Scrimshaw & Zelamir

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

Chapters 10-12

Chapter 10

Don Carlos speaks

I realise I have been quite remiss. Christopher's letter and discussions with Maurice indicate that they do not understand my philosophy and methods entirely. If the one is going to lead one day and the other to make a full contribution they need do know more. Also for my friend Magic and Zelamire I have not adequately described the Hacienda and the facilities it offers, particularly those so that I can realise the full potential of my considerable investment in boy flesh. I apologise but my mind has been taken up with Christopher's initiation, the Hunt, and the Summer Festival. Choosing which boy will perform in which event will be difficult but I will send Maurice the Programme and my suggestions to see if he agrees, he can come and see me any time like all staff. I will now attend to all of this, but first I need a piss, I think Sky will be quite thirsty by now. Then I will release him, he will be touchingly grateful for both. I will not ride out this morning so he can attend me with Pedro, neither are on peak form this morning. Perhaps I should write a book?

Don Carlos continues

Umur Patel considerably broadened my education, his practical demonstrations were always entertaining, especially the frequent climaxes that resulted. Many of his boys I used when I was resting after my field work, most did not work for some time after, a couple not at all.

One day he told me that he had a group of four who had asked for release, they would not fight in the village square as normal, so he suggested they just hang themselves for my entertainment. They filed on to the veranda and dutifully prepared their own ropes over the beams. They knew to get the length just right he said. Just high enough so they can scrabble the floor with the big toes after the neck had stretched a little, makes it last longer. The boys stood there slave collar replaced by rope collar. I saw their eyes, only fear was there, bodies glistening with the sweat of terror, shook. They would do anything for Umur, but only because they had been taught agonising day after agonising day to fear him so much.

It was this I saw in Jan's eyes, but now it is gone.

Umur clapped and in unison they stepped off their chairs, small boys pulled these clear. A chorus line of dancing naked brown bodies proved highly erotic, even more so when in their death agony one after another a penis strained upwards them fountained out spurt after spurt of creamy semen. One boy, the smallest, lasted over 30 min before the brown toes stopped trying to find a purchase on the rough wood, slimed with his own fluids. That night my boy was ridden as hard as any described by Burton, images of those struggling boys before my eyes, as his small body struggles under my thrusts. In the dawn I realise what was missing, like the Chinese boy concubine they had to be prepared to die for love.

Spain with all its tradition of blood, honour, sexuality and love epitomised in the Bull Ring would be one of the places to transform the Tribute Boy system into an art form, not an economic and demographic imperative. There are others equally excellent, Japan for instance with its revived cult of boys vassals to Samurai Tribute Masters, has come up with some very extreme variants. My philosophy is simple, like a good horse you break them with care and provide for their well being, but you expect everything from them in return.

This meant that unlike many places where Tribute Boys are kept, mine have pleasant surroundings, a certain amount of leisure and education as well as training. Their pain, their sexuality, and finally their death is what brings me my income, all these things give me great personal satisfaction as well. But why make them suffer in the times they are not doing these things for you and your clients, especially if that leads to a diminishing ability to perform what they are paid to do. Also I have a duty to the boys guardian, and to the Franchising Authority to maximise everybody's investment; Also these privileges make a boy love his Master, he can be controlled as easily by their withdrawal as by the whip. He must feel he is privileged to be my Tribute Boy, I make sure they see how some fare in the city with poorer masters. I do remind them that such boys provide only the most miserable of pensions for their families, where as mine can expect comfort, even wealth for their families. But everything lies in how you break him.

There is another reason for the good conditions the boys enjoy here when I permit it. My clients can go to a Tribute Master in any of their teeming cities and do whatever they like with his miserable brats, provided they can pay! Neither do they want to pick their boys out from some of the hovels I have seen. Here they see beautiful boys in fine grounds, on the beach, or in the mountains. They can fantasies about being in love with them, or what a good life they are lucky to have, if a short one. They still use the boys in every imaginable way, but they feel good about doing it. They pay well for it, but they pay even better to come and see the beautiful little boy they have played on the beach with, then bedded for the past few summers, in the Bull Ring a Muros in his death agonies, smooth brown body all ripped and broken.

For the boy his sense of love, obedience, honour, duty, must take him to his death willingly. His only hope is to perform with honour, perhaps to endure to be the winner, maybe allowed one last orgasm, then spread before his beloved Master be permitted to slice first genitals then belly. His glazing eyes will gaze on his Master with love. Very occasionally the President judges a performance not just exceptional, no less is expected, but one that will be forever remembered. In that case The President may stay the boy's hand either before or after the first cut. If before, the boy pledges his first two sons to his master, he does so with tears of joy and gratitude in his eyes. When the time comes, tell him and he will slit their throats for love of you, if that is what you wish. The only boy a Tribute Master can love is one that has proved himself in that way, but by then it is too late. The first to give my house this greatest of honours was Juan, who danced so divinely in front of so many bulls as his wounds and agonies increased. Old men in the bars of Muros still want to congratulate me about it. There were a few after him, but not many. Their sons will come when it is the time.

Christopher must come to understand these things, that is why before I accept him as my heir I have asked so much of him. If he can endure his own pain and ordeals, can train his boy to unquestioning love and obedience, and then comfort the lad in his final agonies after the boy had obediently slit his own belly for that love; then he will be worthy. He must do this without being emotionally involved himself. First he must understand about what a boy will do for love, maybe Jan can show him?

Tribute Boys are not inferior to free boys as some think they are just the same, that is why their sacrifice is so deeply satisfying.

Chapter 11

Preparations for the Carnival. A teacher - Maurice - tells the story

This sty however was occupied by three boys well into their tribute time. The youngest was in his fifth year and by then generally the boys were reconciled to their lot. Indeed this particular three were generally lively and cheerful. Usually I would have expected to hear whispering together with the occasional giggling as I approached followed by a sudden guilty silence when I 'accidentally' scraped my foot against the ground to warn them that I was about and they had best be quiet if they didn't want me ducking inside and warming their bottoms with my strap.

There was another half smothered sob and reluctantly for I had hoped for an early night, ducked through the low door to investigate. In the dim light from the low powered bulb set in the roof I could see a single young boy lying naked on the sleeping bench. He was facing the wall and so sunk in misery that he had not heard me enter.

I shook my head and sighed to myself. I knew the boys in summer commonly choose to sleep without bedding curling up together to get warmth from each other's bodies choosing not to use their sarongs so as not to dirty them. That worked all right when there were two or three together but this boy lying by himself would have cold added to what ever emotional miseries were bothering him. If he had wrapped himself in the sarong he would have at least have had some warmth but he had scorned this and the length of cotton no doubt was lying immaculately laundered and pressed inside his box under the bench with his other meagre personal possessions.

I reached out my hand and laid it on the child's bare thigh. His flesh was cold to my touch. I felt him tense then he twisted round and relaxed when he recognised me.

"Vass," I said identifying the boy by his platinum blond hair, "not Jan. All alone tonight then?"

"Yes Sir, Mishear and Jan were both summoned by Don Carlos but I wasn't." He sniffed loudly again.

'So the time had come for Mishear's testing and Jan has been summoned to watch and assist,' I thought. I knew it would be a time of terror for both boys and of acute suffering for Jan but I also knew that to point this out to Vass would be no consolation to him in his loneliness and despair. They had been chosen, he had not, by the man they loved above all others. That was what had moved the little whore to tears of real misery.

