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Worldwide Boy Gladiators

Chapter 16

Chris was the last to be hung from the post. He had to watch as first twelve-year-old Gabriel and then eleven-year-old Ian where flogged by their trainers. Ian's trainer, Anthony, was particularly brutal, choosing a flogger with metal tips. After only ten lashes, the young Australian boy's back was bloodied. Doctor Trench was summoned and swiftly treated Ian's wounds, not too gently. Chris feared he'd get the same or worse from Jason, but as he hung from the post, his wrists chained above him, he felt Jason move close and heard him whisper into his ear.

"Scream like I'm really giving it to you, Zero-Seven," Jason said.

The thirteen-year-old understood and turned his head enough to flash his trainer a kick, private smile. The whipping was still very real, and it still hurt a lot, but it wasn't that big a deal after all the other torment the boy had already endured today. Nonetheless, he shouted his little head off, making it look good for Jason, and making sure he worked up some tears for the cameras. He was then taken down and marched over to one of the cages, already filled with four other boys.

The cages were small, forcing the boys to press their sweaty naked hairless bodies together. Given such circumstances, it should not be surprising that most of the boys were experiencing at least some degree of sexual arousal. They squirmed about uncomfortably as their sweet young penises tried to erect themselves within the tight confines of their chastity devices. This movement only served to further stimulate and frustrate them. Soon the boys were all wincing from the spikes biting into their youthful boyhood. Their distress was currently being ignored however, as the trainers were all engaged in a heated argument thanks to young Daniel, who had just been declared the champion.

"The little bastard cheated!" Hannah Dubose stated angrily. She planned on handling Josh with harsh discipline and would demand strict obedience from him, but she was also his trainer. His successes were her successes, and his failures would reflect badly on her. If he was truly cheated of a hard-earned victory, she had the right and duty to protest on her young gladiator's behalf.

"No, my dear, he most certainly did not," Calvin Mayfair replied. "The only instruction the boys were given was to be the last one standing. No other rules were set."

"Oh, come on," Michella, David's trainer and Hannah's girlfriend joined the debate. "That's bullshit, Cal, and you know it. This isn't the Olympics. These boys are here to fight."

"Zero-Five did fight," Jason Sanborne interjected calmly. "And he won." As head trainer it would ultimately be his decision if Daniel O'Hanlon's victory would stand.

"You're not siding with him," Hannah pointed derisively at Calvin, "are you?"

Jason smiled. "Each of these boys was recruited for three main reasons. First, they are all incredibly cute and have terrific little bodies. Second, they are all champion athletes. And third," he paused to make his point, "they are all highly intelligent, far above average. Brains are going to prove just as important as strength and skill as the competition goes on. I agree it was a sneaky shitty little move on Zero-Five's part. It was also absolutely brilliant. Kid had a strategy and he made it work. That's the kind of stuff that's pure gold in the ratings. Zero-Five is the winner. End of discussion."

Hannah glared at him but said nothing. She grabbed the chain that normally bound Josh and David together then turned toward the tunnel marked 'Trainers'. Angrily she marched up the ramp and out onto the arena floor. Calvin, quite wisely, took off after her.

Daniel was still doing his victory dance. Josh was lying on his back with his knees drawn up, staring blankly at the roof of the arena high above, still trying to catch his breath. He was so mad at Daniel. He was sure the older boy had cheated. But at the moment he was even madder at himself for getting pinned. That almost never happened when he wrestled. He'd lost maybe three matches his whole life, and none over the last two years. Daniel was good, very good, but Josh didn't think the Canadian boy was necessarily better, just a little bit bigger, and there were ways to get around that. He definitely wanted a rematch.

"I'll get you next time, Danny," he shouted.

"Not likely," the twelve-year-old with the auburn hair replied, still feeling rather full of himself.

Danny was the first to see the two trainers coming up the ramp. He quickly stopped his theatrics and stood at attention, clasping his hands behind his head. He whispered a quick warning to Josh. The eleven-year-old scrambled to his feet and assumed the same position. The two boys stood there together, their handsome nude bodies sweaty and dirty, Daniel's boyhood locked into the tightly constraining cock cage, Josh's hidden behind the thick triangular metal plate of his chastity belt. For the first time since the melee had begun, Josh was once again aware of the plug in his butt and the tightness of the metal plate that completely covered and confined his genitals. During the action, he'd gotten so caught up in the fight that it was easy to forget he was wearing a chastity belt designed to keep prepubescent boys like him from touching themselves or having even the slightest hint of an erection. He wiggled his hips for a moment in a vain attempt to make it more comfortable. Daniel was apparently experiencing the same problem, staring down at the metal cage that encased his small penis and flicking the little padlock with his fingers. There was no way it was coming off.

