Scrimshaw & Zelamir

Tribute Boys I:
The Hacienda de los Niños Tributos del Ezzaro

Chapters 7-9

Chapter 7a

Inu and Itu were already in the bath house sharing a shower together. They greeted us with broad grins, their teeth flashing brilliant white in the middle of their small black faces. We ordered them out of the shower and checked them over for cleanliness, it is the responsibility of the older Tribute Boys to keep an eye on the younger, especially when they are scheduled to perform together.

Only their bottoms needed further attention. Jan and I berated them both a little. It was for their own good for Dan Carlos would have a short way with any Tribute Boy who had the impertinence to present himself to him with a soiled bum. Then Jan and I took their place in the showers. I noticed how their two small eleven year old pricks stood erect as they took it in turns to clean each other's most intimate recesses with their tongues.

My own prick too was stiff as Jan and I took it in turn to soap each others down. I did not know what was the more exciting the touch of Jan's firm hands working the soapy water over my body or the sight and feel of his smooth young flesh as I worked on him. With the tips of my index finger I gently traced the livid marks that the overseers whip had left on his golden brown skin. Standing behind him in the shower it seemed to me that they added to the attractiveness of his slim boy's body. I put a hand in the middle of his shoulder blades and pushed gently. Jan moved his legs apart and responding to the pressure of my hand bent forward. I squatted behind him and as the water streamed down his back and over my face cleaned him inside with my tongue. Then it was my turn to stand there under the shower my bottom pushed back, Jan's taste on my tongue, as he in his turn cleaned within me.

We towelled each other dry. Inu and Itu were already spreading almond oil on their, bodies which glistened a deep ebony black. As Jan worked the oil into my body I began to outline the dance routine that I had planned for our Master's entertainment. The three other boys listened intently.

At last Jan and I were ready. Both oiled and me, with my hair braided and little silver bells hanging from the rings set in my nipples, wearing silver anklets and bracelets also hung with tiny bells that jingled whenever I moved.

"You will have to choose the instruments of torture ," Jan said as he applied the finishing touches to the gilding of my nipples. It seemed to me his voice shook as he spoke.

"Yes," I said turning away from him and crossing the room to where a large open cabinet stood containing many boxes of various sizes all bound in the smoothest and finest leather. I was quite sure that the fear showed clearly in my voice.

"I 3; I need to show him I can stand pain but I mustn't choose anything that will mark me too badly or he might decide I am not worth using in a performance."

I reached into the cabinet and drew out a long thin leather covered box. I flipped the lid open. Inside on a bed of purple velvet were arranged a dozen slim round headed needles ranging from an inch to six inches in length, the light glinting on them gave them a bluish sheen. They were long enough to touch the most deeply buried nerve end but so thin as to hardly leave a puncture mark behind. As I looked at them I reflected that on this occasion I had to resist the escape route for which boys under torture usually longed. If I lost consciousness too quickly Don Carlos would decide I was unworthy of further use. I had to struggle to retain awareness, to suffer for as long as I could bear it and if possible beyond.

I shuddered and reached down a second larger box. Inside it lay a long metal rod with a rubber handle at one end and at the opposite a thin pointed metal cylinder. An electric probe designed so that shocks could be delivered deep inside a boy's body as well as on the surface. "I must offer him a third," I said to Jan and took out a much smaller square box. Inside was a small circular metal clamp it's inside ringed with rubber. The clamp could be tightened by adjusting a small screw. I had seen similar clamps used on the estate to attach hose pipes to taps. The intended use for this one was very different.

"You are going to offer him that?" Jan asked a note of horror in his voice.

"Yes I heard him talking to a client about someone who long ago tortured boys in this way only he just used chord round their cocks to stop them peeing. Apparently it causes agony and he said he thought it could be made all the greater by pressing on the boy's tummy when he began to become bloated." I rubbed the back of my hands across my eyes and turned away.

"Will it have time to work?" Jan asked worried. "It's an hour he's giving you."

"While you're there Jan. I don't know what he plans to do with me when you go to your clients." As I said that I saw Jan's face become even more clouded and I realised that I had reminded him of some secret trouble.

"Anyway," I hurried on trying to cover his confusion, "I hope he'll remember I was there when he talked about it and will see I'm trying to please him. Though perhaps he won't. I don't think he notices Tribute Boys much really. And if he wants to use it quickly if he gives me lots of water it should do it and if he puts it on me at least it'll stop me peeing myself when he hurts me and you know how angry he becomes when a boy does that."

It was evening. The time had come for the performance. We set off towards Don Carlos's mansion the two little Negro boys leading tapping on their drums, my following, every movement causing the little silver bells I wore to ring softly and at the back Jan carrying slung over one shoulder a leather satchel . Fear gripped me. Every step I took the tightness in my chest and stomach increase. My legs and arms felt numb but for the next hour my life depended on the strength and agility of my body. We passed through the echoing hall and mounted the great marble staircase to the first floor. In front of us stood the double doors that lead to Don Carlos's room. Two final year Tribute Boys stood on either side of them. As we approached they threw the doors open and we could see the Master himself seated on the dais at the far end of the room. Between him and us was a great expanse of marble floor. Set in it was the charcoal pit with it's glowing red coals the air over it shimmering with the heat. Beyond this was a a further area of open floor in the centre of which a large phallus stood tall demanding and cruel.

The drums stopped beating. Inu, Itu, Jan and I, prostrated ourselves on the floor awaiting our master's commands.

There was a seconds silence and then Don Carlos spoke "Begin."

I started to my feet and as I did so he flipped the large hour glass that stood on the table by his side over. He was giving me the time for my performance.

The drums beat wildly I did a forward flip in the air without my hands touching the ground and came to rest teetering at the very edge of the charcoal pit. I could feel the heat searing my naked body. I quickly threw the two handfuls of incense that I carried onto the glowing coals. The fire flare up high and a clouds of sweetly smelling vapour rose from the pit.

I cart wheeled across the bar to the far side of the pit knowing every second that a single mistake would send me tumbling to an agonising death, roasted alive on the hot coals. Then while the sands ran out of the hour glass until about a quarter had gone I leapt and capered, cart wheeled and back and forward flipped on the narrow bars over the glowing charcoal. Sweat poured from me, my arms and legs ached from the effort but I knew I had to go on. I was the only hope, the only support of my parents, only by pleasing Don Carlos would I do my duty to them. I loved my parents and I loved and feared my Master Don Carlos as a Tribute Boy should love his master. I wished to please Don Carlos both for my parents and for him.

The passage of a quarter of my dancing time was marked by a double roll on the drums. I did two forward flips and was standing on the side of the pit nearest Don Carlos. I held my hands over my head and sank to the floor before him. He gave no sign of approval or disapproval but simply took a sip of wine from the exquisite cut glass goblet he held.

