Scrimshaw & Zelamir

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

Chapters 15-16

Chapter 15a
The Training of the Whale Boat Crew

Rodolfo's father speaks

Two years later I made the same trip with Alberto his brother. Poor fisher boys usually end up pulling their miserable hearts out in one of the big boats belonging to the fish farms from the city, boys are so much cheaper than motors and fuel. Their end equally ignominious, their Masters have no time for fancy festivals, just give them their release, have a bit of fun at their expense and get on with earning money. I am as proud as any caballero that my sons were beautiful enough to be chosen not for this, but to serve the famous Don Carlos up North. With God's grace we will survive with what they will earn.

The morning I received Rodolfo's letter I felt my heart swelled with pride, no matter that it was badly written in English, rather than poetic Castilian. He had been granted his Release, he could demonstrate the depth of his love for his Master, and would be rewarded for all those years of service. My joy new no bounds when I received Don Carlos's letter, a very proper letter as from one caballero to another. He was pleased with my son and hoped that his pleasure would be well founded in the boys performance. Not only that but Don Carlos himself was sponsoring him, with Alberto as his mignon. And I was invited to attend the Festival and watch his performance, along with all the big people. No poor man can afford the tickets for the afternoon events of the Festival. Finally the Don graciously allowed me to speak with my beautiful Rodolfo before his big day. What happened that afternoon was so terrible and so noble, and his father so very proud, that I must write what he told me about the start of his training. before I tell you what happened then. Of course as a Tribute Boy knowing no different he told me things a boy does not normally tell his father, but his delight in his duties should also be told. Don Carlos even more graciously has suggested that I give him a copy of my sons account, as well as my own, to be include in his book.

Rodolfo recounts the story of the Training of the Whale Boat crew to his father

When Don Carlos came back from his trip he looked very pleased, and he had some new boys with him. We four, well eight because our mignons do everything with us now, were called to attend him that night. At first he questioned us about our training, and about the boats, was everything going well? We all chorused together "Yes Master". He inspected our daggers and said he thought that mine might be the finest when I had finished all the knot work on it! Then he talked about serious things, the duties of released boys, of mignons, and of him our sponsor, and how important it was for our boat, his boat, to be the one to finish.

"Tomorrow, young men, and boys 3;", this to the mignons, Alberto looks very happy, " 3;we go to Muros for three days. We will sleep on Isla Salvore, where you will be the only boat to finish 3;, for two nights. On Sunday morning we will go to church and Rodolfo and Alberto can sing for us. You will row your hearts out over the course until you know every turn and how the sea runs there."

We forgot ourselves and jumped up and hugged him, three days with just us and our Master!

"Down brats!" He commanded, but he was not angry, and we got back on our knees. "But tonight I think we will start the other part of your training."

With that he stood and let his sarong fall, I had seen him naked many times of course, he had even fucked me a couple of times outside the kitchen door as a reward for my fish, but this was going to be different and I felt my cock grow hard and press against my belly, and inside I churned with excitement! He led us through the house, I noticed Kumu, Christian and Miguel were as hard as I was, even Alberto who nervously held my hand sported a stiff little one! He took us into the huge bathroom with its Jacuzzi inset into the tiled floor. It felt marvellous, hot and bubbling, as I slid in on the right hand side of my Master, Alberto next to me and then Christian and his mignon; On the other side were Miguel and Kumu.

My Master had a water pipe on the side and took a couple of puffs and passed it to me, it made me feel so strange but even more sexy. When we all had had a puff my Master spoke.

"You know that it is strictly forbidden for Tribute Boys to give each other pleasure, when you are a boy you only exist to give others pleasure. Now you four have been granted your release I as your Sponsor and Master can change the rules a little. You still may do nothing outside my presence, and mignons may not give each other pleasure. When we are together I may give my permission for the young men to do things together, or with your own or the others mignons. I of course will make sure each of you is well fucked both in your mouths and up your arses and receive my sperm to give you the courage you are going to need. To night however I am rather tired and I want to see how creative you are with each other. You only have one month together before four of you leave us, unless of course the President decides otherwise 3;, so let us see how much sex you can put into your time. First I want to see how good your mignons are at giving you your first orgasm of a long night."