I shifted my hand slightly up the back of his thigh so that it was resting on the curve of his bottom the tips of my finger pressing gently into his crack. He wriggled appreciatively.

"Come on Vass," I said cheerfully, "that's not the end of the world. There's plenty of times you've spent the night away from here. You're as popular a little tart as any on the Hacienda."

"Do you think so really Sir?" He said eagerly. "You see I'm the only child and we're very poor. I must make lots of money or my Mum and Dad will starve when they're old."

"Don't worry," I said reassuringly tightening my grip on his little bum. "You've done pretty well up to now and I bet you'll make a lot more before you're released. Do you want to do anything in the carnival this year."

"Yes Sir. I thought may be Don Carlos would let me run in the morning boy coursing Sir. I'm a good runner and I've been training when ever I can. I hope he'll let me gain my release in the boy coursing too in the end. I think I've got a good chance to run the whole course and boys who do that make a lot of money don't they Sir?"

"Yes they do Vass. I'll tell you what. Don Carlos hasn't said anything yet but I'm sure he'll be thinking of entering boy's for the carnival soon and he's certain to talk it over with me when he does. I'll mention you to him."

"Would you Sir 3; Oh thank you Sir."

"I wouldn't do it if I didn't know you really were a good runner, Vass," I said amused at the boy's gratitude. Indeed I had noticed him more than once during the boys early morning run always the first among the fifth years and often well ahead of most of the sixth and seventh year boys. I was sure he would not let me down.

"Now," I continued. "You'd better come along with me. I can't have my recommendation for the junior boy's coursing getting a cold in the head."

"Oh Sir 3; Thank you Sir," the little lad said swinging his legs over the side of the bench and springing eagerly to his feet.

I ducked out of the sty and set off towards my bungalow. I could hear Vass's bare feet padding along close behind me. A small cool hand was slipped into mine. I smiled quietly. Don Carlos had often remarked to me how boys had to attach themselves to somebody in authority and how that could be turned to advantage in managing them. He was quite right of course, as he was about most things when it came to the exploitation of boys.

I lent back in my chair enjoying the feel of the cool morning air against my bare skin. I had finished my breakfast and Vass having feasted royally on my scraps was kneeling between my legs his face pressed into my crutch cleaning it of the filth left from the night's fun before I had a shower. I glanced down at his blonde little head as his quick tongue and soft lips teased my cock and balls. I felt myself harden and Vass looked quickly up at me a smile of pleasure on his face. I put my hand on the top of his head and gently pressed down. The boy grinned and burying his face between my legs returned to his task.

At that moment Sky walked into the room. He stood just inside the dining room balanced on the balls of his feet his right leg slightly advanced, back straight, head bowed and hands open loosely by the side of his thighs. I was glad to see that he was beginning to profit from the schooling he was receiving from Don Carlos. Very few boys failed to do so. I noticed that he had known better then to knock before entering. To have done so would have been a solecism of the first order which even I in my currently relaxed state could not have overlooked. It would have suggested that there were things that I would prefer a mere slave boy not to see, as if what a slave boy saw or did not see was of any importance at all.

It was clear that Sky had been sent with a message for me but I had other priorities on my and I let the boy wait.

I leaned back in my chair and looked down at the Vass's flaxen topped head pressed against my crutch. It's movements became more rapid and vigorous as my cock hardened and Vass redoubled his efforts to bring me to a climax. Over and over again with increasing tempo he ran his lips along my rod's full length taking it right down into his throat whose sides pressed convulsively against it before leaning back to snatch a lung full of air retaining only it's tip in his mouth. Lips tongue and throat were all used to excite me. I felt myself on the verge of coming and placing a hand on the back of his head I pulled it hard into my body. My cock jerked and I began to pump great gouts of man's juice into his throat.

Vass swallowed desperately. I released my hold on his head and he pulled back. He looked up into my eyes cum dribbling down his chin a triumphant smile on his face and then he bent back again to lick at the tip of my prick from which cum still dribbled. No doubt he was fearful that he would get a beating if he allowed my floor to be soiled.

"Well what is it boy?" I demanded of Sky.

"Sir, please Sir, Don Carlos's complements and could you join him for coffee at 11 o'clock for a general discussion of the arrangements while he is away at the Balkan slave market and could you please bring the Tribute Boy Cheung with you."

"Damn," I said that means finding Cheung and he could be pretty well any where."

"Sir," Vass said apparently satisfied that he had drained me for the moment at least, "I think you will find him at Mr Anthony's, Sir. Mr Anthony was using him for some electrical experiments."

I laughed. What it was to be young and keen. I could remember when I was young Anthony's age and always involved in research instead of just content to enjoy myself.

"Thanks Vass," I said glancing at my watch. "It's half past nine now so there's ample time for a shower go and turn it on for me. You can share it too and then come with me to Don Carlos and I'll speak about you running in the junior coursing."

"Oh Sir, thank you Sir," Vass cried jumping to his feet. As he left the room he gave his pert little bum a provocative wriggle. I wondered if I would manage it again. I had a good hour and I thought I probably would.

"Tell your Master that I will be with him at eleven." I said to Sky dismissing him.

Before setting out to Anthony's bungalow I called Vass to me and entered four very well deserved credit points in the counter attached to his collar.

It was clear from the shrill screams that we could hear long before we reached his place that Anthony was busy with his researches. I found him in the yard at the back of the bungalow. He had Cheung strapped prone on his shoulders on a stout picnic table, his ankles pulled back so that his knees were raised and parted. an electrode suspended from a wire just an inch or so above the junction of the boy's legs. Cheung had stopped screaming for the moment but he was clearly beside himself with terror his almond eyes wide and glazed with pain a white froth running from between his lips. That it was sensible of Anthony to conduct his experiments out of the house was shown by the pool of yellowish fluid under the table. The boy had clearly peed himself.

"Sorry to disturb you Anthony," I said I am afraid I have to take Cheung from you. Don Carlos wants him."

"Oh very well," Anthony said resignedly, "I can have him back to work on later, I suppose."

"Of course you can unless Don Carlos has something else in mind for him. What precisely are you trying to establish anyway."

"Oh it's an idea of mine to do away with the need for cock rings for these boys. You know the problem. Boys go so much more often and quicker than adults and we fasten cock rings to slow them down and keep them stiff longer. I thought we could achieve the same results by the use of aversion therapy and it's working." Anthony spoke with all the enthusiasm of a young man.

"That electrode there, over the boy's cock is live. Every time he gets an erection his cock touches the electrode and he gets a good strong jolt of electricity. Well I've brought him to an erection fifteen times this morning with my finger up his bum and the time taken to achieve an erection has increased from 8.45 to 15.76 seconds. Look I'll show you."

He advanced on the boy.

"Please Sir Please," Cheung begged miserably.

"Do stop making such a fuss boy. Don't be a cry baby now," Anthony snapped pushing his finger into the poor child.

Cheung moaned and wriggle but in the end he could not deny his nature. His little boy's prick hardened and rose and touched the electrode. Cheung screamed hoarsely his body twisting as the current surged through him.

"There you are," Anthony said triumphantly checking his stop watch, "15.89 it's increasing all the time. Well we'll have to finish for now but once Don Carlos has finished with you, you come back here and we'll continue, although he's asked me up there for a discussion at midday bringing notes on the boys in the final year of tribute with me, so you may have to wait till I get back from that."