Now the tempo and nature of the dance changed as we Tribute Boys circled the phallus our naked bodies forming a complex pattern of black, deepest brown and gold . Bare limbs, bare bottoms twitched and turned provoking, worshiping the symbol of manhood and mastery. The two little drummers drew back and sat cross legged on the marble floor maintaining a steady rhythmic beat. Jan picked up the phallus. Now the dance became one of pursuit and flight as bending and opening my self I offered myself to the rampant object. Jan advanced the phallus and I fled. He withdrew it and I renewed my invitation.

At last the phallus appeared to grow tired. Jan sank to the floor, his legs straddling the object. He lay back prone the phallus rising from between his legs, a small boy with a mighty cock. Disappointed I drew near trying to excite the object. I went on my knees and kissed it's base, my cheek brushing Jan's bare thigh, my bottom raised and open and invitingly wriggling under Don Carlos's cold gaze. Slowly I raised myself, my tongue and lips caressing the thing.

Still it remained quiescent, uninterested. I rose to my feet turned away from it and bending backwards formed an arch with my body over it. Crab like I turned till my hands were on either side of Jan's feet, my feet on either side of his head. I manoeuvred myself till I could feel the phallus head pushing up against my anus. I arched my body as high as it would go.

Inu and Itu beat the drums to a crescendo and I flipped my hands and feet simultaneously up into the air. For a split second I dropped downwards as though to impale myself on the monstrous artificial prick. Then Jan brought his knees up to break my fall. I sat balanced there feeling the phallus head pressing into me. I thrust downwards with my legs at the same moment as Jan straightened his. I performed a somersault in the air before coming to rest at the base of Don Carlos' dais.

Once again I prostrated myself. Once more Don Carlos sipped his wine.

The hour glass was two thirds empty. I did three back flips. The drums fell silent. I bent slowly backwards so that my hands were pressed flat on the floor at the very edge of the pit. Slowly I raised my feet from the floor then on my hands I walked along the cross bar almost to the centre of the pit. The drums sounded again and I did a series of black flips from bar to bar. I was back on my feet and still and Jan was holding a long heavy plaited whip in his hand he cracked it loudly. Now absolute co-ordination between drums and whip and dancing boy was absolutely essential as Jan cracked the whip at ankle and knee and waist height and I leapt and jumped to avoid it turning and twisting and somersaulting in the searing heat from the coals. I was conscious now only of the beat of the drums, the hiss and crack of the whip and the red glow of the coals beneath me. But still there was more to do.

And then disaster. Drum and whip fell out of rhythm. The lash curled and caught me around one thigh just as I was doing a backwards flip. It knocked me off balance. With an enormous effort I managed to grip the bar with one hand while with the other arm I fought desperately for balance seeming to grasp at the empty air. I wobbled, steadied, wobbled again and then somehow flipped myself back onto my feet. I paused grinned and did two more flips to show it had all been a put on and was once more standing on the cool marble below my master.

This time I thought there was just the merest flicker of a smile on Don Carlos's face as I made my obeisance to him.

There was now but a sixth of the sand left in the glass. Jan stepped forward and stood beside me. In his right hand he carried a sharply curved sword, in his left a light scarf.

He held the sword out horizontally from his body the cutting edge upwards. He dropped the scarf on to it and so sharp was the blade that it severed the scarf. Jan cut at my legs I leapt back. He cut again and again I leapt back. I was back on the bars over the pit and Jan came after me. Now there was no room for pretence as I leapt and jumped to avoid the keen blade. Now Jan cut loose as well. Holding the blade in his mouth as his gyrations competed and matched mine. Finally there was a double roll of the drums and I realised my performance was over and the moment of truth had arrived.

I cart wheeled off the bar onto the floor of the room and then with a single leap landed on the dais before my master. I dropped to my knees forcing my legs wide apart so the my bum and my balls were touch the floor. I clasped my hands behind my neck and with down cast eyes waited my chest heaving for breath.

There was a long pause and then Don Carlos clapped his hands.

"Master. Please Master your slave the boy Mishear begs your permission to proceed to his chosen means of release and Master your slave begs that you should be good enough to give him guidance on that method if it please you Master."

In one movement I threw myself backwards and lay as Don Carlos had commanded with my head hanging back over the edge of the dais my arms thrown wide waiting for his decision.

Chapter 7b

My Dear Don Carlos,

I write in relation to our planned hunting holiday at your establishment. My party will consist of three adults, myself and my two friends Herr Heinrich Kreipe and Docteur Irmfried Eberl and our three sons Carl, Ludwig and Adolf.

The purpose of our holiday is to introduce the three boys who have all just turned fourteen to the excitements and pleasures of the chase. It will be the first time they have pursued such game. On the other hand they have watched many videos of hunts in which their fathers have been involved and are keen to begin themselves. They have all been practising hard and I think may be said to be more than competent in the management of their ponies and lances. Let the game that you produce therefore be fit and fleet of foot. I want the boys by the end of the holiday, I know I speak for my friends, to be well but fairly blooded.

To avoid accidents the fathers will always ride with their sons but will not intervene unless it looks as though the boy has failed to kill or disable in such a way that he can then dispatch his quarry.

We will expect you to provide all the equipment including porters beaters, hunting dogs and so on. The boys will be keen to take trophies from their kills home to show off to their friends so would you please provide a competent skinner and curer.

We wish the boys to experience all the pleasure of hunting and this include the social side. Would you please therefore ensure that a full programme of entertainment is arranged including dancing boys, fighting boys and so on. I would also be glad if you see that a good cook is provided. The boys have been looking forward excitedly to tasting meat from game that they have themselves killed and I do not want them to be disappointed.

You may feel that we are spoiling our boys but what is the point of wealth if you do not use it and it is after all wealth that our sons are the hunters and the wretches provided by you the game.

I found my last holiday with you a considerable success. I have every confidence that this one will also be so. If you have any queries to raise or matters you wish to clarify please do not hesitate to write to me

Yours sincerely
Don Carlos

Chapter 8a

Some thoughts from Don Carlos before he tortures Mishear

What choice will he make for his fate? I have planned that there is just one, gelding would be unthinkable after such a performance as his with the phallus. He will not fight either. This is what I had planned. But first I must take him on a journey further than he has ever been, for him to loose courage in front of his last audience would forever disgrace me. I also have a duty to his father that his son's sacrifice will not be wasted. When a boy looses courage at the last, the crowd leave in haste. Then no bonus then to ensure a peaceful old age. I too have a mission given to me by my father to seek to give every boy in my charge the opportunity for a meaningful Release, and to try to give him the maximum opportunity to beat the 99% odds and win through to a Pardon. Such Pardons are immensely rewarding for both boy and Master, he becomes a media celebrity with all that entails. It is also immensely good for business here!

Those that fail? Well to fail after finding that extra ounce of courage that might have won him through leaves the audience ecstatic and fully drained, what more can a Tribute Boy dream of? All I can achieve is to give a boy a chance, very small but still a chance, and I do succeed considerably better than in 1%! Of course the odds are in my favour as no boy from a poor working master could possibly receive the tuition and training necessary, it usually works out at about two boys each season. I sincerely hope this journey will give him that thing he seeks, the obsession to find that little extra. Indeed my plans are based upon the idea that he can. I also seek relief from my aching penis and testicles, he has succeeded in arousing me to an equally radiant desire, but that will come much later.

