sternly. "Don't you dare pull out that butt-plug."

"Yyyyes, mmmma'am," the pre-teen answered through chattering teeth.

"And your feet . . . get between your toes . . ."

Josh thought it was totally humiliating having the matron supervise his shower. After all, he was eleven-years-old now, old enough to do this sort of thing himself. "I know how to do this, ma'am," he said as softly and respectfully as he could.

The matron smiled. She could plainly see the extreme embarrassment on the boy's face. "Don't you sass me, young man, or you can go right back outside."

"No, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am," Josh mumbled. He finished a few minutes later and the matron turned off the water.

"Are you ready for me to scrub your genitals?"

"Yes, ma'am," the boy sighed, stepping forward and obediently spreading his legs, clasping his hands behind his head.

The matron washed Josh's cock and balls roughly with a hard sponge, making sure her ministrations did not give the eleven-year-old boy any pleasure. "I've never seen a penis so big on a boy your age," she said as she pulled back the foreskin on his impressive four-inch long schlong, "and I've seen tons of naked boys." Before taking the job with XB1on Gladiator Island, she'd worked at a slave-processing center in Oklahoma. The center handled boys exclusively, and so her experience in controlling, disciplining and humiliating them was extensive.

Josh experienced the beginnings of an erection, but a few sharp flicks of the matron's fingers on the tip of his misbehaving penis got him soft again right away. With his genitals now as clean as the rest of him, Josh was put back into his chastity belt and led to his cell. The matron unlocked the door and pushed him inside. "On your bunk. Everyone gets to sleep late this morning. Your trainers want you all rested for tomorrow."

The boy sat down on his thin mattress and unrolled his blanket. The tropical summer was ending, and the mornings on the island were invariably wet and starting to become just a little cool. Josh draped the blanket around his shoulders and crossed his legs on the bunk. The door to his cell was closed. He could hear it being locked. A little bit of early daylight came in through the barred screen window. Across from him, David Brown stirred and turned over.

"Hey, mate," the fourteen-year-old said in a sleepy voice. "Geez, you look like hell."

"Thanks," Josh replied. "I'm totally doomed."

With all his demerits, Josh was almost one hundred points behind Gabriel, the nearest boy ahead of him.

"Yeah," David nodded, sitting up now and draping his long hairless legs over the edge of his bunk. His penis was throbbing inside the chastity cage, trying in vain to get hard. He was learning to ignore it. There wasn't anything he could do about it anyway. "Even if we win every event tomorrow, you'll probably still end up last."

"I don't wanna find out what kind of punishments they have."

"Well, I bet you're going to."

"Thanks," Josh said with a frown.

David stood up and put his arms over his head, stretching his lean athletic frame. Josh couldn't help but admire the older boy's body. David had a swimmer's build, just like Chris, tight, slender and muscular. Josh wondered who'd win in a head-to-head race since they were both about the same age and size. The eleven-year-old next fixed his gaze on David's genitals, locked away in the metal cage.

"Think your dick's gonna start growing soon?" Josh asked with smug sweetness.

David glared at him. The fourteen-year-old was keenly aware that his younger partner was noticeably bigger in the cock department, although he himself really had nothing to be ashamed of. His cock was maybe a bit on the small side compared to the other boys, but the truth was that all of the gladiators, except for Miles and Danny, really sported cocks of average or far better size for their respective ages. That was one of the factors in their being selected to begin with. Eleven-year-old Josh's four-inch sausage was just a freak of nature, in David's humble opinion.

"Shut up, Josh. Mine's just the right size for me. Yours looks like a third leg or something."

"Third leg!" Josh laughed. "That's funny, David."

"It's true. Damn thing almost drags on the ground!"

Little Josh giggled again. "When its not locked inside this belt," he complained, pointing down at the leather straps around his waist and the tightly fitted metal plate that completely encased and covered his genitals.

"Yeah, you should thank them, mate, otherwise you'd be tripping over it all the time."

Josh smiled at his partner. The older boy could make him laugh just like his brother did. David walked over to the window and looked outside. The sun was starting to come up and a little more light was filtering in to the always dim cell. The teen pressed his nose to the screen so he could see better.

"Looks like it might rain some more," he said. "It's cool out."

"I didn't think it was supposed to get cold here. We're like way south, right? Sorta like Florida."