He took me on his knees, back towards him, legs spread wide and directed Alberto to sit on mine facing me. My brother is well trained and went down on my cock immediately and started thrusting on to me. It was fantastic! I begin to see what the men see in us! Soon I was getting near shooting, and Alberto was going frantic, eyes all glazed.

My Master said "Push his head back under the water!"

Alberto struggled a bit but still kept up his wild fucking.

"Do you think you could drown him?"

"If you wish it Master."

"Hold him under until I say then."

I did as he wished, but had to start fucking him when he started to go limp. Soon my sperm shot into him and I started shouting out my joy.

"Good lad, let him up!"

I pulled my brother up he was a bit blue and spluttering weakly so I pulled him on to the edge to recover. While I was getting my breath back I watched Christian bent backwards over the edge of the pool, he was thrashing about and groaning as his mignon sucked his long hard penis. I started to get hard gain and my Masters felt me.

"Ready again so soon, you are a quick one! Lets see if you can fuck Christian while I look after Kumu and his mignon."

Miguel was already fucking his little boy hard in the water. I got Christian to suck his mignon in return as I fucked his golden arse. It is so very good that way too. I will not tell my father any more of that night as I am not sure if it makes him happy, but it made me very happy. I think I managed to do something with every boy and mignon, All the time my Master was suggesting new and exciting things! Alberto soon felt better and joined in as well! It will be even more wonderful when our Master fucks us too!

Next morning I woke in my Master big bed, we were all still together. I could see him begin to wake and stretch, his penis hard. I knew he would need to piss so I squirmed between his thighs and took him in my mouth. He groaned and relaxed as his salt liquid flowed into my belly.

"You are a good lad, as well as a handsome one." he told me as he ruffled my hair.

But my Master does not lie in bed in the mornings like some men I have been with, he quickly turned us out to get ready for departure and he called his house boy for the week to wash and dress him, I wish I could do this for him to show him my love.

With the boats on the trailers, and us sitting in the back of the two trucks Hassan and Karl drove us down to the harbour at Muros. My Master watched whilst we got them off the trailers and into the sea. I think he likes watching boys working hard and straining their muscles to please him, that's why he like to see us row hard! With the boats safely anchored away from the quay with Alberto and his friends looking out for them my Master took us up to his favourite bar. We squatted outside in the dust as he drank wine and talked to the fishermen there. The talk was all about the chances of various boys in the Festival. Soon it turned to us.

"Well Don Carlos do you think those four can win the cup for you this year?"

"Yes I am sure they have a very good chance, provided they can keep their heads when it starts getting bloody, but judge for yourself!! Here!"

We came and stood by the men and they ran their hard hands over us, needless to say we started to get hard.

"Good bodies all of them, do they funk and suck as well as they row?"

My master just laughed.

"Good enough for me, I'm going to put two hundred Euros on your boat Lorca, but they will need some real experience. I am going to give my biggest crew their Release at low tide, we'll ask for a volunteer for your boys to practice on."

"Very good of you, I am sure my boys will find watching you release yours educational, and a live practice will make sure they do win your wager!"

They agreed to meet at the rocks just off the harbour at noon and parted. We spent the morning rowing out to Isla Salvore with food and water for our camp, our Master's big bed roll and box, and a small box with our sarongs and bowls. Then round the course and practising turns, chasing the mignons boats which towed a float for Kumu to aim his harpoon and lance at. Then we waited by the uncovered rocks. I could plainly see six big iron eyes just on the edge of the water, there also seemed to be a lot of white bones.

After a while some more boats from the town came and joined us. Then the man we had talked to in the bar was rowed out in a big heavy work boat from the fish farm. Six boys, big, rough and brown, bodies quite scarred pulled at the oars. In the back were six smaller boys. The big boys had no collars like us, but a rough fish gutting knife tied round their necks. They looked scared and miserable. When the man asked for a volunteer for us to practice on all six put there hands up and the man chose a medium sized one gave him mask fins and snorkel, as well as a chain and padlocks, and told him to swim over to our mignons boat and wait.