I wonder what gifts Mishear has chosen for me to test him with? They are carried by his partner Jan, who now kneels behind his friend, offering up the soft leather satchel. His beauty complements entirely that of dark boy, as a fine white vintage complements the blood dark one. I wonder?

I remember how he came late to me, and how challenging and rewarding my friend John found his breaking, but now he is a total whore, as erect as his friend though some what smaller; all Tribute Boys are the same. Admittedly he is a very skilled one, at nearly a year younger. What I do not understand is the particular type of fear in his eyes, I have never seen such before.

Suddenly, to intense annoyance my secretary slithers in. I fell so angry at the intrusion that I seize the boy's dance sword and make to strike. I check in the face of his screams, no courage these geldings, and give him a brief respite to explain himself. Shaking with fear he hands me the slip of paper that has come in over inter net. I read, I understand, and I see a path that will be deeply satisfying.

"Normally I would have cut your head off for such an intrusion on my privacy, but just this once you have done well. I know how you love to torment little boys, as a reward you can collect Pedro from my bedroom and play with him for a couple of hours, I will not need his services further tonight. But I do want him with all his bits intact in the morning Understand!"

He slithers out to play with his toy.

I go over to the boy Jan and ruffle his hair.

"You too will now have choices to make, answer truthfully."

"Will I sell your Franchise to the couple who you will go to tonight?"

He almost looses the composure of his years of training.

"If it pleases my Master, but please is there another way?"

The fear in his eyes burns as I have never seen in another boy, but now I do understand.

"Yes boy there is, will you fight and kill this boy for me?"

I indicate Mishear who is beginning to look frightened, he does not understand this new game.

"Please No! Master! Anything but that, I would sooner kill myself!"

"Then if I tell you this is the last night you have to play their game, will you come to me tomorrow and beg to accompany your friend Mishear to his fate?"

Now the training does slip.

"Please Master is it true that this can be the last time I go to them?"

"Yes boy it can be, but 3;"

All control departs and he is crying and hugging his thanks to my legs.

"But! You will present yourself to me tomorrow morning with an account of all that has happened to you and will happen to you this night. As well as what you have not told me yet, understand? (You will tell them nothing, just play the game as usual.) Then I will tell you the time and place of your testing. Now dry your eyes you silly boy and give me the instruments of your friend has chosen."

I look on the three boxes with renewed anticipation of the delights they will afford me, such a good choice, he must have overheard and remembered several conversations, I will be certain to give him his reward later, much later.

"Sit up Mishear! So far tonight Mishear and Jan you have pleased me. I am also pleased with you Itu and Ino, you will stay and watch Mishear's testing until the sand runs out, then go to your tasks. If Mishear, you are still conscious you will be permitted to come to my bed until morning, but then you will attend me with Jan and after he has described your ordeal, you will tell us your feelings? Understand?"

"Yes Master"

"Before I proceed with your so carefully chosen toys I will ask you some questions, answer truthfully. Will you choose slavery or freedom after gelding yourself?"

"No Master, I do not wish it."

"Do you think I will release you whole to breed?"

"No Master, I think not"

"Correct boy! Then you have chosen that Death will be you release. Will this be by mortal combat, or quarry hunted in the mountains?"

"Please Master I have not the courage to fight."

"Then you will choose to die by your own hand, or rather I should say by your dance, may you find the courage for that! Judging by tonight's effort it ought to be quite a performance! Are you also content that Jan will share your fate and not disgrace you? I will assure you your father will be well rewarded by your sacrifice, if you can make it last long enough!"

He regards me with love and thanks in his eyes, but lust and fear are there also, I think the lust is winning.

"Yes Master, I am content, please, please, torture me! torture me! oh! please torture me!"

And he falls back into his sacrificial position with a groan, waiting for the agonies to commence. Such a well trained boy! Once more I turn the glass and his second hour commences 3;

Chapter 8b

Don Carlos writes and Jan recounts Mishear's ordeal at the hands of Don Carlos

Overlooking my courtyard I sit as Pedro attends me looking very sorry for himself, his testicles and penis seem much larger than normal, I suspect they have been badly bruised. Outside Sky moans in thirst and makes increasingly frantic efforts to reach the water, he will be in the same state as Pedro by now. But he is broken now and I am a kind man, so I will release him and let him drink a little shortly. After he has run he can attend me in the house and later in the bedroom. Jan arrives, filthy and bloody, and awaits my pleasure. He stands taller now and the fear has gone, I almost detect pride, if such a feeling were possible in a Tribute Boy.

My guests arrive, a man and a woman in their late thirties, Veronica and Roger, smooth, professional and insincere in a way only the English can be. She is a Social Worker, he an Accountant. With them is a very attractive blonde boy of about nine years, Justin, but there is a viciousness and arrogance in his eyes that is not becoming, even in a Free Boy. They sit, suspecting nothing, Jan has played his part well. Smoothly I tell them that it is the management's decision that due to an unfortunate oversight in double booking, they will have to leave today.

I indicate the form, and the disk from the security cameras, "You do realise that using your own offspring for personal services under Tribute Law is a criminal offence? The courts can of course take any siblings into Care as well, I think the boy would not be too happy at that? In the circumstances I suggest you remove the chance of prosecution and Care proceedings by signing over your pension rights and interests in the brat to me, you do notice it is post dated so the disk can no longer be used against you? You will of course be quite happy to sign?

She is no lady in her invective and hate, but when Hassan arrives on cue she does and they take their leave. As she passes Jan she hisses with venom, "You little worthless, ungrateful, little whore, you set this up didn't you? Even after everything I've done for you! I am going to get my hands on you sooner or later and peel the skin off your pretty body, a few centimetres at a time!"

I show no sign of recognising his silent, obscene thrust up single finger at her retreating back. He need have no fear now, she will not follow him where he has chosen to go to carry out her threat. Maybe his fate will be no less agonising to his body, but his mind is now free. I clap and he sits as a good boy should, I do like them dirty and dishevelled, so boyish!

Mishear joins us, very groggy, but equally radiant, I motion him to sit by his first, and his last friend. Dark brown and gold they kneel side by side in front of me awaiting my pleasure, whatever that might be they would obey.

"Jan I suspect you do not fully understand your changed circumstances? Your mother broke the Tribute Law by using you herself so now rather than face prosecution and Justin going into Care she has signed away all her interests in you to me. I am now both your Tribute Master and your Guardian."

He loose all controls and crawls over to my side and hugs my knees weeping uncontrollably, and babbling his gratitude. I stroke his blond hair, down the nape of his neck and caress the smooth golden flesh.

"There, there hush now silly boy it has ended, she will not hurt you again. I will protect you now."

His tears stop, eyes shining so bright a blue with the remaining drops.