"Where do your hands belong, Zero-Five?" Calvin asked him as he came to a stop in front of the five-foot [1.50m] tall boy.

"Behind my head, sir. Sorry, sir," the boy replied, quickly returning his hands to their proper position.

"You are never to touch that," his trainer admonished him, harshly jiggling the metal cage and its small hairless contents. Daniel suddenly was not feeling quite so big as he had just a few minutes ago. In fact he was once again feeling quite small. When he'd first gotten to the island and stood there naked with all the other boys, it was easy for him to see that except for little ten-year-old Miles, he was the boy with the smallest dick. So far at least none of the boys had made fun of him. Gabriel, his partner, had teased him about it, but in a friendly and sympathetic kind of way. He was actually sort of glad all of them had to wear the chastity devices, because his penis didn't look that much smaller inside the cage.

"You did a good job though," Calvin said, giving him a congratulatory slap on the back. "Clever boy. Now get your ass below."

Under standing orders to run everywhere he was told to go, Daniel took off toward the boy's entrance and scurried down the ramp. Calvin jogged leisurely behind him.

Hannah attached the chain to Josh's collar. "No rewards for finishing second, boy," she told him sternly. "Now move." And she dragged the eleven-year-old boy behind her by his chain.

The other boys were already being taken out of the cages and chained to their partners when Hannah got Josh to the bottom of the ramp. Josh was haplessly trying to explain how he'd ended up losing the very first contest on Gladiator Island. Michella marched David over and the heavy two-foot [60cm] chain was again connected between their collars. Josh noticed that David had a black ball-gag in his mouth. He also noticed the ten livid red stripes across the fourteen-year-old's back. Josh took a quick frightened glance at the whipping post and shivered.

"No, you're not going there," Hannah told him, smacking his bare butt. "You did finish second."

The eleven-year-old breathed a big sigh of relief.

"Not a word, boys," Jason Sanborne ordered as those who were presently wearing gags had them removed by their trainers. All the boys stood silently as the shorter chains were locked to the iron shackles that were now a permanent fixture around their wrists and ankles. All of the boys hated being chained, but it was starting to become routine for them. They were slaves, the property of XB1, and all of them were beginning to understand just exactly what that meant.

With the ten boy gladiators once again secured in their chains, the trainers lined them up in pairs and marched them out of the arena. It was eight-thirty in the evening, unbeknownst to the boys of course, and the tropical late summer sun was still brightening the sky. A band of dark clouds could be seen off against the horizon, promising more rain at night. There was a strong breeze coming in from the ocean. It felt good to the sweaty naked boys after exerting themselves in the stifling arena. None of the boys knew what might be happening next. A general standing rule on the island was that the boy gladiators be kept in the dark as much as possible as to which events would be held each day. Most of them were eager to return to the barracks, but their next and final stop on this their first full day on Gladiator Island was the swimming pool. Their chains were quickly removed. Jason Sanborne called the boys together in a group. The trainers stood behind them.

"A good first day, boys," Sanborne praised them. "It's only going to get harder from here. But for tonight, we all agree you've earned some fun. Free swim. One hour. Hit the water!"

Tired as they were, the boys all cheered, patting each other on the back, budding rivalries momentarily forgotten. Freed of their chains, but still collared and in shackles, they eagerly made their way into the pool, Chris, David and Philippe diving confidently into their favorite element, the other boys slipping in fearlessly. Only ten-year-old Miles was left behind, standing with his cute little toes at the edge of the water, looking on sadly as the other boys splashed and played. Chris, remembering his instructions from Mr. Durand swam over after a few minutes and smiled up at him from the cool blue water.

"Sucks you can't swim," the thirteen-year-old said in a friendly way. "Guess I'm supposed to teach you."

"Yeah," Miles answered, not at all certain he really wanted to learn.

"Well, first thing we gotta do is get you in the water."

"It's too deep, Chris."

"It isn't way over at that end," Chris replied, bringing a lean sun-bronzed arm out of the water and pointing to the far end of the pool. "Run down there and I'll meet you, k?"