"He's the best swimmer, should give you a good run, but one ham each mind!"

"Deal!" said our Master.

Then he addressed the other five. "Now you miserable lot, I'm not a fine gentleman like the Don here, I've no time to mess about with festivals and training, you are all granted your Release."

He got out short lengths of chain and locked one round each boy's balls and cock, they squealed as he made sure it was tight.

"Padlock yourself to a ring, if you want to live without balls cut them off and swim ashore. If you make it the Vet will dress your wound. If you don't want to 3; you drown as the tide comes up. Till then you can fuck the little ones as many times as you can!"

Obediently the boys locked themselves in place, the rising tide already round their ankles. the little boys went to them and either sucked or were fucked. With sick horror I realised what was going to happen, and that if it was not for my Master this would be happening to me. The crowd cheered and jeered every time a boy came, but soon the water was up to their bellies and the little boys swam back to their boat. Now the big boys started to get frantic pulling at their chains and whimpering in fear, the crowed cheered even more. When the water got to their chins they started screaming, but quickly they shut their mouths as the water rose, I could see their struggles as the water covered their heads, and one by one they were still.

Suddenly one broke surface and started gasping for air and screaming again. He struggled to swim towards the shore, from between his scissoring legs ran a heavy slick of red. He nearly made it when his strength gave out and with one last cry of despair sunk from view. A couple of small boys donned mask and snorkel and swam to where he went down, and soon reappeared with his limp body which was bundled in the boat.

"Do you know five years ago one actually made it?" was all that the man said except for a parting. "Do make sure you win boys!"

We rowed over to our other boat, Cervantes. The boy was looking scared again, he had put on his fins and had mask and snorkel ready.

"Well young man, do you agree to swim for us?"

"Si Señor."

"Well then you stay in this boat and they row you towards Isla Salvore. We give you a lead on us . When I shout jump in and start swimming. If you make it to the island before we get you, you have another day. Understand?"

"Si Señor!" the boy replied.

Our Master said "Go!" and both boats started off at speed. I could not see anything because we were letting Cervantes get ahead of us.

"Swim for it boy!" our Master shouted, and I heard a splash.

Then my mind was filled with rowing hard and I could feel the strain in my legs and back as Miguel and I made Lorca leap forward. Christian started shouting "Pull 3; Pull", his voice going high with excitement. All I could see was Christian standing with splayed braced legs at the big steering oar in the back of the boat. He looks beautiful, smooth golden oiled body, developing muscles rippling as he strains to follow the swimmer's turns. The fresh breeze ruffles his blond hair, blond boys are so very pale here because the sun bleaches them, and kicks up the sea. I feel the wave tops break and splash against my naked back.

Don Carlos says "Oh this is a very good one, he is going to give excellent sport! Use your whip boy lets see how fast Rodolfo and Miguel can go with some help!"

Christian flicks me across the belly and I squeal, I hear Miguel squeal as well. I lift my body clear of the seat with every stroke, toes gripping the bar in the bottom of the boat. Christian flicks me again catching my cock. I have no breath left to squeal but I am very hard, I look down and the tip is wet like before you come. I hear Miguel groan and so he must be experiencing the same as he keeps perfect time with me. Christian is beginning to squeak with excitement, I see that he too is beginning to get hard. So is our Master, naked like us I can see his arousal. We pass Cervantes, Alberto is steering and screams his encouragement at the other three rowing.

Now Kumu starts shouting "Faster 3; Faster 3; I can nearly stick him! 3; Merde! 3; He's dived! Turn right!"

I do not need to be told, we four think as one now. I dug my oar into the water and saw it bend as the handle is forced back against my chest. Miguel was grunting as he heaved on his oar and the boat spins round.

"Now pull!" Screams Christian, slashes me across the shoulders, and we are off again after the swimming boy.