"There is more however, I have no need of a pension so I shall transfer yours to Mishear's father 3; Provided that you either die together with him or by some remote chance are both pardoned."

Both boys are stunned by the news, but Mishear reacts first and throws himself on to my legs the other side from Jan.

"Oh Master! How can I thank you enough? Now I can be sure my father will be rich in his old age, and will not have to send little Bahji off to be tribute! I will die happy now for love of you!"

I caress him too, such expressions of love from the heart can not be ignored.

Now Jan; "Beloved Master, I thank you for allowing my death to reward my friend and honour you, I wish my father could see my bravery!"

"First things first boy! I need to hear your experiences in your own words, later I have to test you to assay your worth. So now first Jan, and then Mishear, tell me in your own words everything you have experienced from the moment I turned the hour glass the second time. Jan I warn you everything or else 3;"

Jan Speaks

Strangely these thought are making me more erect than I ever have been. Or is it the thought of what, you my Master, will do to you my friends body? I have always found the sight other boys pain erotic.

Then you rise my Master, you slip the knot and your sarong falls, I marvel at the power of your body and of your erect penis, the end glistens with droplets in the fire glow, as I have often seen this in men in lust.

You takes out Mishears toys and handle each one. To the ring you say

"I think I will use this first, though it will take time to take full effect, but there is a way to speed things up, Ino run and get a 60 ml. syringe from the Games Complex, Itu some red wine and some water from the kitchen. If you are not quick I will use the other two on you, one each!"

As you wait for their return you scratch along the underside of Mishear's straining penis, then you work your strong hand on the sack of testicles, squeezing hard, for the first time Mishear groans in pain. You continue to work his genitals, and then into his anus, other hand caressing the spread thighs.

"Ah so you did penetrate your self then! Was it good?"

Mishear moaned and twisted a little, "Yes Master"

"Well don't make a habit of it, you know the penalty if you make yourself come, and I would miss bridling you a few more times. Would you like me to bridle you and ride you again?"

Mishear is becoming frantic as he twists under your hands and questions.

"Yes Master, please Master, fuck your slave again!"

"We'll see you sexy little whore, we'll see."

Then Ino and Itu come back, and place the things at your hand. You mix wine and water and fill the syringe.

"Itu, Ino, take one wrist each, sit on the floor, legs braced against the dais legs, and when I say pull do it! Jan hold his knees apart."

"Right, hold him still and Pull!"

Mishear shakes his head against the pain in his arms, but screams as you push the syringe into the slit of his penis, and inject the burning mixture into his bladder. You tell me to squeeze him as you refill the syringe, I feel his pain shudder through him, thighs against my belly, as the next dose is forced in. Again unbidden I squeeze his erect penis, it feels so good, but I dare not move my hand up and down it. Four more doses go in, now Mishear threshes against the boys restraining him. His once flat belly is now pushed out by his distended bladder. I squeeze again, enjoying his pain, remembering the pain of the injured boy runner, when I squeezed his bruised penis before my ninth birthday. You come back with the penis ring, roll back Mishears long black foreskin and screw it firmly in position just below the purple head. You order us all to let go of Mishear, as the urine pushes to find a way out he screams again. I will not mention his screams again because from now on until just before the sand ran out he screamed a lot, when ever he could. You firmly knead his belly, the pain must be bad. From his frantic tossings. If it is possible his penis is even harder than before.

"We will leave that doing its work and move on to the next toy you have so thoughtfully provide, Are you ready Mishear?"

"Yes Master, torture me!"

You pick up the electric probe, you go round to Mishears thrust back head, you kneel and he strains towards your rampant penis trying to lick you; to take you into him. You oblige him and with one thrust, you bury your self. He struggles weekly for air, and you touch his nipple gently one at a time, with the electric probe, he cant scream but his bodies convulsions show what he feels. Occasionally you withdraw to let him gasp for air. you tell Ino and Itu to stretch his arms again, I am told to kneel between his spread thighs and press on his swollen bladder every time you touch him. You slowly work his upper body with the shocks, working down ward until you touch the swollen tip of his penis. With a violent convulsion he flails his legs out from under his thighs, and they jerk spastically. You order me to hold his ankles, this is difficult because he is kicking about so much. I struggle to keep him still until the spasm passes. You withdraw, and gaze on the spread body before you, running your hand over the tortured flesh. Mishear is tossing his head about.

"Please Master, don't stop I can take more."

"Yes boy, there will be much, much more." You answer.

"Now boy you will repeat the part of your dance with Jan where you tried to fuck yourself on the phallus, only this time Jan will hold electric probe instead."

Mishear is moving awkwardly due to the pain in his belly and penis, but the lust is still in his eyes as he starts to repeat the dance. At every point he touches the end of the probe he convulses with pain as the shocks courses through him. You have set it to pulse so that sometimes he gets a shock, and sometimes not. Itu and Inu drum frenetically, as aroused as I am by the unrestrained pain and sexuality. When Mishear is arched crab wise above me in the final movement the shorter probe does not touch his anus. When he flips up, and I draw up my knees to catch him it enters him, he can not remain seated on my knees but writhes about.

"Now drop your knees Jan!" You order me.

«Jan turns to Mishear.»

"I do and the probe impales your body, I marvel how deep it goes, and how much more pain you are enduring, you seem to be riding it to new heights of consciousness. You are thrashing in the air but a few moments and I can no longer keep the probe balanced and you fall across me, still impaled. I feel as I have never felt before, your body writhing naked on top of mine, my substitute penis raping you, sends me into the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. I am not sure how long we were in this state, it seemed an eternity, I think I must have passed out."

"Forgive me Master, I will continue," you nod. " When I came too Mishear back on the dais, spread before you, waiting. I glance at my belly and see it is covered with clear liquid, my first come! Not thick and white like the semen of Mishear or the many men I have served, but maybe I will have time for it to happen for me Master?"

"Maybe boy, continue."

The sand has half run. Now you order me to stand at Mishears feet, he his tossing about and groaning, and you stand astride his head, as rampant as ever. You lean and press his lower belly again, and he curls in agony at the pressure.

"Enough I think, you will not perform well with a ruptured bladder. If I left you like this you it would take a long time for the end to come."

"You continue to caress and torture him, I am hard again."

"Well Jan you are his friend what shall we do with him?"

"Please Master, take it off him I do not think he can stand much more."

"But what about all the piss he will release all over my nice clean floor?"

"I know how you hate this, there is only one solution, I do not think Mishear can walk now, even if you gave him permission to go to the toilet."

"If you release him Master, I will try and drink it all."

"Good boy."

I kneel between Mishears thighs again, he raises his head and looks at me with love and relief. I take his tortured penis in my fingers, it feels so good, you remove the penis ring. I lean take him inside me, and let go. The stream is powerful, salt and wine, I struggle to swallow. I must take a breath, squeeze again, this causes him more pain. I release and try to take everything, Mishear bucks his hips trusting into my mouth as his bladder empties. With a groan he goes limp through exhaustion and I stand, I have not been entirely successful, but you kindly order Itu and Ino to lick up the puddles. The unaccustomed wine glows in my belly. You speak again.