"Yes Sir," Cheung said dutifully. It seemed to me there was a noticeable lack of enthusiasm his voice.

"Well off you go then," Anthony said once Cheung was back on his feet. "Now let me see. I suppose I'd better give you one credit point. It would have been two, you know, if you hadn't made such a noise."

Once we were out of Anthony's sight I stopped Cheung and made an entry on his points counter. I did not tell him what the entry was and he knew better than to ask me.

We were just walking through the pine wood which lay between the staff bungalows and Don Carlos's plaza when we met a long standing client Monsieur Durcet. A short fat French man he was strolling towards us clearly enjoying the cool shade of the wood. Like many of our guests he chose to walk round naked in the warm weather apart from a pair of trainers. He stopped to chat.

I was amused as always to note the different ways in which guests and Tribute Boys examined each other. The boys, of course, were obliged to stand still with straight backs and slightly bowed heads until spoke to. That did however did not prevent them from casting covert glances of inspection at their betters. Their gaze, I had long ago noted, always being directed solely at the cocks and balls of their superiors. This I think is wholly understandable as it these parts of their masters' bodies with which they are most likely to be primarily concerned. The men's inspection of the boys is always more general and wholly open. So Monsieur Durcet stood talking idly to me openly eyeing up the two little pretty little whores that accompanied me, while the boys, in their turn, surreptitiously eyed the fat man's club like cock that jutted from the dark hairy pelt that covered his whole body. Having exhausted the weather and his dislike of Germans as a subject of conversation Monsieur Durcet raised the subject that was from the beginning foremost in his mind.

"You're keeping these two boys for yourself?" He asked. "That is understandable with such beautiful little animals but hardly generous."

"No, no," I replied laughing, "Cheung is required by Don Carlos so I don't know how long he will be. Vass though I'm just taking up to the house to show him and he will certainly be free in half an hour so."

I didn't bother to explain which was which. That was obvious at a glance.

"Vass eh? Well let's have a look at you boy." I could almost hear the French man salivating.

Vass smiling shyly turned slowly round so that the man could get a full view of his boyish charms.

"Well he's certainly a nice looker. Is his performance as good as his looks?"

"I can assure you from personal experience it is," I said firmly.

"I m going down to the river below the falls at noon," Durcet said addressing Vass in the harsh tones of command appropriate to a Tribute Boy, "meet me there."

"Yes Sir thank you Sir," Vass said humbly and then as Durcet walked off, "and thank you Sir for speaking so well of me."

"No more than you deserve," I replied cheerfully, "you are a good little whore."

Vass blushed with pleasure at this compliment.

Don Carlos had chosen because of the fine weather to sit out on the terrace overlooking the sea. He stood up as I approached. His manners to his clients and subordinates are always impeccable. Vass and Cheung dropped to their knees and prostrated themselves before their master, their faces pressed to the ground their lovely boys bottoms pushed up into the air a position that was as humiliating to adopt as it was delightful to observe.

"Ah Maurice good of you to come so promptly. We will have coffee here in a moment."

At these words one of the serving boys on attendance scuttled off towards the house.

"So you've brought young Vass with you as well as Cheung?"

"Yes Sir," I relied, "you mentioned in your message that you wanted to discuss entries for the festival and I happened to have Vass with me at the time your message was delivered."

"Did you indeed," Don Carlos interjected with a grin, "I hope he managed to satisfy you?"

"He managed very well. And," I continued, "I thought I'd bring him along with me because I think he would be a good prospect for the junior coursing event. He's the best runner we have for his age and he's better than many of the boys in their fifth or even sixth year of tribute."

"I've noticed him in the mornings," Don Carlos said quietly. And then to Vass. "Well boy stand up so that I can have a look at you now."

Vass scrambled to his feet and stood still as Don Carlos carried out a meticulous examination of his body. I noticed how almost as soon as his Master's hand touched him the boy's little prick sprang to attention. It was remarkable how every boy in the place was in love with Don Carlos.

"Nice little bum you've got," Don Carlos remarked running his hands over it and squeezing the boy's bottom. Vass wriggled with pleasure and excitement.

"Had quite a few men's cock up it I would think eh?"

"Yes Sir," Vass said breathlessly.

"Good little whore," Don Carlos said approvingly causing Vass to wriggle with pleasure again.

"And good strong legs too," Don Carlos said pinching his thighs. "But strong legs aren't everything you need for the coursing field. The spears are sharp and the men quick and cruel you need courage as well as speed. Are you brave enough, Vass?"

"Oh Yes Master," the boy breathed.

"It's likely the young Master will be riding in the boy coursing. Do you know what would shame him more than failing himself."

"If one of our boys disgraced us. That's what would shame him and it would shame me as well. You don't want to shame us do you, child? You want to make us proud don't you?"

"Master yes Master Please," Vass panted.

"Well we've got some German hunters coming and I'm giving them a practice coursing day before they try in earnest on the Picos. You do well in the practice and show me how good you are and maybe I'll let you run in the festival 3; Now off with you to Monsieur Durcet and give him a good time too."

Don Carlos dismissed Vass with a smart smack with the flat of his hand across his rump. The boy trotted off his prick erect and wobbling as he ran.

"Now Cheung we'll have a look at you, get up quick boy."

Cheung scrambled to his feet. It was his turn for his body to be subjected to a minute examination by his Master. Again the boy was quickly roused to a state of extreme sexual excitement.

"I'm pleased with you Cheung," Don Carlos said when he had finished examining the boy. He took the boy's chin between his finger and thumb and looked down into his face. "Very pleased. The best little athlete we've got and good reports on you from everyone. Mr Anthony said you were one of the liveliest boys to fuck in the whole of the fifth year of tribute. I must try you some time."

"Oh Please Master Please," the lad begged eagerly.

"Let's see how you've done today." Don Carlos said checking the counter fastened to the boy's collar. "Four merit points all ready," he explained excellent. Cheung flashed me a look of gratitude with his big almond eyes.

"Now look at me Cheung. Look into my eyes. Do you want to please me Cheung?" He asked earnestly staring once again into the boy's face.

"Master Yes Master."

"I want you to ask me to grant you your release. Ask me child. Ask me." Don Carlos gently stroked the side of boy's face with his thumb.

"What ever you want Master."

"You must ask me boy."

"Please grant me my release Master," the boy whispered obediently.

"I do my child I do and it will be a release such as Tribute Boy's dream of pleasing to your Master profitable to your pension fund and if you are obedient and work hard, as quick a release as a boy can attain. Now I must see if you are fit. You see that bar behind me," Don Carlos waived at a structure made of scaffolding set on the terrace. A cross bar supported by four uprights with a spring board beneath it.

"You see in the middle of the cross bar a white mark. Do you think you can jump up high enough to catch hold of the cross bar each side of the white mark."

Cheung nodded.

"Well let's see you then."

Cheung ran forward and flexing his legs on the spring board leapt high into the air and catching hold of the cross bar his feet swing well clear of the ground.

Don Carlos picked up a cattle prod from the table by which he was standing and walked over to where Cheung hung.

"Now pull yourself up so your chins against the bar. That's right good boy. Now lift your knees up to your chest. Right up quickly now."

As Cheung struggled to obey this last order Don Carlos touched the soul of one foot with the prod. The boy squealed in pain and miraculously his knees were at that moment pressed against his chest.

"Amazing what boys can manage when properly encouraged," Don Carlos remarked to me with a smile.

"Now Cheung lower yourself slowly keeping your knees bent."