Several times we got close enough for Kumu to throw the harpoon, once he shouted that he had nicked his thigh and could see some blood, but the other times he missed. I do no know how long we pursued the boy but slowly we got closer to the island and could not turn him. The sweat was streaming off my body in the hot sun, my breath was coming in painful gasps, I longed for water but neither Christian nor Kumu could reach the water skins. The boy is only just ahead of us according to Kumu as we pull into the sandy horse shoe bay.

I am scared that Don Carlos will be angry with us, but he seems in high spirits as he says "That was well rowed and manoeuvred, you will do, God willing."

He ruffles my hair.

"Tomorrow without my weight in the boat I think you will get him!"

The boats keel scrunches on the sand and before I collapse I see the boy weakly pulling himself up the beach, his breath coming in great sobs and blood running from a wound in one thigh.

The sun is well down when I wake, Alberto is giving me water and telling me food is ready. We all sit in a circle, the mignons have done a good job of making camp and lighting a fire. The only one outside the circle is the swimming boy who has one ankle chained to a log some meters away. Even our Master sits with us.

Kiri, Kumu's very black little mignon hands round our bowls, we have nothing but our fingers to eat with, just like so long ago when I was in my first year. As well as our rice we have ham and salami, and fresh raw vegetables. After there is a big sack of oranges. But the best came last our marvellous Master hands us each a bar of chocolate! He tells Alberto to give the same food to the chained boy, but no chocolate for him I am pleased to see!

Don Carlos takes Kumu off down the beach and has him demonstrate how he throws the harpoon. Several times he stops him and alters his stance a little. Miguel, Alberto and I go to our beautiful boats and clean and tidy them. They have long narrow white hulls with a blue stripe, each has an eye to see their quarry, names Lorca and Cervantes on each bow. Inside they are painted blood red, just the seats and bottom boards bare wood so we can grip. We row them away from the beach as the tide will soon be falling and anchor them, then dive over and swim in.

As dark falls and the moon comes up, we all sit round the fire and Don Carlos has each of us sing for him. Then he tells Alberto to go and make the swimming boy happy as it may be his last night. The little tyke eagerly goes and starts sucking him. Soon the boy is hard and groaning and I see my brother squat over him, but I only have eyes for my Master as beckons me to him and caresses me.

"What do you wish for Rodolfo?"

"To please you Master!"

"So far you please me well, is there more,?"

He ruffles my hair and strokes my flanks, I know what I want more than anything. I am painfully hard and begin to squirm under his touch. His hand moves across my belly, touches my cock and balls and I groan, spreading my legs wide. His hand moves between them and the finger pushes at my hole. I try to pull him into me.

He laughs, "Go on tell me!"

I grip his hard penis with my hand. "Please Master, put your cock inside me and fuck me, fill me with your sperm so that I have the courage to die for you as bravely as St Antonio!"

"Fine words little one, so be it! Go and check your brother is giving the boy what he wants, get your pot of ointment and come back to me when I have spoken to your friends."

He kisses me forcing his tongue deep inside. Then swats my bum and I scamper off to do his bidding. He is talking with the other three in turn, other nights they will lie with him, but tonight he is all mine!

Alberto lies on the boys belly, I ask him if he has been good.

"Your brother fucks well, much better than my Master's boys!"

Then he grips my hand and whispers urgently to me. "Listen friend you are going to die here just like me, we have a chance. After your Master has fucked you he will be deep asleep. Take the key from around his neck and unlock me. I will kill him with the harpoon and we can escape in the boats! What do you say?"

I am sick with horror at the boys obscene suggestion, I can not answer him. I just say "Maybe" and pull Alberto away from him, little ones should not hear such obscenities, nor will he realise what happens to such boys, he was too little to remember the runaway Dominic, but I remember every detail of his last days. To runaway would be unthinkable, but to kill your Master? It makes me sick to think about it.

When Kumu and Christian have finished Don Carlos and he is cuddling and speaking to Miguel, I tell them what the boy had said, they gasped with shock. Kumu said "We must kill him tomorrow, another night would be dangerous, I will sleep on my harpoon to keep it safe. You go and get your fucking Rodolfo and don't worry I will keep an eye on him!"