"Other than to serve me, what is it you most wish for Mishear?"

"For you to make me come like the first time Master! I want you to come inside me just as much."

"'Very well 3;" You start to stroke his penis, and he strains up to take you inside his throat again and thrusts his hips.

"But you may only come through pain, not this way." You flick the end of his penis and he squeals.

"Do you still wish it?"

"Please Master make me come, please 3;"

You give me the probe and kneel at his head again, Ino and Itu spread his arms, their glistening black bodies straining. You tell me to pass you Mishear's heels and tell him to lock them behind your head. You start thrusting into his throat again.

"Right Jan shove it right up him hard!"

I have an amazing feeling of power as I penetrate him, pulse after pulse of agony flows into his innermost being. How far can a boy be penetrated before something rips inside him? This scene lasts only a few moments and I see his penis start to twitch, and jet after jet of thick white sperm sprays over his dark brown chest and up on to yours. You grunt savagely and come inside him almost simultaneously. You collapse on top of him and unbidden I remove the cruel probe. When you get to your feet Mishear looks almost unconscious, only the wide glazed eyes tell me some part of him is still here. His dark heaving chest is coated with his own semen, yours runs out of the corners of his slack mouth, and down into his braided hair that hangs towards the floor. Time stand still, but the sand still runs.

"I think you have the potential of making a classic performance together, you will need expert guidance. But there is a toy I have not played with yet."

You take out the six needles, my blood runs cold, how much more can my friend take, he is almost unconscious now! There is but a quarter of sand to run. You go over to you carpet and stretch out on your back. Why do you keep such a stained thing, Master, when everything else is so fine? You order Mishear to squat astride you and take you into him. I kneel as ordered at your head. You pull savagely down on Mishear's hips, your dark bush hard against his soft buttocks. Ino and Itu are ordered to take his wrists again and spread him for you. As bidden I pass you one pin at a time, starting with the smallest. I can no longer remember where you thrust them, some you took out and re positioned them. You started with nipples and arm pits, then lips, thighs then into the groin and genitals. The last six inch one you saved and as Mishears screams grew hoarse, his penis started to twitch once more you drove this one full length along the line of the penis into his belly. No screams now but the semen came again and again in great jets. You must have filled him inside as well judging by your cries; He was only just conscious when you rolled him off you and withdrew the pins. You order Inu and Itu to go taking the satchel with them and to make sure the instruments were put in the sterilising chest.

To me you said softer and kinder than I have ever known you.

"Go to your clients Jan, be brave its the last time with them, I'll see you in the morning."

I left to seek what awaited me 3; with the awful fear churning my belly but a glimmer of hope too.

Don Carlos speaks

"You need not continue boy I already know the rest, but you might find it interesting to watch the disk of your activities last night?" He just sobs a little, still hugging me, and even looking shamed, not usual in a Tribute Brat!

Chapter 8c

Mishear recounts his night with Don Carlos

"Master," I said, " Jan begs your pardon but he was hard driven and he has asked me to give you this account that I have written at his dictation about his experiences."

As I spoke Jan began to fall sideways and it was only with difficulty that I prevented him measuring his length on the ground.

Don Carlos took the papers I offered him from me, glanced at them and smiled indulgently.

"Then Master I will tell you of what I remember of my own experiences of last night. If I get things out of order I beg your forgiveness. It is hard for me to remember exactly what happened for the pain was so great."

Mishear tells his story

I had tried hard, my chest heaved as I fought for breath, my body was sticky with sweat for the heat over the charcoal pit had been intense. My thigh burnt where the lash had caught me. I was aware of the ache of my want. I knew my cock was erect. If my dance did not tell you Master I loved you surely my hard little boy's cock would do so, I thought desperately. Of all the rules under which a Tribute Boy has to live the hardest to bear is that which forbids all sex without the permission of the master.

I heard you stand up, your footsteps approach. You were standing looking down at me. I could not breath for fear. Your eyes, expressionless, observed me and then you walked on. Tears of frustration and fear welled up in my eyes but dared not move.

You speak to Jan. You asked him if he would fight me to the death. I almost cried out in my misery not only had I failed but you wanted me to fight my friend, the boy who danced with me, whom I trusted with my life above the burning coals and the cruel phallus. It was not right to be made to fight my sty mate either Jan or little blond Vass the athlete and runner. The three of us shared our lives. We should not be pitted against each other.

I heard Jan's young voice protest that he would rather die and I almost cried out that no he should live and I would die. But then there was an interruption and when You spoke again it was still to Jan but now you were talking of the strangers who chose Jan so often and whose attentions so upset him. I heard you tell Jan that this was the last night he would have to attend them and that rather than fighting me he should share my death. Though I dared not look I could tell that Jan was on his knees in gratitude and my heart sang with joy. To be allowed to die with my friend. No wonder we boys love you when you are so generous.

Now though a new dread approached. The time of my testing had come.

You told me that if I proved myself worthy I would dance my way to release. My heart sang. I had pleased you and Jan and I would achieve our freedom together. I begged you to begin and steeled myself for the pain to come. I told myself I must fight against taking the easy escape of unconsciousness. I knew I must feel and welcome every agony that you chose to inflict on me.

Then Master you came and stood beside me and your hands fondled me. I saw you were naked and your cock rose hard and straight and demanding from the black curled forest of hair at your crutch. The dark blue veins that ran it's length swollen and pulsing as the blood surged through them and the little beads of moisture that had formed at it's tip glinting in the fire light. I had seen your cock before Master both that time, just the once, when you took me and rode me and often about the hacienda and like all the other Tribute Boys wondered at it. But this time Master I felt 3;. Proud that it was me and the prospect of my pain that made it so hard. Please forgive me Master I know that pride is not something a Tribute Boy is meant to have but that is what I felt.

Then you sent Itu or was it Inu to get the syringe from and he brought it to you and you filled it. You had them take my wrists and hold them ad you told Jan to kneel between my legs and hold my knees apart and Jan was hard to ut his cock was tiny compared to yours. Then you took the syringe and pushed it up my cock and the pain began. I don't know how often you pushed it in there but it hurt so much It felt as though some one was pushing a red hot needle up my cock and filling my tummy with boiling water and I heard myself scream.

You put that clamp on my cock so I couldn't pee although I was desperate to go. My tummy was all tight and swollen and you told Jan to press down on it and that hurt awfully.

I brushed the back of my hand against Jan's naked thigh to show him I did not blame him for hurting me. Indeed how could I. He had only been doing as his Master had told him.

The electric prod was in your hand. You came and stood by my head your cock was just above me I strained up to touch it with my lips and you let me take it into my mouth and as I kissed and licked it you stroked my body with the prod causing me to twist and writhe as the electric current tore through me.