As Cheung slowly straightened his arms Don Carlos's secretary busied himself positioning a hefty wooden baulk topped by a small rubber sheaved spike beneath the boy. I saw Cheung's face register terror as he felt the spike pressing up into him.

"Come on now boy," Don Carlos commanded, "all the way down. You've had bigger things up there than that tiny spike. "Now up again."

At that moment there was a sound of excited boyish shouting and round the side of the house came Christopher grinning broadly wearing his diminutive boy's shorts and a light leather jerkin of the finest leather. Behind him was a crowd of naked cheering whooping Tribute Boys obviously overjoyed by the return of their young Master. Seeing Don Carlos the boys fell silent and prostrated themselves.

Christopher walked straight up to his father and threw his arms around them. For a moment Father and son embraced.

"It great to be back Dad," Christopher said stepping back.

"I'm very glad you're here," Don Carlos replied gravely.

"What's up with that brat? Christopher said nodding at Cheung who was in the absence of further orders was hanging grimly with his chin up to the bar.

"He's called Cheung and the first thing you must do Christopher is to learn the names of all the Tribute Boys. You'll never get the most out of them unless you know them."

"Cheung lower yourself now 3; Watch what is happening Christopher.. Keep your back straight now Cheung and head back. That's right. Imagine there's a rod going right up through you and out of your mouth. Right down on the spike 3;and up again."

"Cheung is part of a special entertainment I'm laying on after the Festival Christopher," Don Carlos explained to his son speaking clearly so that Cheung could hear what he was saying. "On the day itself there will be a long thin stainless steel spear stuck in the ground under the boy. When his strength fails he will fall down onto the spear so that he will be simultaneously killed and spitted for roasting. His performance and there will be at least one other boy on the bar with him so we can have bets on endurance and so on to liven the fun up will be the prelude to the main entertainment of the evening and his body will be roasted and eaten during that performance."

"You'll be competing against another boy, Cheung, a slave of Mistress Magic's," Don Carlos said reaching up and squeezing one of the lads buttocks between his fingers and thumb in such a way that his thumb nail pressed into the boy's anus. "You won't let me down will you boy?"

"No Master," the boy gasped his body beginning to shake from the strain of holding himself up to the bar.

"You'll beat that boy of Magic's won't you Cheung? When he looses his grip on the bar and screams as the spike enters his body you'll still be up there won't you? I've got a thousand Euros depending on that boy. And you'll go on for longer still, although your arms are aching and your head swimming with exhaustion you'll hang there with the point of the spike where my thumb is now while the crowd screams and yells in excitement waiting for the moment when your strength fails and you too attain your release. You'll do that too won't you?"

"Yes Master Yes."

"And maybe Cheung if you can hang on long enough, just maybe if the crowd cry loud enough for your release I will be able to grant you your freedom and then like Juan you can breed boys for my service. You'd like that wouldn't you boy?"

"Yes Master."

"Don Carlos stepped closer to the boy and prodded his smooth young thigh with his index finger

"You can see he's got a good deal of good firm flesh there," he remarked.

"Is there any difference in flavour Dad between races. I mean does a Japanese boy taste different from a European or a Negro."

"Well some people claim they can tell a difference but I don't think there's a difference at all. Not that you'd notice not like that between a boy whose been worked hard and a gelding whose been allowed a soft time. You can tell the difference then."

"Any way Christopher 3; You asked if you could help training the boys this year and you can start now with Cheung."

"Use this prod to keep him moving. Keep count of the number of times he pulls himself up. Some time quite soon I think he'll let go of the bar and say he can't go on any longer. He'll believe that to be so. It's your job to persuade him with the aid of this thing otherwise. I generally find that a boy if he's driven hard enough can do about one and a half times again what he did before he gave up in the first place. He may try all sorts of things; let go of the bar and lie on the floor crying but just keep pushing the prod into him and he'll find he can do just a bit more."

"Once though you've got him there though make a fuss of him. Tell him he's a good boy and you're proud of how hard he's tried pet him and ruffle his hair and kiss him let him suck your cock or fuck him yourself if you want to."

"It's the carrot and the stick you need to get the best out of boys. In reverse order though first the stick then the carrot."

"All right you get on with that while I discuss the arrangements for managing this place with Maurice while you and I are away inspecting the merchandise in the Balkan boy marts."

"Anthony," he said speaking to me directly, "I and Hassan and Christopher are going to be away now for a few days. I'd like you to mind the shop while we're away. I have every confidence in you and so do the boys. That is to say they know you and know where they are with you. I don't anticipate any difficulties in that area at all."

"I am going to ask Anthony to take immediate charge of the arrangements for the festival. It's the first time that he has undertaken that task. He's young and keen and eager. Just keep a watching brief on him would you and where necessary offer him a guiding hand. If he encounters problems it will be from over enthusiasm nothing else."

"Of course Sir," I said cheerfully. I remembered the first time I had been landed with the festival arrangement and the panic I had felt as I realised that effectively the whole reputation of the Hacienda had been entrusted to me.

At that moment Anthony appeared hurrying around the side of the plaza a bulky file under his arm.

"Good morning Sir, Christopher," he said and nodded at me. "I brought the papers on the final year boys. I suppose you want to fix the program with Anthony. If I could do anything to help 3;," he added hopefully.

"You are going to do more than help Anthony," Don Carlos said with a small smile, "you, if you will be so kind will take charge of the festival arrangements. Here is a copy of the program.""

Anthony's mouth dropped open and I saw panic flash across his face. To help was one thing. To be in charge quite another. Don Carlos's smile broadened as he watched the effect of his announcement on the young man.

"If I can help in anyway Anthony," I intervened taking pity on him, "please let me know. It is a lot for one person and when I had charge of it everybody was very generous with their time."

I was interrupted by the sound of Cheung crashing to the ground followed by a shrill scream of pain as Christopher used the prod to persuade him to return to his place on the bar. I waited for the noise to die away and once the lad was back in place continued.

"I suppose what you want to do straight away really now you have a copy of the program is to run through the final year boys we have available and decide the events for which they can be entered.. You told me a couple of days ago you had prepared a list of the boys."

Anthony glanced at me thankfully and extracted a sheet of paper from his file

"Well we have twenty one boys all told in their final year and while the festival is the big event of the season I assume you wouldn't want to use all of them. You would want to keep some back for other occasions. That's certainly been the practice in past years. So I've sorted fourteen names out."

Don Carlos nodded approvingly.

"Well first there are our problem boys, Xavier and Richie they came to us via the penal program and they've taken a lot of breaking. They're tough little brutes though and always getting into fights and taking knocks. I thought the quarter staff contest for both of them.

Don Carlos nodded approvingly. boys and looking quickly at the programme I would suggest the following," he said recovering his confidence quickly.

"Then there's Garcia. He's been talking about fighting bulls ever since his first year of tribute. It's in his blood so now I would suggest he gets his wish."

"Ahmed he's quick and agile and has a good eye. A natural with the knife."

"Tim spends all his spare time wind surfing and is very expert at it."

"Tunc is excellent at wrestling while Manuel is good on a horse."

"Then there's Jonathan. I don't know about him. A lovely affectionate boy. No trouble at all ever. What he's really good at is singing and making love. He'll have to make his choice sometime though and I thought if he chooses not to compete his gelding could be quite entertaining."