"It still gets cold sometimes, mate, especially in the morning. Back home in Sydney we have cold weather just like you guys do in the states."

"Ever seen snow?" Josh asked.

"No. It never gets that cold."

"Snow's totally awesome. I'm gonna miss snow. My brother totally pounds me with snowballs."

David went back to his bunk and lay down. Josh followed his example and did the same. "We should get more sleep, Josh," the older boy said. "We're going to need it today."

"I'll bet."

The two boys were asleep just a few moments later, David snoring like a young man, Josh making the little noises and sighs young boys do when deep in slumber.

It was mid-morning when the boy gladiators were awakened to start their day. Having already had his shower, Josh was told to sit quietly at the mess table while the rest of the boys were in the bathroom. He could hear them shrieking and gasping for breath as the icy cold water hit them. Then the water stopped and he heard nothing but silence punctuated by the occasional sound of a guard's hand smacking a boy's behind. Josh knew the boys were all having their cocks and balls scrubbed down, no doubt as roughly as his had been a few hours earlier. In fact his penis still hurt from having the matron pull his foreskin back so fast and so hard. At least it was keeping him from trying to have an erection in the belt. The boy wiggled around on the stool, trying to keep the plug in his butt from driving him crazy.

After a few minutes the boys all came out, still wet from the shower, their chastity belts or cages hanging around their necks in numbered cloth bags. Nine sets of hairless boy genitals flopped around as the young slaves were marched over to the table. In spite of the frigid showers, Chris, David, Gabriel and Ian all had erections for which they would be receiving demerits when their trainers arrived.

"Nobody eats 'til those dicks are soft," the matron told them. She gave each of the offending boys' penises a quick switch with her riding crop. Ian and Gabe went soft almost immediately, but Chris and David, older and with raging teenaged hormones required several strokes before their boy- parts finally softened to the woman's satisfaction.

The food cart was wheeled in by two of the newly arrived mule boys. Unlike the young gladiators, who went everywhere under the strict supervision of their trainers, the mules were expected and required to carry out their assigned tasks without escort of guards or XB1 staff. All of them had been slaves since they were very young and had, by now, been fully indoctrinated to their lives of drudgery and servitude. That, along with the behavioral control chips imbedded in the backs of their necks ensured complete and total compliance at all times.

The gladiators all noticed the two new boys and wondered who they were. One of the boys appeared to be about thirteen, the other was older, fifteen or sixteen. They wore the short gray slave tunic and were naked from the waist down.

"Who are those guys?" Gabriel asked aloud as his fellow gladiators stared.

"Those two are mules," the matron explained. "They're slaves."

"Like us?" Ian Cloverdale asked.

"Not exactly. You're all indentured. You'll be freed, or at least returned to your parents, when your indentures expire. Those boys are slaves for the rest of their lives. You boys are not to talk to them, or touch them, or anything else. They don't exist as far as you are concerned, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," the ten boy gladiators shouted in unison. They lined up in numerical order and received their breakfast. Always the biggest and best meal of the day. This morning it was eggs, plain grits, juice, and a thick slice of specially formulated nutrient loaf to give the boys the energy they needed for a busy day on the island. The boys also were each given their daily doses of the adrenal enhancement drugs along with the still-experimental pills designed to accelerate the growth rate and increase the size of their genitals. After just over one week on the island, none of the boys had yet to show any visible signs that the penile growth treatment was having an effect, but it would take some time for the chemicals to saturate their bodies. None of the boys were particularly hesitant about taking the pills. The blue ones made them feel stronger and kept them from tiring out, and the red ones, well what boy wouldn't want a bigger penis?

"I'll take like ten of these right now," Danny told the others, swallowing the pill and getting a good laugh. "I need all the help I can get." The twelve-year-old had failed to notice that his second pill was not red like the other boys got, but purple. This was his third day on testroxil. Its effects would start becoming apparent, to him and everyone else, by the end of the week.

Once the boys finished breakfast, the trainers arrived and called the young gladiators to attention in front of the scoreboard. Their chastity belts and cages were put back on and securely locked.