Then you gave the prod to Jan and told me to dance to it as I had danced to the phallus. It was difficult Master to dance well with my tummy all swollen and hurting but I did my best and the prod made me move quick when it touched me. At the end when I was arched over the prod my bum balanced on Jan's knees you told him to lower me so the prod entered me and then the current hit me inside and all I knew was pain that filled my body. When Jan pulled the rod out of me and wriggled away and I was aware of more than just the hurt, although the hurt was very bad still, I felt warm wetness on my back and I knew Jan had come while he was under me.

You knelt at my head and told me lock my feet round your neck. You pressed your cock against my lips and I opened my mouth eagerly to receive it. It reached right back into my throat and I thought for a moment I might joke but you pulled back a second and I managed to drag a mouthful of air into my lungs. I felt Jan force the prod into me. He pushed and pushed and the thing went deep into me. Much deeper than the last time deeper than I thought was possible and when the electricity jolted me it felt as hough I was right in the centre of my guts and while you fucked my mouth with your cock Jan fucked my bum with the prod and all the time the agony in my tummy increased as the pressure of the pee inside me increased.

Then suddenly your cock surged deep in my throat and my mouth and throat was full of your juice. I swallowed hard but so much pumped out of you that I could not take it all and it spilled from my lips and ran down my chin.

The prod was out of me but the pain from my swollen belly made me scream and writhe. I heard you speak but all noise seemed to come from a long way off and I could not understand what you said. Then the clamp was taken off my penis and the pee flowed out of me and the pain bated and I became aware of Jan kneeling between my legs his mouth clamped round my cock swallowing hard.

"I hope it tasted good Jan," I said to my friend with a grin and then hurried on as Don Carlos frowned at me.

As I lay there the pee streaming from me. I took a glance at the hour glass. I saw that I had a quarter of my time to go. I had come a long way but my body screamed with pain. It would I knew take everything I had to last the time that remained to me.

You told me to squat over your crutch and you pulled me down onto your prick and it entered me. Fresh waves of pain swept over me as your iron hard rod penetrated my tortured flesh. Mixed with that pain though was a pulsing excitement as your penis probed ever deeper into my body. The screams that were forced from my heaving chest were of pain and ecstasy. I felt your coarse pubic hair pressing against my bum and knew the full length of your swollen prick was sheathed in my body. Then a new and deeper agony engulfed me as you ran the full length of one of the needles into my arm pit. My screams rose in volume as you methodically pierced the tender est areas of my body with those cruel steel probes. I was engulfed in waves of pain. I no longer knew where the needles were being thrust just that the agony was unbearable bust must be borne. I seemed to be floating away from my body but still I felt the pain and with the pain an ever rising excitement. Then the damn burst within me I felt your cock surge and in a series of enormous spasm while my bum muscles pumped convulsively and jets of cum sprang from the tip of my own hard little prick.

You pushed me away from you and I rolled onto the floor whimpering. My whole body hurt and though the torture had ceased the pain was still intense. But despite the pain I was happy, happy that I had given my Master pleasure and happy that I had survived my ordeal.

There was a murmur of voices and then silence. How long I lay there I do not know but at last you were with me again. You were still naked but from the clean smell that came from your body you had bathed. I on the other hand was still covered with sweat, cum, both my own and yours and Jan's clear boy's fluid, and blood.

I think Master you must like your boys grubby. You lifted me from the floor and pressed your lips against mine. I threw my arms round your neck and held tight to you opening my lips to allow your questing tongue to probe deep into my mouth. You carried me into your bedroom and lay me face down across a pillow on your great double bed. Instinctively I opened my legs and pushed my bum upwards. You did not enter me straight away but took some cream on the tip of your finger and began to work it between the lips of my anus. I felt the cool cream soothing the hurt there. Then you knelt between my legs. I felt the tip of your cock pressing against my hole. I pushed my bum up further eager to have you inside me once again. Very slowly almost gently you entered me. Despite my sphincter tightened but you pushed steadily downward and the moments unintended resistance was overcome. I felt excitement rise in me and I began to move my bum trying to draw you ever further into me. Then once again I felt your pubic hair against my flesh and I was fully impaled. Now you began to work your swollen cock inside me and I writhed and squealed in excitement as your thrust increased in frequency and violence. Then once more there was that moment of total abandon when your cock pumped your juices into me and my own body convulsed.

I woke later and although you were asleep your cock was hard once again pressing into the crack of my bum. I twisted round and wriggled down the bed and took your cock into my mouth tasting my own shit and your dried cum. You hardened but before you came you woke and grunting a command to me made me roll once more onto my belly and took me again in the bottom.

You took me again just before you rose for breakfast. Then you kissed me and told me I was a good little whore and sent me on my way.

"And Master," I hurried on speaking fast so he could not stop me and looking up earnestly into Don Carlos's stern face, "Master could you fuck Jan before his release too, Master. I know that he loves you and he'll be just as good a little whore as me Master. Please Master."

To my relief Don Carlos was not angry. Instead he reached down and ruffled our hair. What a touching scene we must have made, two hurt and abused little boys being comforted by their beloved Master. Those who question the Tribute System, even a brat hears the whispers, should realise the care a Master gives to the likes of us. How else can we develop our full potential and fulfil our destiny, our Karma?

"We shall have to see," he said but as I told Jan as we lay together later that meant he would if he succeeded in his ordeal and we agreed we were lucky to have so good and generous a Master

Now though Don Carlos told us to rest and we settled down nose to tail in the sand at his feet our tongues cleaning and soothing the soreness in each others bottoms. Until sleep overcame us both.

Later, much later, we woke.

"Mishear," Jan asked, "what instruments should I take to Don Carlos for my torment?"

"What ever you fear the most among those that will not mark you visibly," I replied. "I'll help you if you want."

Chapter 9

Jan's misery

In searching the archives I came across six or so sheets of unevenly written somewhat crumpled foolscap paper. On examining these it became apparent that it was an account written by Mishear on the basis of information provided by Jan of the last night the latter spent with the two mysterious strangers who had so frequently requested his services of Don Carlos. The narrative was disjointed and somewhat confused. To make sense of the document I have rewritten it so what follows is my version of an account written by Mishear of an experience of his sty mate Jan.

I would not attach too much blame to Mishear for the deficiencies in the original document. In the first place while Don Carlos sees that all his Tribute Boys are taught to read and write their instruction does not extend much beyond that certainly not to the finer points of composition or the organisation of complex material. Boys who are due to be released before their fifteenth birthday will have little use for such skills and there are things more important and relevant to their condition in which they should be schooled, endurance obedience, the ways in which a boy can give pleasure to a man and so on. Further more at the time it was written both boys had been hardly used and were tired and very sore.

Nor was the place where they rested well suited for writing or indeed anything else but the sleep of an exhausted and hard driven boy. The sties the boy's live in look attractive enough from the outside but within they are spartan in the extreme. A concrete floor a wooden sleeping bench with three small boxes stored below where the boys can keep their meagre personal belongings. Otherwise apart from the slop bucket and the irons set in the wall in case of need and the ubiquitous ctv in the interior is bare. In winter Don Carlos allows a scattering of fresh straw each night to give the boys some warmth. In the summer such a luxury is denied them. They sleep on the wooden platform floor getting warmth from each others bodies.