"Finally Sir, I know how keen you are on the whale boat competition I thought we could produce a team with Rodolfo and Miguel rowing. It's what they are used to and they work well as a team. Christian steering and Kumu as harpooner. The sea is in both those lads blood and the Negro is excellent with the spear."

"Yes, very good," Don Carlos said, "We'll have to start training straight away. I'll take charge of the whale boat crew. The rest I leave up to you."

"Could you arrange then Dinner before I go for me to award the boys their daggers. Apart from the boys you mentioned there'll be Mishear, Jan and Cheung. Christopher and I will attend and although Christopher will of course eat at the top table with me he will also be awarded a dagger. That's about he only thing in common between my son and those whores."

Chapter 12a

Jan prepares for his ordeal, and remembers earlier times

I woke in the holding pens behind the stadium, and nearly passed out again with the pain from my brand. The stench of fear, sick, piss and shit and the constant wailing of little boys in agony drills through me, they are all much smaller than me, probably First Tribute. There is only a trough of foul smelling water and I crawl over and drink a little, but I am sick all over a small Chinese boy, he does not even notice. I pass out again. when I come too my head is banging down some steps and I am being dragged by my ankles by the Recording Officer. He pull me into an outside yard and gets a hose a squirts the filth off me, its so very cold and I yell.

"Thought that would wake you up! Now stand!"

I groggily struggle to my feet.

"Follow!" he commands. I can do no other. We go through corridors full of men, but no body sees me in my misery. He opens a door into an office, perhaps he has found out there has been a mistake and I can go home to my mummy? I begin to snivel.

"Shut up you little brat and listen!"

I begin to tell him that there has been a mistake and he should take me home, I get as far as the address and then he laughs. Then he hits me hard in the belly. I double up but he grasps my hair and pull me upright.

"I said listen, not bleat, you have no home, you are a Tribute Boy now, until you are granted release. Unless somebody finishes you off before that! Understand!"

I only half understand, but nod through my tears.

"Now dry your tears and I will give you your good news."

My heart leaps. Come here he tells me and I approach where he is standing, he seems kind now. He rubs his hands down my sides and back, and over my bottom. It starts feeling good and I wriggle a little. His hand moves round to my belly and down to my cock, like always its hard, and he plays with it. It feels better than when uncle Roger did it. But he stops.

"You, my little whore are going to Spain to have my friend Charles as your Master. It will be like a holiday. Are you pleased."

"Yes I would like," I manage to answer, but I did not understand then.

"And I will be coming to see you, so you must show me how much you are grateful to me." He undid his belt and dropped his trousers, he had no pants and his cock stuck up huge out of a hairy belly. He grabbed my hair and forced me to my knees, and head into his cock.

"Open that mouth and suck me like a good little whore!" he ordered, but I could not. He laughed again and with one hand pulled my head right back and with the other rubbed his cock very fast. Suddenly he gave a cry and out of the end shot spurt after spurt of thick white stuff, into my eyes, into my nose, into my mouth, into my hair, and it dripped down on to my chest.

"Oh but you will my boy, so very soon, you will be pleading for it!"

He was gasping. Then he pulled up his pants and pushed me outside again. there was a small wire cage and he shoved me inside, only enough room to curl up in misery. He locked the door.

"See you in Spain, Jan boy, then your fun will really begin."

I do not remember much of the long wait in the cage in the wet cold airport, or the loading with other cargo, including some more cages like mine. Not much of the flight in the plane, and an even longer wait in the hot sun. Then a very big black man holding a whip, and four naked big boys came with a truck.

"Will you promise not to run?" One of them asks.

"Yes, I promise."

I am so cramped I can not stand when they pull me out so they lift me and toss me in the back of the truck. They tie my hands and feet anyway. The drive was long, hot and dusty, the boys have leather skins and squirt water into their mouths.

One says "What's your name?"

"Jan."

"Jan, want to drink?" I nod.

"Just open your mouth and swallow, its very good practice for later!" I do and he aims the squirt into my mouth. After spluttering and choking a bit at first I soon get the idea.

"Well done Jan!" he says.

We drive up a rough track, I see glimpses of blue sea, barren mountains, and sweet smelling pine trees. We drive through wooden gates beneath an arch, stop, and I am hauled out to lie in the sand. The yard is full of naked boys of all colours and sizes, they are all staring at me. The truck drives off. A man comes and orders some of the boys to lift me.

"Take him to the sty with Mishear and Vass and chain him, You! You little brat better not runaway like Dominic, who was there before you, you will see why when we catch the little bastard!"

They carry me into a little shed with one door and a small window. They put me on a wooden platform, there is straw, lock a chain to my collar and untie me. They give me a little water and leave closing the door. Outside there are the sounds that lots of boys make when they are together, but every now and then there is a crack and a squeal. Later there is silence except for some body reading. A very dark boy comes in, he has long hair and is older than me, but no bigger. He carries a bowl of rice and a bucket of water.

"I am Mishear, I will wash you, then you can eat."

His hands over my filthy aching body are gentle, he washes the man's stuff off my face and out of my hair, and combs it.

"I am Jan." I tell him. Then he feeds me. Outside the reading stops, and the sounds; a swish, a crack and then 3; sometimes silence, sometimes a little cry, and sometimes a scream; start. I jerk in fear.

"Don't worry, I will be your friend and help you."

Later the other boy – white to Mishears black – comes in, he looks younger.

"I am Vass."

It is dark. Mishear spreads a piece of cloth for me to lie on, it stops the straw pricking me. He curls up next to me and his body feels warm and comfortable. I reach for his cock to show him my thanks, but he gently slaps my hand and says, "You must never do that to your self, or another boy, otherwise they will cut it off!"

I am silent I do not understand anything here.

"Tomorrow they will start training you, you must be brave and learn fast." He kisses me on the lips, it feels nice.

"You can be my little brother instead of Bahji 3;" I sleep.

I wake as Mishear kisses me.

"Are you ready Jan, it is time to get ready. You have to be brave and show him your love. If you're are really good maybe he will let you come, or even fuck you!"

I wish that I will be good enough for this to happen as we walk back up to the Stock Yard to clean and prepare ourselves in the same way as we did for Mishear's testing.

Chapter 12b

Jan remembers continued, then tells of the start of his ordeal

Suddenly Mishear looks serious, he goes to pick up the leather satchel, "You have to choose now Jan, otherwise we will be late, you know he said to be there before dinner and wait."

My insides churn as I go across to the cupboard and take out my first choice, it is leather box lined with velvet, inside is a long quite thick awl for piercing a boys body, and a range of stainless steel rings for insertion. I have been a little selfish in this because I am envious of Mishear's ringed nipples, and he did sat when a client twisted them it made him squirm well. Perhaps, Don Carlos will think I am worthy to have the base metal replaced with silver or gold? I give it to Mishear and he nods. Next I take out a bigger box. Inside this are two small leather harnesses for a boys balls and cock, on the underside there is a ring that when you pull on it restricts it further. One set is particularly cruel, on the inside it is studded with small sharp spikes, like a drawing pin. There is also a choke chain collar like the ones used for breaking boys, I still remember its use with horror, and a numbers of chains with clips either end. I give it to Mishear, he looks into my eyes and says "Oh, Jan 3;"

I have one more choice, this is what has been bothering me, but now I have decided. Last year there was a reading at table about a boy called Giton long ago in France. It was his Master's pleasure, to use this on him, but the kind Master also permitted the boy to have pleasure at the same time, Perhaps my Master will be so kind, but I do not think I can stand the pain 3; In the box I pass to Mishear are a pair of pincers.