We all hugged each other and Miguel as well when he came and said "He wants you now Rodolfo, I think he's really randy so you are going to get it good!"

I get my pot and work the ointment into me, I used some of my money for the best hoping this would happen. I go to him lying naked and hard on his spread bed roll. He opens his arms and I squirm on to his massive chest. His hands are all over me and I squeak with the building pleasure. He rolls me on my back and pushes my knees to my shoulders, I wrap my ankles round his neck as he ever so slowly enters me. He thrusts slowly, gazing into my eyes. His cock pushes past the special place inside me and soon I am delirious with lust, shouting out for him to take me harder and faster. All to soon my sperm jets out over my belly and on to my face, and with a great shout my Master, Don Carlos, fills my guts with pulse after pulse of his sperm. But that was only the first time in the long night till dawn, Miguel was right he was very randy, and all for me!

Chapter 15b
The Training of the Whale Boat Crew, part 2

Rodolfo's father speaks

"Rodolfo, my son, you tell your tale well with fine words. Continue and tell me what happened with the dawn."

Rodolfo continues

"Awake so early little one after so much fucking? You are a randy little bugger aren't you? Well I am ready to come again so you see how well you can ride me."

We had not done it this way yet, but of course it's part of my training. I squatted across him and lowered myself onto him. When I feel his pubic hair against me I use my thigh muscles to raise and lower myself and my sphincter muscle to squeeze him when I thrust down. I try something new and pinch his nipples and he starts groaning and twisting under me, this is wonderful that I can make my Master feel so good!

He seizes my nipples and twists them hard and I cant help letting out a squeal but I want him to take me hard and show the miserable swimming boy the depth of my love. My Master seems to know what I want moving one hand to my testicles and squeezing hard on my thrusts.

I can't restrain my self but shout out over and over again "Oh fuck that hurts, oh please harder, harder, harder, oh god please let me die for my Master and please him with my agony!"

The last phrase is of course the litany of St Antonius, but I could not sing it only gasp it. All to soon I felt my sperm spurting out over my Master's chest and seconds later he gave a great cry and went rigid lifting himself and me off his blanket. I squeezed him in rhythmic pulses to make the pleasure last and last, I think I am very good at doing this! I could not help steeling a glance at the swimming boy, who gazed back with hate, envy, betrayal but mostly terror.

"Bastard!" he mouthed silently. Soon my Master collapsed panting.

He looked into my eyes and just said "Oh! yes! what a whore you are boy!"

I was so proud. We went to swim and I cleaned him and helped him dress for church, the others had prepared breakfast for us all and hot coffee for our Master.

While he was drinking Kumu, Christian and Miguel came and hugged me they all said that they were very proud of me that I could make him so happy! Christian said "How many times?"

"Four last night and once this morning!"

"I bet I can get him to fuck me six!" And we all rolled about laughing.

"Shut up brats!" I know when my Master calls us like this, it is because he loves us and is not angry. Angry is different and very frightening even if you are not the unlucky one!

"Unlock him, he can come to church with us, good for the soul!, but of course I forget he has not got one. Mignons get the boats in and ready to leave immediately!"

He held the key out to me and I felt my guts turn to water, I knew what would happen if the boy got into the boats with the harpoons and lances lying about. I knew what happened to a boy who refused a direct order. I also knew that if I told him why Alberto if not me would have that fate. I could not help myself but felt the piss dribbling down my legs in my terror. Now he was beginning to get angry.

"Well what is your problem boy! Ready for release and can't carry out an order?"

I had no time to think, I just knew I had to protect him even if I was taken back in chains and skewered to the compound gates for my disobedience. I fell at his feet sobbing uncontrollably in terror.

"Please Master, I want to die for you, but please please leave him chained here, please!!"

He was growing thoughtful but still held the key out to me. I knew I had gone to far to back down.

"I am sorry Master, I can not! Please leave him here. I know you must send me to the gate for disobedience!"