I can picture the scene now the two boys, one dark the other fare, their bodies baring the marks of the previous night's grievous mistreatment, stretched by side on the concrete floor. Outside the sun shines brightly and the air is loud with the buzz of insects. Inside it is hot but gloomy. The water from the mornings scrubbing has long evaporated from the concrete floor. The boys drift in and out of consciousness as they struggle to describe for their master the horror to which Jan had been subjected.

Jan had hurried from Don Carlos's chamber his mind in turmoil from the scenes and emotions he had experienced. He was a little fuddled from red wine he had drunk in Mishears urine and he felt emptied after experiencing his first full orgasm. He would have felt these things but not analysed them. Tribute Boys are creatures of emotion not given or indeed capable of extended rational thought.

In the changing rooms he selected the clothes he had been instructed to wear. The briefest of shorts, leather sandals and a fine line jerkin, the clothes of a rich free boy, the clothes he would have been wearing if his mother had not refused to pay his tribute money. Clothes he was now being required to wear so that he could be mocked and humiliated. The cloth about his body must have felt strange after years spent barefoot and naked.

He would have been aware of the cruel mockery of him implicit in requiring him to wear such garments. He would have been aware too of how restrictive the cloth about his body and the shoes on his feet felt. Perhaps he had at that moment a vague dreadful suspicion, that for him and his like true freedom, the freedom to be himself, lay in being a Tribute Boy. On the other hand probably not. It is wrong to ascribe to the little brutes our own thoughts and feelings. Either by nature or as a consequence of their treatment they are much nearer the purely animal than we are.

All this he would or could have felt instinctively, without spelling out the thoughts even to himself but nevertheless adding to the chaos and misery that enveloped his mind.

On leaden feet he crossed the sand and lawns to the bungalow where his tormentors awaited him. He did not knock on the door but walked in as he had been instructed.

The Video disk starts running 3;

It shows a room in one of the Guest Bungalows. The room is comfortably furnished, a tiled floor with rich rugs subdued lighting, luxurious furniture. The sort of room Jan would have been accustomed to if he had remained a free boy but which as a Tribute Boy he was allowed to visit only when selected as a play thing. This was so at first glance at least. Closer inspection would have shown that the furniture was a trifle more solid than usual, that there were rings discreetly fitted in various strategic place to the floor and walls and indeed ceiling to which boys could be shackled if necessary. That the paintings although skilfully executed were a trifle more explicit than one would expect in a private drawing room.

Sitting alone on a settee was a man, he is dressed only in a black leather waistcoat. Of course in these enlightened days total or partial nudity is unremarkable. He looked up and smiled as Jan entered. How the boy had come to fear and hate that smile.

"Ah Jan how was school today?"

"Very good Uncle Roger," the wretched boy mumbled.

"I didn't catch that Jan. Come over here and stand by me. I will be able to hear you better then."

The boy moved reluctantly towards the man.

"Right up beside me Jan," the man lent forward and grabbing the boy by his wrist pulling him closer.

"Now Jan I asked you how you did at school. You're going to tell your Uncle Roger aren't you.?"

The man's voice mocked the boy. He slipped his hand up the back of the boy's thigh under the edge of his brief shorts and squeezed his bottom.

"It went very well Uncle Roger," Jan sounded on the brink of tears.

"Really can I see how good you are at history then Jan?

"Tell me what battle was fought in 1815."

History is not taught to Tribute Boys. What point is history to those who have no future? Jan mumbles miserably and the man laughs lightly.

"Well you're not doing too well are you?"

The man's thumb began to push into Jan's crack. The boy stirred uneasily. He desperately didn't want to get excited but he could feel himself hardening despite himself.

"Let's see well you'll know this one Jan. What war started in 1914?"

It always begins like this a little play acting during which the man humiliates and confuses the boy.

Jan mumbled something and the man sighs with exaggerated patience.

"You should have known that Jan. You really should. What about the War of 2061 I bet you do not even know that was to liberate free citizens from the burden of the poor and stop them breeding like rabbits in their filth!"

Of course this is the one piece of history every Tribute Boy is taught!

"I'm beginning to think you're good for one thing only."

Suddenly the man drove his unlubricated thumb deep into the boy. Jan screamed at the cruel invasion.

"What's the matter Jan? I thought perhaps that would make your mind work better. Now let's see 3;," and the merciless inquisition resumed as the man worked his thumb inside the sobbing boy. Jan humiliated and in pain was still aroused by the man's constant probing. Suddenly he could restrain himself no longer and a great gush of boy's cum jets from his penis spreading a large damp patch across the front of his shorts.

"You filthy boy," the man shouts and the door of the sitting room opens and in came the women who is Jan's mother, she is naked except for a studded belt and choker of black leather. With her is a small blond boy who is his half brother Justin. Jan begins to cry in earnest for he knew now the real pain would begin.

"What ever is the matter Roger?" The woman demanded.

"Oh Veronica darling here's Jan just back from school and I was asking him about his work and look what the naughty little lad has done," the man said jerking his thumb clear of Jan's anus with a force and abruptness that sent fresh waves of agony through his body.

"He's not fresh back from school. I saw long ago he was a no good useless little whore so I sent him off to be a Tribute Boy. Look at the brand on his bum. He was not a good little boy like Justin, so he had to suffer didn't he?"

Jan starts weeping, all the awful memories retiring to him in confusion.

"Come on Justin, take his shorts off and see his brand, he's not your big brother at all!"

The boy grips the waste band of Jan's shorts and pulls them abruptly down over his hips ripping off the fasteners. He is smirking, and his own very brief black leather shorts, his only garment, do not conceal his immature erection.

"Why yes 3; That explains it," the man said tracing the deep lines incised in the flesh of Jan's rump by the hot iron. "You did quite right my dear. You can see by the way the tart came all over his shorts that he's only fit to be a Tribute Boy. He must be very grateful to you for spotting his true nature and allowing him to follow his filthy animal urges."

"Get down on your knees Jan and thank your kind Mummy for making you into a Tribute Brat."

The man grabbed hold of Jan by his balls and squeezing and twisting them viciously pulled sharply downwards. Jan collapsed to his knees sobbing. The man kept a tight hold of his testicles.

"Come on I want to hear you NOW," the man pulled again

"Ow Oh please Sir Pleeease. Mother."

"MUMMY you ungrateful little shit."

"Oh Oh Mummy. Thank you Mummy 3;.."

"For recognising my true nature 3; Come on brat or do I have to pull your balls off by the roots 3;"

"Sir 3; Oh sir 3; Please 3; For recognising my true nature 3; And making me a Tribute Boy 3;"

"That's better, now dear do sit down, shall we have something to eat?"

"Yes darling but it would be nice now that we're together as a family once more if things were just a little bit more romantic don't you think? That overhead light is a little bright. Candle light would be nicer but there's no candle holder."