"Okay. You ain't gonna let me drownd, right?"

"You won't drown. Even my numb-nuts brother can float." Chris shouted that last statement to make sure Josh heard him.

"Hey!" Josh shouted back, highly insulted.

Miles laughed. He liked Chris. And he knew if he didn't learn to swim, things would go really badly for him on the island. He hurried down to the shallow end of the pool and waited for his first lesson.

Jason Sanborne and Sergei Casparev stood at poolside, watching the ten naked boys splashing and horsing around in the water. The two trainers had remained at the pool to keep an eye on the young gladiators and make sure they behaved themselves. Jason looked over briefly at his counterpart and smiled privately. At just seventeen, Sergei was by far the youngest of the trainers. If he'd been only a few years younger he probably would have been one of the boy gladiators himself. Like his thirteen-year-old brother Illya, Sergei was an accomplished gymnast, having won his first junior medals by the age of twelve, and a silver at fourteen in the Olympics. The young man had given up his chances to compete in the next summer games, committing himself instead to being his little brother's trainer here on Gladiator Island for the duration of Illya's three-year indenture.

He was currently shirtless, affording Jason a good look at his lean muscular teenaged physique. The fact that he was Illya's brother was still something known only to Jason and William Durand, although all of the trainers had by now commented on how close a resemblance there was between the boy slave and his youthful trainer. Jason found both Illya and Sergei to be highly attractive, and he wondered if Sergei's cock rivaled his younger brother's in its impressive size and thickness. He also wondered privately if he might be able to find out for himself.

"Was coming here his idea, or yours?" Jason asked nonchalantly.

"Our father's, actually," Sergei answered in well-practiced English. "Illya did not want to do this at all."

"But your brother signed his indenture. All the boys did."

Sergei smiled and nodded. "He had to sign. Our father would have sold him permanently if he didn't."

Jason was a bit surprised at that. All of the boys' parents had willingly countersigned their sons' indentures, some more enthusiastically than others, but he hadn't expected that any of the boys' guardians had employed the threat of permanent enslavement to coerce a reluctant boy's signature. Unbeknownst to Jason, Illya was not the only boy who had signed the indenture under such unpleasant circumstances. The promise of money was simply too great, and the potential value at auction of handsome pre-teen and teenaged boys too high for many debt-ridden parents to ignore.

"So how did you end up involved in all this?" Jason probed further.

"I want Illya to win. I asked to be his trainer. Mr. Durand agreed."

"Is it difficult? Being your brother's trainer?" Jason had already noticed that Sergei had been particularly harsh with the whip, lashing his thirteen-year-old brother's back with no sign of remorse or mercy.

"Illya is a slave," the Russian teenager said thoughtfully. "He is no longer a person, so I do not think of him as my brother. It is my job to make sure he obeys and does his best. When he fails, he is punished, just like the others."

"I am going to have to tell the trainers that you boys are related," Jason explained. "Most of them already suspect."

"Is this a problem?"

"I don't see why it should be. You're certainly not going easy on him. But if there's a big argument over it, I may have to switch you with someone else. I don't care if the boys find out. They have no rights one way or another. It may be a good angle for the public though. We'll play it up if it seems to be drawing attention."

Sergei smiled. "Then I will make sure we draw attention."

"That shouldn't be too hard for either of you."

Jason spent the next hour dividing his attention between the ten naked boys and the half-naked Sergei, who seemed fully aware that he had caught the older man's eye. He himself was quite pleased with this turn of events. A special relationship with Jason Sanborne could only improve his standing amongst the more experienced trainers who all considered him little more than a boy himself. He made sure he showed himself off whenever the opportunity presented itself. With so much visual stimulus, Jason ended up with a raging erection in his shorts. Sergei was soon sporting one as well, as the unspoken sexual tension between the two trainers grew stronger.

The boys were returned to the barracks at precisely nine- thirty that night. They stood silently as their wrist and ankle shackles, and their iron collars were removed for the night. They were then assembled in front of the scoreboard and watched as the final bonuses and demerits for the day were figured in. Danny O'Hanlon, with his twenty points for winning the melee, vaulted easily into first place. Joshua Andrews, whose athletic skills could not make up for his smart mouth and misbehaving penis, was last.

"I'll catch up tomorrow, ma'am," he promised Hannah, who had just given his bare butt several hard smacks.