So very slowly he retracted the key, "So be it boy, I see your terror and think you have your reasons. So you will not go to the gate, yet 3; You would without question if you had disobeyed me at home, so you better make sure that none of your friends breaths a word that I have spared you 3; Understand?"

"Thank you Master thank you" was all I could sob.

So we left him chained there with a bowl of water and rowed off for church, I tried to get near to kick the water over before we left but my Master watches me very closely now. He knows something is wrong.

The row across the bay, no breeze and sparkling water, was good and made me feel happier. This time Kumu rowed a single oar in the bow, Miguel a pair in the middle, and I a single one in the stern. The mignons rowed in the same fashion close alongside. My Master seemed quiet and thoughtful. I found my courage.

"Master, Kumu taught us a whale boat song from long ago in his islands, may we sing it for you?"

"You may, but swap with Christian so you have more breath to sing!"

I stood braced in the stern of the boat and sung until my heat would break from love of my Master, the others sung the chorus, pulling in perfect time to the rhythm of the song. When the final notes faded across the still sea my Master was very quiet, almost sad, at first he said nothing just stoked my thigh, then, "I would like very much for you to sing that again for me sometime, and certainly when you win."

I think he might just be beginning to forgive me.. In the little harbour Alberto and Sven rowed the boats off and anchored then and we file behind our Master through the narrow old streets to the church, I have heard people say that many more people now come to church and it seemed very crowded. At the steps me and Alberto were handed over to an altar boy. He was a free boy about my age and wasted no time getting his thumb up my arse as well as Alberto as soon we were out of sight.

He whispered in my ear "Pretty boy and little brother are going to be fucked by all of us after the service. You will love that won't you, you little whore?"

"Please, young Sir, we would both like that very much!" I knew what I had to say and hated it, but I suspect even my Master has to be careful with the church.

The service was long a boring as always except in the parts Alberto and I got to sing, naked on the altar steps in front of hundreds of people. I could feel them watching us and a sigh whenever I tried for a high note and pulled my belly and thigh muscles in tight, this also made me half hard and they seemed to sigh harder. As I sung I looked as the great painting of St Antonius over the door, writhing in continuous agony from his five self inflicted wounds. He was made out to be a golden boy perhaps a little younger than I, you could see every tortured muscle, steams of dark blood flowing and mouth open in an everlasting song of praise to his beloved Master. When we were not singing we had to go and kneel at the feet of the priest obediently kissing his feet.

He hissed at us and kicked me "Spread your knees wider, whores, so that they can see you are!" I knew every body could see our gaping and reddened arse holes, even a Tribute Boy can feel shame and I felt I wanted to die, don't be angry Papa! Then the priest got up to give his address, he was an older and crueller looking one than the one that had spoken at our dinner.

"Well my flock, in something a little over a month we will have our great Summer Festival, this is no concern of the church, of course we are concerned not with earthly pursuits. But as you have chosen to hold it in the week before the great saints' feast days of St Sebastian and St Antonius it marks very important event for the church as well. Even now we have chosen the lucky Tribute Boy who is Sebastian and are rigorously training him to give a convincing and long drawn out performance 3;"

Alfonso from our Hacienda was called to the front, he looked terrified and strange in his altar boy's clothes.

"Show them what will edify their souls boy!"

Alfonso slipped the cassock off his shoulders and it fell round his ankles.

"You see a good sturdy boy responding to fattening up! We have every hope that he should be able to improve your minds even longer than last year's effort! You all know of course that Tribute Boys have no souls, to think otherwise is heresy, and you know what happens to such Merciful god has allowed them two ways to redemption. Praise be! The first is that any boy that is granted his conditional freedom after an exceptional Final Performance can petition for acceptance into the church. The second is that each year the boys chosen to play St Sebastian and St Antonius are accepted into the church before they portray their namesakes. Thus their newly acquired souls go to paradise the same as a free man's, though their miserable bodies perish in prolonged agonies for your enlightenment! As today we have permitted some Tribute Boys into our service for your enjoyment, I thought I would briefly retell the edifying tale of St Antonius."