Oh we can easily overcome that. I'm sure your son in gratitude for all your kindness to him will willingly serve the part."

"Come on now Jan face down on the coffee table and spread your arms and legs. Quickly now." The man clouted Jan across the side of the head. "Come on you won't make me tell you a second time if you know what's good for you. That's better."

The coffee table was stoutly built and at each corner were discreetly placed irons that could be used to hold a boy in place while his betters amused themselves with his body. The man clamped these irons about Jan's wrists and ankles. Then he picked up a thick but fairly short red candle from the side board. He jammed it viciously into Jan's bottom.

"Don't make a fuss boy do you begrudge a little discomfort to please your mother after all she has done for you." The man said twisting the candle downwards as Jan fought desperately to hold back his screams.

"Now do you have a match dear. Thank you so much. There we are it's alight now." Carelessly he dropped the burning match onto Jan's bare bottom.

"Stop that noise brat, I've warned you already." A thick strap cut down across the back of Jan's thighs.

"We're ready for our meal now, I told the house boy to bring a goats cheese soufflé and a bottle of Chateau Brunaire across from the house. The 75 vintage I though we might spoil ourselves on such a happy occasion."

"Ah here he is now. Put the soufflé dish on the table brat, quickly now."

Jan heard the crack of leather against bare flesh and a squeal of pain as the house boy caught it with the strap for hesitating. Then an agonising burning pain as the hot soufflé dish was rested on his bare shoulders.

"That's it." The man shouted as Jan screamed. "I'm not taking any more of this from you, you ungrateful little tyke."

Jan heard the leather strap whistle through the air above him and second later it cracked down across his thighs driving the breath out of his body. Over and over again the man brought the belt thudding down until, deep in a red sea of pain, Jan lost all count.

"Darling do stop now," Jan heard his Mother's voice speaking from a great distance, "the soufflé will spoil 3;"

The two adults settled down to eat and chat and enjoy the rare Medoc, between them sits the small boy, they occasionally feed him choice morsels, even sips of the wine. All the while the wretched boy lay spread-eagled and whimpering on the table. For a short time Jan felt that his condition could not get worse and then a new pain and a new terror assailed him. The hot wax was running down the burning candle and onto the lips of his anus. He moaned and writhed at the pain.

"For heavens sake Jan," his mother snapped have you no consideration for others. Lie still your spoiling our meal. I'll teach you to fidget," with that she stabbed her fork into Jan's rump in the crease where his buttocks joined his thighs.

"Justin dearest, do try that and stop your no good half brother making such a fuss!"

The little boy needs to second biding and jabs his fork into the soft flesh between the ball sack and the anus, then he shamelessly rubs his small but very erect cock.

"He does make a fuss about the slightest thing, doesn't he?" the man remarked. "Come and sit beside me dear you're so far away. And you too Justin, you can play with mummy and daddy as well. Do take off those shorts they do get in the way so."

There was a rustle of movement and then whispering and the sound of kissing and the unmistakable moans of lust both adult and child.

Quite apart from the pain from the molten wax Jan was now becoming conscious of the heat from the candle flame.

Time passed and the pain became more intense.

"Darling," the man's voice said, "shall we three go into the bedroom?"

There was a rustle of movement as the two adults stood up and began to walk door. Jan cried out in terror.

"What ever is the matter with that wretched boy?"

"I don't know dear. Listen brat you call out or anything and disturb us and I'll flay the flesh from your back with this strap."

"Please Sir, Please Sir, don't leave the candle burning in me PLEASE," Jan cried desperately.

He heard his mother giggle and then the bedroom door closed behind her and her boyfriend.

The heat from the burning candle grew more intense as time passed. Desperately Jan hurled himself about on the table trying to dislodge the candle from his bum but the bonds holding him in place were strong and all he did was to cut the flesh on his ankle and wrists. At last he could stand the pain no longer and he began to scream hysterically. In his terror he peed himself.

The bedroom door opened and he heard footsteps. He senses the boy stand behind him, then feels the warm salt urine stinging the burnt flesh. The boyish giggles are joined by the sound of a man's laugh and then another stream of warm fluid hits his rump and douses the candle which is then ripped from his bum. The irons holding him in place were loosened, and he is unceremoniously rolled on to the floor.

"Oh daddy, I just have to have a shit!"

"Well Justin dear just use the Brat, it will clean it up afterwards, that's all it's good for!"

Jan watches in revulsion, he knows that his Master finds such activity offensive, it is one of his very few prohibitions on the Hacienda. His half brother squats over his face, strains, the realises the nauseous heap, some runs on to the fine rug.

"Get on with it Brat and clean up your better, then that awful stinking mess you've made!"

Jan had to spend the next hour or so first cleaning the little boy's arse with his tongue, then licking the urine and the faeces from off the floor and off the coffee table. All the while his mother and her boy friend sat watching. Occasionally they fondle the little boy's penis, occasionally encouraging him with the strap. After that the man brutally raped the whimpering boy in front of his mother, who is being brought to orgasm by both the debauching of her older son and the enthusiastic ministrations of her younger one. For Jan the agony of this being increased by the way the candle had scorched his anus. Then with the day just beginning to dawn they threw him out of the bungalow remarking that they did not want their rest further disturbed by his blubbing.

The disk fades to blank 3; 3;

It was there huddled on the grass lawn that he was found by Karl, the Head Gamekeeper, on his early morning rounds. Not a completely unkind man he encourages the boy on his way to keep his rendez vous with his Master. Wrinkling his nose in disgust at the blood and faeces befouled brat he orders him to take a long swim in the sea as he runs the length of the beach towards the main house.

Jan in shock from watching his own abuse; part of him is filled with revulsion and hate for his abusers but the other part is erotically aroused; He wants his Master who he so loves to take him now despite the pain. He whimpers pushing as close as he can to Don Carlos, who caresses him in return.

"Hush now boy, you can now forget and concentrate on your future 3;. Let me hear from Mishear now."

Jan feels overcome with emotion that his Master is so kind and understanding to a worthless boy. He whispers barely audible. "Master I feel my heart fill with love for you, Oh please, please let me be worthy of having such a Master."

The document then ends with a series of breathless boyish thanks and expressions on devotion to Don Carlos for freeing him from the thrall of his hateful mother and her evil boy friend.

Here I must remark on how fortunate I have been to have had the opportunity to work for Don Carlos and to observe for myself the way he can both break the spirit of a boy and at the same time win that boys love. A love that in the nature of things will never be reciprocated for the boy's are but whores and little better than animals.

Indeed it may be that here lies the explanation for the unprecedented events at the festival. Jan had been well broken. It had been a long and painful process but the job had been done in time. He loved Don Carlos. It is clear however his Mother and her hateful friend raised memories from the past that confused and worried the poor child. He hated and resented the pair of them. But hatred and resentment are not emotions proper to a Tribute Boy. Fear, terror and love that is what a Tribute Boy should feel and that indeed is what Jan felt for Don Carlos but there were these other feelings that confused the boy.

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