"You'd better," she told him sternly. "And you'd best learn to keep that thing soft." She pointed derisively at the triangular metal plate that encased the eleven-year-old's oversized genitals.

Josh blushed. Of course it was absolutely impossible for the boy to have an erection while wearing the chastity belt, but he was already worrying about the morning, when it would be removed for his shower. He just knew he was going to spring another boner, and when you are an eighty-pound [36kg] eleven-year-old with a huge five and ¼ inch [13½cm] erection, its impossible not to draw attention to yourself.

For twelve-year-old Daniel, the excitement of his victory was now replaced with humiliation as he was made to stand in front of all the other boys and have his chastity cage removed and the chastity belt of the younger boys put on in its place. He was blushing and close to tears when his trainer explained this unwelcome change to him, speaking loud enough that everyone in the barracks could hear.

"Since your penis is so small, I've decided that you'll wear the chastity belt from now on."

Danny's circumcised penis, just over two inches [2cm] long, remained soft as Calvin unlocked the metal cage and slid the ring off the cute auburn-haired boy's genitals. Danny lowered his eyes to the floor and tried to pretend it didn't bother him, but he could hear the giggles and snickers from the others. He hadn't exactly made friends with his winning strategy in the melee. More than a few of the boys were actually happy to see him being humiliated.

The leather belt, with the thick metal triangular genital cover was strapped around Daniel's slim waist. The plate kept the twelve-year-old's penis curved downward between his legs, and pushed his balls upwards until they were nearly inside him. If anything it was more uncomfortable than the cock cage.

"I've also decided you need a larger butt-plug. Bend over and grab your ankles."

Daniel's eyes watered, but he didn't dare refuse. He bent over, showing his butt to everyone. His trainer pulled out the plug and roughly inserted his finger. The twelve-year- old moaned as the unwelcome intruder swirled around inside him and found that magic spot that made his whole body tingle. A few seconds later a considerably larger butt-plug was shoved inside him. Daniel screamed and begged Calvin to take it out.

"You'll get used to it," his trainer said without sympathy as he drew the leather strap over the boy's butt-crack and locked it and the belt in place with a pair of padlocks.

A very miserable Daniel was returned to his place in line.

"Two hours free time before lights out," Jason told the boys. "You will all go to the bathroom and you will all brush your teeth before bed. Showers are optional. No more than five minutes. Books and games are in the cabinet. You will keep your voices down and behave yourselves. If the guards have to punish you, you'll be given demerits in the morning. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," the boys all answered in unison, a pleasant mix of adolescent and pre-pubescent voices.

The trainers departed, leaving the boys in the charge of four uniformed guards for the remainder of the night. They were all so tired that Jason's admonition was hardly necessary. Each boy took advantage of the shower room, going in a single group and delighted to discover that the evening shower offered merely cool water rather than the frigid ice- cold agony of their required morning ritual. There was a little good-natured horseplay, but for the most part the boys just stood under the showers, washing the dirt and dust off their smooth glistening bodies, letting the water run over their shoulders and down their flanks. Each of the boys held out his hands to receive a squirt of disinfectant soap from the male guard who was supervising them.

"Make sure you wash your hair, boys," he told them, enjoying the sublime beauty of ten naked young teens and pre-teens. The chastity cages worn by the older boys jiggled back and forth as they eagerly worked the gooey blue gel over their skin. The guard was treated to a particularly alluring show as the boys raised their hands to their heads and scrubbed away the sweat and dirt.

With his body clean for the first time since the morning, Chris was surprised to see the scrapes and bruises he'd earned during the day. He had them on his arm and legs, and a few on his stomach and chest. The boy couldn't see the bruises on his face, but he could certainly feel them. He knew his back also now bore ten deep red welts from the whipping he'd been given. Strangely enough, Chris felt really proud of himself. Things were a lot harder than he'd ever imagined they would be, but he was still on his feet.

'Not bad,' he thought to himself, looking down at his trim hairless muscular young body.

The water was turned off after five minutes, much to the boys' collective disappointment. They weren't allowed to have towels, and so the boys were ordered to simply stand there on the tiles for another ten minutes until most of the water had dripped off their bodies. It wasn't all that bad, the cooling droplets felt good on their bare skin, it was mostly just humiliating, having to stand there dripping wet with the guards looking on.