"Jan, are you sure?"

I just nod, to frightened to speak.

"Then I pray to St Antonius, that you can be brave enough, and it will please him. I will be close to you too remember!"

We enter the room where we performed, was it only a week ago? There is no fire pit this time, we just stand inside the door. He beckons and we approach the dais and kneel together, Itu and Ino on either side. We kneel as we have been taught, thighs spayed wide, buttocks pressed into the floor between the heels, backs straight, hands behind our necks, and eyes cast down. We wait a long time, he is talking very seriously to Christopher, I hear odd words like 'ordeal', 'mignon', 'hunt' and 'worthy'. It makes little sense to a boy like me 3; I think how much I love this man and his fine son, can a boy like me be possibly worthy to prove that love with the most special of gifts, that of my life? I have seen many in this place who have so honoured their Master, but the first I saw here was not like that, it was disgraceful and disgusting, even to the untrained boy I was then. With what justice my Master deal with that miserable boy. My mind drifts back to a few days after my arrival here 3;

The first few days I was kept locked up, a man they called 'The Vet' came and dressed my brand and examined every part of my body. "Yes, definitely a virgin still, unusual for this age, I'm sure that Don Carlos will want to market that, probably make a good gymnast or dancer, I'll suggest to the boss that we team him with this one, nice colour contrast, as they seem to be friends? Same size though the black one is one season older, that's what early diet does." All this to another man with him.

Then to Mishear. "Show him what to do with this boy, it's a good size for him to start with."

He handed him a piece of polished wood. That night Mishear had me lie on my back with Vass holding my ankles up by my shoulders. He used something oily out of a pot to rub into my arse hole.

"This is very precious, we have to save up Obols to buy it at the shop, but it helps a lot." The feeling was quite good and it made my little prick rise.

"He's going to be a good little whore!" said Vass.

Then I screamed as Mishear shoved the little wooden plug into my guts, I struggled but both boys held and comforted me until the worst passed. The next day The Vet came back and told Mishear that he could exercise me and show me what to do.

"Not out of the stock yard on your own mind, if he runs you'll end up with your mate Dominic, once we catch him!"

I understood nothing. We showered, swam, went on runs. The place was more beautiful than I could have dreamed of. I did not go to lessons but was taught to kneel as I now do, for long painful hours. I was allowed to dance a little with my new class, awkward to Mishear's grace, but the Tutor did not seem angry with my stumbling attempts. For meals I sat at the long wooden tables on benches. These had a hole for our wooden plug to screw into, and we had to sit with them up inside us. Some of the bigger boys seemed to wriggle about a lot on their big plugs and get very hard, if a Tutor saw them they got whacked with a leather strap. I felt shamed that I was the only bigger boy to have to eat my rice out of my wooden bowl with my fingers as the very little ones do. The bigger boys have a knife, fork and spoon like when I was free, my eyes fill with tears at the thought. James says:

"Don't cry Jan, if you are brave I will ask for you as my Mignon for next years Festival!"

He strokes my thigh and it feels good. Some of the big boys have very fine porcelain bowls. One boy after another stands up to read a story, a poem, to sing or to play the pipes. The big people sit under the roof on the side of the yard where the very big building is. That is where I first saw my Master Don Carlos. Each day a different class is called up to stand in front of him. The boys who do not have enough merits have to stand with legs apart and hands on their knees, bums stuck out and spread. I can see their holes. They then get whacked with a cane, some cry. I notice that these ones often get taken away after by one of the big people who are watching. When our class stand up Don Carlos calls me over to him, I can't help myself and I feel the piss dribbling down my legs as he stares into my eyes.

"So you are Jan, my friend William was right, you are a special beauty. He will be here in two weeks to break you. Till then keep out of trouble and do what you are told 3;"

Then with his riding crop he switched the end of my cock. I screamed but knew enough not to run.

"And do try to stop pissing when I look at you like a first year 3;"

He turned to talk to other people, but they seemed to be talking about me, and I felt myself go very red.

Then one meal time nobody spoke, no jokes and little touches under the table. A whisper went round that Dominic had been caught and was up at the big house. The boys seemed both frightened and embarrassed. Don Carlos called two bigger boys out, one was James. Don Carlos stood up.

"Tribute Boy Dominic has been brought back here. He is accused of running away and will be tried tomorrow. These two boys will speak one for him and one against him. Don Pablo and I will judge. The priest will also come. There will no meals after breakfast until sentence, or pardon has bee carried out. The Trial will start at noon."

We left to go to our sties, all silent. I cuddled up to Vass and Mishear but was too terrified to ask what it all meant. The next day everything was done in silence and at noon we knelt in our classes facing the dais where the big people eat. After a long time some cars drew up, we could not look round. A procession entered, two figures in purple silk with tall pointed hats covering their faces led, followed by a man in black and white, the judges and the priest. James and the other boy followed, naked oiled bodies gleaming, walking proud with the honour their Master had allowed them. They each had purple sashes. The three sat facing us, the boys standing either side. We waited. There was a commotion and two figures in the same hoods only in black entered. Between them, bucked and struggled a terrified brown haired boy, about six or seven. His body looked starved and he seemed to have been beaten. The black guards, released him and one put his foot against the boys bum and set him sprawling in the dust at the judges feet.

"Please, please 3; Master spare me, I won't run again 3;"

His terrified pleadings were cut with a high pitched screaming as one of the guards cracked his whip into the boy testicles. He writhed in the dust.

"Silence! The accused runaway is not allowed to speak!"

"You boy, what do you have to say to us?" He turned to the sash dressed boy on his right.

"If you please Master, the tribute Boy Dominic is in his seventh year, he knows the law. He has chosen to run from his Master to avoid serving him as is his duty. He shames us all, I plead for the maximum penalty, if he is granted amnesty how can new boys like this one 3;" He pointed to me, I flushed and squirmed 3; " 3;learn their duty of love!"

"Thank you boy, most eloquent, and now you boy!" He turned to James.

"If you please Master, the Tribute Boy Dominic has admitted his guilt, but pleads your mercy. I would ask that you consider granting him his release and allowing him the dignity of dying by his own hand."

"Thank you also most eloquent, you have made the only plea that the Court can consider. You have acted honourably both of you what ever we may decide. Join your fellows!"

The two judges talked quietly for a while, then the other one stood up.

"In the interests of preserving Law and Order and that Public Interest is paramount in such cases it is the Sentence of this court that Tribute Boy Dominic be taken to the entrance gates, and there fixed until God grants him his release. I further command the servants of this court to exercise extreme care to avoid the spine when driving the final spike. We would not wish God to be to hasty in granting that release. He must remain an example to his fellows as long as possible. The boys in this stock yard may go about their normal duties, but are not allowed to eat until the sentence is successful. Do you have any last words Tribute Boy Dominic."

The boy shook his head groggily, he seemed to have shit himself.

"Then you may talk to the priest briefly before I hand you to the servants of the court for your sentence to be carried out. You boys turn and face the gate!"

We shuffled round and did not see what happened with the priest, only low stern words and frantic sobbing pleading.

"Carry out the Courts Orders, and let all here see the consequences of Sin!"