"Listen up, boys," Jason addressed them. "The competition starts tomorrow morning. Today we're going to get you ready. You'll have your heads shaved and your numbers will be tattooed on your butts. We're also going to be implanting a little remote electrode chip into your scrotums. Just like this one," with a pair of tweezers he held up a tiny silver metal square that resembled an old-style computer chip only much smaller. "Its called a behavior modification chip. If you misbehave during the competition, your trainer can have the control booth give you a nice little reminder. Trust me, you don't want this little thing being activated."

The boys were all trembling when they heard this.

"Haircuts first."

A large plastic tarp was laid on the barracks floor by the guards and two stools were set up in the middle of it. Two sets of electric clippers were brought out. Hannah and Michella were happy to do the honors.

"Two lines, boys, five each, single file," Michella said.

The boys scrambled around quietly and broke up in two lines of five. Illya and Philippe ended up first in line and they were the first to have to sit on the stools. The two ardent feminists wasted no time shaving the teenaged boys' heads, leaving only a short stubble. Philippe liked to wear his hair particularly long, so this was a deep and powerful humiliation for him. Chris, Josh, Ian and Gabe were all going to lose their shoulder-length locks as well. It took less than two minutes for each boy to have his turn. In the end ten young boy slaves stood around each other, rubbing their newly shorn heads.

The guards meanwhile had set up an area for tattooing the boys' numbers onto their behinds. Anthony, young Ian's trainer, would be performing the procedures. The boys were taken in numerical order starting with little Miles. After much wincing and quiet tears, the ten-year-old had his number 'Boy 0-1' permanently tattooed on the left side of his sweet little butt, so that when he stood in profile it was plainly visible. One hour later all of the boys were marked in the same way.

"They'll be sore for a few days," Anthony told the other trainers as the rather shocked and bewildered boys stood wide-eyed staring at the numbers displayed on each others' hind quarters.

The boys were put into their collars and shackles and chained together in their pairs. Medical was their next stop, to have the behavior modification chips implanted in their ball sacks.
Doctor Trench and her young nurses took the boys two at a time while the others waited in line and watched. David and Philippe were the first to be strapped to the exam tables with their legs spread wide in the stirrups. For the older boys there was no need to remove the chastity cages, since their balls remained accessible. Anna and Karen each had an injector gun in their hands. David and Philippe stared at them in fear and writhed in their bonds when the young woman pressed the injectors against their hairless scrotums.

"Don't move, boys," Doctor Trench said. "You'll feel a sharp sting, but that's all."

With quick efficiency they implanted the micro-chips and released the two eldest boys from the tables. It only took fifteen minutes to get all the boys done. Miles, Josh, Ian and Daniel all had to have their chastity belts removed in order for the nurses to get access to their sacks. Once the chips were in place, the belts went back on immediately.

"Stand at attention, boys," Jason ordered. "We're going to test them now." He then spoke into his portable radio. "Control, initiate a level 1 shock to all units. Five second duration."

Ten boys instantly shrieked and doubled over in agony. Several of them ended up on the floor as the worse pain a boy can feel coursed through their writhing bodies. It stared in their balls and worked its way up through their abdomens and into their stomachs. It seemed to be hardest on the older, more sexually developed boys, all of whom were reduced to tears. Chris rolled on the floor, clutching madly at his balls, trying to make it stop. He wasn't the only one.

"That was just an example, boys," Jason explained as the boys slowly regained their senses. "The lowest setting and the shortest duration. We could go as high as level 10, but that would probably destroy your testicles. Now get up. We need to get you boys stretched and limber for tomorrow. Everyone back to the barracks."

The next three hours were spent in rigorous calisthenics in the exercise area inside the barracks perimeter. The boys were made to power their way through push-ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks, stretches and sprints, all under the hot tropical sun. William Durand stopped by, with young Trevor leashed behind him, to observe their progress.

"They're ready, sir," Jason told him. "I assume the welcoming party for our VIP's is still scheduled for this evening."

"Absolutely," the XB1 chief replied.

"Do you want the boys in uniform, or naked?"

"Start them in their uniforms," Durand said thoughtfully. "I'm sure they'll all end up naked before the night is through."

Overhead they could hear the sound of an airplane passing.

"That would be our first incoming flight. I should be there to greet our guests. Come along, Trevor." Durand gave Jason a quick nod of approval and departed. The sweaty young boy gladiators continued their arduous training, emitting an appealing chorus of boyish grunts and groans, lean youthful limbs straining, developing young muscles flexing. Soon they would be performing for much larger audiences.