Satisfied that they weren't going to flood the bathroom, the guards ordered the boys to urinate and then brush their teeth. The youngest boys, locked in their chastity belts, had to squat over the toilets. The six older boys, wearing the constricting genital cages, were allowed to stand over the communal urinal and relieve themselves. After the mess they'd made on their first night, they were strictly supervised by two of the guards. They were then given their toothbrushes and marched over to the sinks. Afterward the ten boys each had to stand with their mouths wide open while the guards inspected their teeth.

Once they were finally allowed to return to the common room, the boys broke up into small groups. Illya and Alexei quickly found the chess board and started playing. Chris discovered a science fiction book to his liking and sat down at the table to read it. Josh wandered over a few minutes later and took the stool next to him.

"Sorry I didn't team up with you, Chris," the eleven-year- old said after a few minutes of silence between them.

"I'll bet you are," Chris replied, not looking up from his book.

"You mad at me?"

"Kinda. I told mom I'd look out for you, so that's what I tried to do." Chris put his book down and looked at his little brother. "You sold me out. That was real shitty of you."

Josh looked shocked. He'd never thought he might hurt his brother's feelings. "I just wanted to win, Chris. If it'd ended up just you 'n me, you'da kicked my ass for sure."

"And you would've finished second, which you did anyway, right? At least I would have given you a fair chance."

"I just 3; I mean 3; I don't want everyone thinkin' I need my big brother to help me win stuff, you know 3; "

"I was never going to help you win, Josh," Chris said. "If it ever comes down to you and me, I'll do my best to kick your butt, got it."

"Got it," Josh replied. "We're still brothers, right?"

"We'll always be brothers, dickwad."

"You know what I mean 3; we're still friends 3; "

"Yeah," Chris said, lightly punching Josh's shoulder. "That doesn't mean you're not still a big pain in the ass."

Josh smiled. "Talk about a pain in the ass. This thing in my butt's driving me crazy." He wriggled around on the stool, only to feel the metal plug jab him again in that sensitive spot deep inside him. The boy's penis swelled uselessly inside his chastity belt, permanently forced downward by the tight impregnable genital cover. Josh sighed miserably. In a few minutes, his penis would soften completely again, but for the moment, everything felt very tight and very uncomfortable down there.

Chris could certainly sympathize. All the boys could. And yet, for Chris, there was something compelling about having a plug in his butt and a cage around his dick. Something he could not explain or understand. Of course he wanted to jerk off, frantically, desperately, like any other thirteen-year- old boy, but the fact that he was not allowed to, the fact that he could not even touch his own penis held a strange fascination for him. He wondered if some of the other boys were having these same confusing feelings. He was just working up the courage to ask Josh when the guards blew their whistles.

The boys cleaned up the common room in a noisily chaotic and boyishly inefficient manner and were then put into their cells for the night. Once the solid metal doors were slammed and locked, the boys found themselves in almost total darkness. Chris and Alexei bumped into each other several times as they unrolled their mattresses and got ready for bed. There was a strong breeze blowing in through the thickly screened and barred window. It was warm, but pleasant, with the scent of the ocean. The boys lay there on their backs, talking quietly for a while until they both nodded off.

Among the twenty rooms in William Durand's mansion, there was a small one in which Trevor slept. Durand's master suite and several of the guestrooms had closets larger than Trevor's space, but it was more than adequate for a boy slave. It had no windows. It had no door, since the fourteen-year-old had no rights to privacy. It was mostly unfurnished. In the center of the bare hardwood floor was the cage where Trevor slept. It was just big enough for the boy to crawl into on his hands and knees, turn around if needed, and curl up to sleep. Next to the sturdily built cage was the spanking bench where the boy received his morning and evening discipline.

Trevor was on his knees in front of his cage, his hands behind his back, his head bowed. He had been waiting obediently for his master for half an hour.

Durand paused for a moment in front of the open doorway, gazing at the lean, shapely form of the handsome boy inside waiting for him. He felt great affection for Trevor and was not hesitant to show it. However, he was also very strict, and firmly believed that boy slaves required constant discipline and correction.

"Get in position, Trevor," he said in a mild tone of voice.

The boy immediately put himself over the punishment bench, presenting his rear end to his master. The bench had attachments for restraining the boy's wrists and ankles, and a broad belt to strap the boy's torso tightly in place. Durand was in no hurry. He enjoyed this nightly ritual. Leather cuffs were buckled around the boy's wrists and ankles. These were then, one slender limb at a time, locked to the support legs of the bench. Trevor arched his back and stretched, testing his bonds. He then lay perfectly still as his master drew the leather strap over his middle and pulled it tight. A leather bit was then taken from its hanging place on the wall and secured around the boy's head.