It was an awful, dishonourable and shaming death, both for him and for us, though I did not understand how much he had shamed us and our Master till much later. The Gates had been closed, into one, about a meter and a half off the ground had been driven an iron spike. On the ground were three more. The black figures lifted the boys flailing body off the ground, he was sobbing and frothing at the mouth in terror. They held him high against the gate, spike between his legs, and then dropped him so that the spike supported his body weight on his groin. I noticed that he had a long cock and large balls, there were a few dark hairs above the cock, otherwise he was as smooth and brown as all the boys here. The screams started. One held him there, the other collected two smaller spikes. Placing one in the flesh beneath the shoulder joint, he drove it in with swift blows of the hammer, the other spike in the other shoulder followed. Dominic was now pined, like one of the insects I was once shown in a Museum when I was free, to the inside of one of the great wooden gates to my new home. The boy's body convulsed and twitched, the screaming higher, only with short pauses to gulp breath. I could not imagine anything worse for him, but there was 3; The black figures went out of our vision to stand with the judges and a few other big people on the dais. We just stared in horror and the boy in front of us, two small boys started to be sick. It seemed a long time that we watched him in the hot sun, slowly he seemed to adjust to the paint and grew more silent and stiller. The blood trickled down both his brown flanks.

"You may proceed with the final part of the sentence now!"

The figures in black came back. One lifted the long remaining spike and centred it on the boys belly button.

"No!, 3; Please No! 3; 3; 3;" He pressed slowly and firmly and the rest was drowned in renewed screams. Surprisingly two things happened, first the boys body arched and spasmed driving the spike further into himself. Secondly his cock became amazingly hard, straining upward to touch the tortured belly.

"Careful now!" The voice rang out, and the trusting figure twisted the spike in the boys gut slightly to one side and pressed hard. The other drove the spike the remaining way through the boy's body and hammered it into the wood of the gate. Then they left him. His legs were jerking spastically, belly wound leaking a trail of blood down over the cock.

"Very good job, if you cut the spinal cord they loose all feeling in the lower body, much better this way"

I heard a voice say, but I had started to be sick too, and then passed out. We passed him for two more days on our daily routine, and still he jerked and screamed from time to time. But finally no more, though his body was left there for another week 3; 3;.. Please god that I would never shame my Master to die like that!

On the other hand James's death had been magnificent! In the city that bears his name he had danced with bull after bull, I his Mignon and only one year older. There were none left and still he danced despite his wounds, until strength was gone and the horn caught him and tossed him high. No fear of the bull I rushed to help him die to repay the honour and friendship he had given me. The bull bowled me over and wounded me too, before the little naked picadors on horseback drove him back to his pen. The crowd stood and roared. I took James in my mouth and his sperm flooded me at the moment he made his first cut. I stroked his hair as he made the second cut. He said "Tell our Master I danced my love for him" and was still. As I presented his trophy and his dagger to Don Carlos, me all filthy and bloody, the crowd roared even louder. I kneeled before him and he graciously allowed me to suck him too, his sperm joining James's inside me, before I passed out. What Tribute Boy could wish for more courage than to have both the winning bull boy's and his master's sperm inside him? I pray that it will be enough for my ordeal, and that Mishear and I can have such a fine death!

Don Carlos stands, he wears only a leather breach cloth. He says, "Christopher, are you prepared to prove yourself worthy to be my heir?"

"Yes father, I am." He stands before his father, and loosens his loin cloth to stand naked, his young cock, always what a Tribute Boy notices, promises to be long and firm. Don Carlos slips over his head a magnificent dagger on an intricate leather collar. Don Carlos slips his own breach cloth off and pulls his son to him and caresses his back, when they pull away both are hard.

"I pray you will prove worthy. But first Christopher you may assist me in testing the boy Jan to see if he is worthy for his destiny. Approach and ask Jan!"

I mount the dais before him, kneel and spread my arms wide.

"Please my Master, grant me my release and test my worthiness for you honour!" I throw my body back as Mishear had done into the sacrificial position. Like this my Master can geld me, slit my throat or my belly at his pleasure; or he can test me. I wait as Mishear presents my chosen gifts. He must be examining each one and thinking.

"Excellent choice this boy has made don't you think? But will he be as worthy as his friend?"

My Master says to Christopher. Then to Itu, "I think we will need some rope too, run quickly and get it!"

He come over to me and starts running his hand over my tight body, to the thighs and into the testicles. I groan and wriggle.

"I think a week's wait has made you rather eager my boy? Shall we begin?"

"Please Master I can stand anything to please you!" I answer, but can I really 3;?

Chapter 12c

Jan's Ordeal

He is showing Christopher the places that excite me the most, as well as the places that start to bring the exquisite pain. I try to hold my Master and draw his cock towards my mouth, but he strikes my wrist, and gets Itu and Ino to hold me spread. Then he stops, and tells Mishear to give him the box with the awl in it. Then he says to Mishear, "These are not good enough, tell Secretary to give you the box of gold ones, be quick!"

While he waits he starts on my nipples, pulling and squeezing until they are erect and very painful.

"Right Christopher, pull the right one as far out as you can, its important to get just the right spot where the sensation is most."

He does this, but I am not prepared for the awful pain as my Master slowly works the point of the awl through me, I hear screaming far away and realise it is me. The pain seems to be driving me even wilder with lust, how can a Tribute Boy explain that his whole life is dedicated to giving pleasure to others through his own agony, but in doing so he finds his own release and joy? What joy when those tormenting your body are your Master and the boy who will be his heir! Even more joy that your friend watches and you can show him you are worthy to share his death! The pain recedes a little, I raise my head and watch as my Master, takes, Oh! joy! a gold ring from the box Mishear has brought, and pushes it through the pierced nipple; The blood, as red as my ribbons, trickles down my stretched ribs.

"Now, lets see what sort of a job you make on the left one!"

They reverse position and the pain balances as I am pierced again, but with a less sure hand. Now I have two gold rings, and two more blood red ribbons.

"I think this little whore was jealous of his friend, and wanted those, but maybe he did not expect a third."

What did he mean?

"Christopher, stand between his thighs and suck him, I expect you get lots of practice at school? I want him really hard, but if you feel him coming press hard where I showed you."

The boy takes me into his mouth, I recognise he is an expert! My Master stands over my head and allows me to take his cock into me, now I can not see what is happening, but every time I start to come the painful pressure stops me. Now my Master moves the boys hand to grip my cock near the base and squeeze rhythmical, he holds with finger and thumb, just below the head, the foreskin pulled back. I feel the beautiful pressure building and the first splash of my sperm on my belly 3; but then the most awful fire shoots through my cock at the same time as the pleasure, my Master is working the awl into the slit of my cock and out through the base of the head. I feel everything spinning, I must not escape into unconsciousness. My Master thrusts deep into me and his thick sperm floods me. When my senses return a little, but still in agony, my belly is covered with my own sperm and my own blood, my softening, bloody, cock has a gold ring inserted into its tip.

"Wow, Dad, that was awesome, the little whore wasn't expecting that was he?" Christopher is very hard.

"Well, you are going to be useless until you've fucked something! Come here boy!"

My Master pulls Mishear down across my belly and he trusts his bum in the air as we are all taught.

"Go on then, what you waiting for fuck him boy! Then we can get on with his friend."

My friend lies on my belly in my blood and sperm, and I watch with envy as my Master's son drives his long brown cock into his dark spread cheeks. After the boy has filled my friend, I see the white running down his thighs, I am left in my pain for a while. My Master and his son are talking, the glass has nearly half run. Itu and Inu are up on the beams with ropes.

Mishear strokes my thigh and says, "Well done Jan, I love you!", when they are not looking, then kneels back at my side.

They come back to me. My Master shows me the harness with the spikes on the inside.

"You going to be able to take this now then boy?"

"Please Master, let me show you I am worthy!"

But I am very frightened, now. My cock is soft but begins to harden a little as he rubs it, in spite of the pain in the tip. He places the strap round both balls and cock, another to separated them, and another to separate the two balls. With one hard pull he fastens it tight about me and drives the small spikes into my most sensitive parts. All control leaves me, now only wave upon wave of excruciating pain, increasing as my cock becomes rock hard in its constraints. I feel my body threshing helplessly about as my hands scrabble frantically at my tortured parts. I feel my wrists grabbed and I am held stretched again, still frantically twisting with the pain.

"Now Christopher I have an idea for finale of the boys performance, but I am not sure how strong a boy's cock and balls are, we will conduct a little experiment. Pass me that rope."

I do not understand what is going to happen next, but I soon find out. He ties the rope to the ring in the harness and with one heave pulls me into the air by my cock, legs dangling, but some weight taken on my shoulders. This was even worse, the spike are driven full in and the weight of my body is pulling the wounds open. I can see the red blood trickling down my flat belly, my rigid cock and swollen balls pulled incredibly far away from my belly. My Master runs his hand round my tortured cock.

"Good, no sign of tearing, provided they carry some of their weight on their feet it will work. You Mishear, in the morning go to Hassan and get him to have made an identical set to these for you, only yours in white leather. Understand?"

Next he goes to my head and places the choke chain round my throat. He lifts my shoulders and bends my body double so that the weight rests on my chest, feet dangling over my shoulders. He ties the other end of the rope attached to my balls to my choke collar.

"This should be interesting, if he wants to breath he will have to pull some slack in the rope, but in doing that he will be trying to pull his own balls of!"

I desperately reach behind my neck and try to do just that, the fear of choking wrestling with the terrible pain. I become quite frantic and only half conscious, but I am aware that both my Master and his son are running their hands over my body.

Just before all consciousness leaves me I hear my Master say so very far away. "That's enough I think, we don't want him to die on us just yet."

The rope is released and my body collapses on to the dais, it no longer feels that it belongs with my brain. But this is what I have always wanted, to please my Master and show him my love. I gasp for air and my senses slowly return, I notice that the glass has the final third to run, oh! Please help me St Antonius he is going to use the pincers!

"For the final part Christopher he has to be in the perfect position."

He positions me with my bum on the edge of the dais, he gets Mishear to lie at right angles under me my shoulders across his belly. He pulls the choke chain tight and ties it underneath so that my head is pulled right back. He then tells Itu and Ino to hold my ankles and pull them both up to my shoulders and away from my body, this both pulls my bum into the air and opens my hole. Oh please let him fuck me!

"Now Christopher, I think that's enough of the harness you can remove it."

It feels so good when he does.

"Now I want you to fuck him really hard, see if you can make him come by hitting the prostate, but you might have to wank him as well. What I want you to do is to come inside him and make him come at the same moment, when you feel it happening yell! If you can give his ring a twist as he shoots!"

My Master's son is fucking me at the same time as his hand works my cock. I am incoherent with lust.

"Please fuck me, fuck me 3; Oh! Harder! 3; Please make me come, oh please 3;" I feel it coming, my arse muscles working the boy's cock as he goes rigid thrust deep inside me 3;

"Now dad!" He screams. Then the joy merges with wave upon wave of agony more than I have ever known. My master has forced my jaws open and is gripping one of my upper back teeth, as my sperm leaves my body and coats my belly, his son's sperm fills my guts, and my tooth is being slowly wrenched out of my jaw.

He times it perfectly and with my last spasm of orgasm pulls it clear. There seems to be blood everywhere, dripping over my face and into my hair.

"Good, strong boy this one, he's still conscious! But we can't leave him lopsided, change places and you do the same one the other side while I fuck him. Do you know his friend told me that he wanted me to fuck him!"

It is the same for a second time. My Master is the better fuck, bigger, harder, and more forceful, driving into me in the slickness of his sons sperm. He works my swollen balls as well as my cock and very soon I am back pleading even harder to be fucked, and wanked. No longer any shame or resistance like during that first year here. I am just the whore of a Tribute Boy that my mother says I am, I only exist to love and pleasure my Master, if he rewards me by making me come then I am complete.

"Now Chris!" He yells and the boy, much less skilfully tears the other tooth out. The pain no longer matters, I belong to my Master and his son, I am full of their sperm, I will have the courage, to die for him together with my friend in front of all his guests. I know now that we both have the courage and the love to make our deaths truly memorable, in the skill of our dance and in prolonging the agony of end beyond what anybody thinks we can endure. I have the brief thought that just once every few years The President intervenes and halts that final agony because of the power of the performance. There is perhaps a chance for us? But I dismiss the thought. Let me die for love of my Master!

"Good boy Jan, I am proud of you, and you did not shame me in front of my son!"

I am carried to my Masters bathroom all bloody and covered with sperm. Mishear is told to clean both of us up, he does as I lie on the tiles quite unable to stand. Itu and Ino wash my Master and his son.

They have a joke about twins always doing everything together, and prove it by each wanking one of the little black boys. They have a simultaneous dry orgasm to prove it! They look as happy as I am!

Christopher gets serious. "Dad, why do Tribute Boys want so much to be fucked by their Master?"

"They believe that if they have their Master's life juice inside them it will give them courage to endure to show their love."

There is a very long silence. "Dad, your sperm made me. I love you very much too, so much more than a Tribute Boy can. I too want to be able to prove my love and my worth to be you heir through the ordeal you have set me. Will you do something for me Dad?"

"What is that, Christopher?"

"I want you to fuck me as hard as you did Jan so that I to will have the courage to please you."

"Are you sure boy, you never have had a man inside you?"

"Yes, please Dad, please fuck me too!"

When we are all clean we go to my Masters big bed. I am told to lie on my back, and Christopher to make a sixty-nine with me. I wrap my legs round his shoulders, and am told to push his knees apart, and we start sucking each other. I see my Master grease the brown pucker, then drives his huge cock into his own son, the boy starts to scream round my cock in his mouth, but manages to regain control.

Everything becomes a blur, my sperm shoots in the boys mouth, and his floods mine and leaks out. His father shouts and thrusts into the boys hole filling him too, this also leaks and dribbles over his balls on to my face. I can taste both at the same time. I can't remember the rest of that wonderful night, not how many times I got fucked, or how many times Mishear got fucked. We were not of course allowed to fuck each other, I am sure it would be so good to show Mishear my love too, but of course I can not.

In the morning we are allowed to sleep in the sun on the veranda. Itu and Ino are now our Mignons, and will do everything for us until the end. Now they are licking us clean again. We will no longer eat with the ordinary boys and will have special food and privileges. Our collars have been cut off, and we each now wear a small stainless steel dagger on a steel chain round our necks. Our most thoughtful Master has decorated each with a tooth, my tooth. He has explained what we must do, how we must train, and why these are not the normal wood and leather daggers. In spite of my aching bruised body, still bleeding a little in places, I am very happy.

Before we sleep my Master says. "Mishear and Jan, I am very pleased with you both, when I get back from the Balkan Market you can share my bed again. Jan should have healed by then. Christopher however will be busy with his own Mignon I think?" Christopher smirks, and we sleep.

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