"You were late with tea this evening," Durand announced. "And I am not completely happy with the state of your bathroom."

Trevor let out an apologetic "mmmph".

"Yes, dear one, I know you're sorry, but I must punish you. You get double tonight, the last ten with the paddle."

Trevor shuddered involuntarily but quickly composed himself. The boy knew if he made any sign of complaint or protest, it would only be worse. His routine nightly spanking always meant twenty hard swats with his master's bare hand. He'd be getting ten more on top of that, and then another ten with the paddle.

Durand ran his hand gently over the fourteen-year-old's little round butt. It was pearlescent, like fine porcelain, just like the rest of him. With a single finger he stroked the boy's perenium, just behind the spot where his tight scrotum held his tiny little balls. It was smooth and soft like velvet to his touch. Durand could feel a slight hardness there beneath the hairless skin, the only sign that the teenager was aroused. The fourteen-year-old could still become sexually excited, in his own unusual way, even though he had no sex organs to speak of aside from his overactive adolescent prostate. Trevor's small one-inch [2½cm] long penis remained completely and permanently flaccid between his legs. Durand continued to apply gentle pressure to the smooth erogenous flesh. Trevor moaned and purred in obvious pleasure.

"Naughty boy," Durand said in a low voice. He spanked Trevor with solid blows from his open hand, going slowly to allow the boy to feel each one. The sound of the man's hand connecting sharply with the boy's vulnerable flesh echoed in the tiny room. Trevor had learned to bear his master's discipline silently, but not without tears, which were falling in a constant stream by the time the tenth blow reigned down upon his rear end. He was sobbing quietly by the time the thirtieth landed on his now dark crimson-shaded butt.

Trevor watched with wide eyes as his master took the wooden paddle from its place on the wall. It was heavy, with a series of holes to maximize the force of impact. Trevor knew the paddle was normally reserved for only the worst of his offenses, such as breaking something or talking out of turn. He didn't understand why he'd been sentenced to ten strokes.

"You're wondering why you're getting the paddle, aren't you?" Durand asked, showing just a hint of sympathy in his voice for the boy's obvious confusion and fear.

The young teen nodded.

"You are not a little boy anymore, dear one. You are old enough to do your chores properly without being reminded, and you are certainly old enough to be on time. I don't think you will be late again after tonight, will you?"

Trevor vehemently shook his head 'no'.

Durand delivered the first blow. Trevor bucked against his bonds, pulling against the restraints around his wrists and ankles. The second blow caused him to scream into his bit, as did every blow thereafter. By the end, the boy's normally beautiful teenaged butt was a dark shade of purple. Trevor would not be sitting down for quite a while. Durand released him from the punishment bench.

"Into your cage," he said softly, offering the crying boy a brief comforting hug.

Trevor dropped to his hands and knees and crawled into the cage. He was actually rather happy when his master closed the door and turned the key in the lock. At least he wouldn't have to worry about his burning backside again until the morning.

Chapter 17.

"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 3; it's morning, you know 3; it always gets like that 3; "

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 [49kg] 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 [1.67m] 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 [8km] 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 [3km], 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 [800m] 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 3; yes, sir."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir, it 3; 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 [15cm] 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 [20cm] 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 3; on your knees, your little dick hard and leaking 3; "

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 [12½cm] 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 [450g] 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 [450g] 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 [12½cm] 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 [12½cm] 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 [12½cm] 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 [15cm] 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 [20cm] cock pointing menacingly toward the naked thirteen-year-old boy. Chris was a virgin, but he wasn't naïve.

"You're 3; going to put that inside me 3; "

"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 3; 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 [49kg], 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 3; no, please, don't do this to me 3; I'm not 3; I'm not ready for this 3;"

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 [20cm] 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 3; aahhhh, ooohhh 3; please 3; I wanna cummmmm, sir 3; "

"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 3; 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 3; 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 [7½cm] long with a bulbous end. "This is a penis plug. It goes into your piss slit. See how it tapers out toward the top 3; 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 [60cm] 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 [36kg] 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 [60cm] 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 [1.8kg] 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 [5cm] 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 [9cm] 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 3; you know my thing 3; it keeps it from, well, you know 3; " 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.