"This happened many centuries ago when the boy Antonio was given in Tribute by his father to a pagan Emperor of Rome when he was seven years old. Now it was customary in those days to release a boy after his Tribute, they did not understand the danger to Christian society that the lumpen mass of degenerate humanity posed. Now Antonio was a Christian and prayed all the time during his Tribute that grow to please his Master in every way and his Master grew fond of him and well pleased with everything about the boy, after all he was especially beautiful as well as having a gentle and loving nature. In his twelfth summer a terrible famine fell on the land, by his thirteenth summer everybody was starving, even in the Palace. Antonio knew that his time of Tribute was soon to be over, and that unless his beloved Master could feed his subjects he would soon be over thrown and murdered. He prayed and it was revealed what he must do! He chose a boy two years younger than him also in his Masters favour and shared his terrible plan with him. He then waited until his Master rode out of the city to see the stricken countryside. He instructed some of the Palace Eunuchs to make him a large diagonal cross and stand it outside his chamber, a vertical one would of course be heretical! He also asked for five large nails, a file and a hammer. He spent all next night filing the points of four of the nails very sharp. For the fifth he measured very carefully and drove it firmly into the arm of the cross where his right wrist would fall, then filed off the head and sharpened that too. In the few hours of dark left he prayed and in the still hours before dawn when in silent procession to a small square, in front of the tiny church and carried out his plan. With the dawn people drawn by singing as if from heaven punctuated by screams that tore the soul flocked to the square and found Antonio had nailed himself to his cross, one nail through each foot, one into the join of the cross through his genitals, and one through his left wrist. His right wrist he had forced onto the spike of the fifth nail. Then he had ordered the Eunuchs to set the cross upright. Appalled by the agony of their Emperors favourite people rushed to release him, but he commanded them to leave him, saying only my Master can give me my Release! His whole body writhed in agony as you can see there!"

He pointed to the painting and everybody turned, he kicked me hard when nobody was looking and hissed "When I tell you sing St Antonius' litany!"

When he had their attention again he continued. "When god granted him respite from the agonies he had so freely chosen, to demonstrate the greater glory of god, the boy sang his litany, which should be a reminder to every Tribute Boy of his duties! Now brat!"

I sang clear and sharp. "Oh god let me die for my Master! Let me enlighten him with my agonies! Let my suffering be long to show my love!"

This I sang three times over, my heart bursting with emotion I had only eyes for my Master in his special pew, the others prostrate at his feet. I saw him smile at me. My heart leapt perhaps it was going to be all right and he would forgive me! When I finished the last line I prostrated myself at his feet, they smelt badly.

"The boy endured for three days, though on the last both his song and his screams were faint. That afternoon the Emperor returned, asked for his boy and hurried to the square. He embraced the dying boy and said 'Why have you done this my child?' With his last breaths Antonio gasped, 'To show my Love for you my Master, and to show you the way to save your people by confessing to the true faith!' He gave one last faint shriek of agony and died in his arms. The Emperor realising what his boy had done by his sacrifice entered the small building and with great pride and sorrow confessed his new faith. Outside a bolt of light ascended to heaven, this was the boys new soul. That night it rained and the famine was broken, god be praised!"

There was not much more service to go, I was dreading the next bit and I squeezed Alberto's thigh to give him courage. We filed out after the altar boys and the other priests into the vestry.

"Have some fun with them, but don't fuck them till I get back from saying goodbye to the flock!" He ordered.

When he had gone they lost no time both the boys and the men stripped off and started pulling us about and screaming at us. I could see they were all hard and knew we were not going to get off easily! One boy about twelve was slapping Alberto's head from side to side as he was forced to suck him. He was soon crying. I do not want to tell Papa any more as I see he is getting angry.

The priest came back and said "Me first boys! Spread him for me!"

I was dragged across to a table and held open for him even though I bucked in terror. "I do like the little brats to show some terror of their betters!"

But before he could rape me the door crashed open and there was my Master.

"That will be quite enough of that I think father!" His voice was very quiet and I have never heard him so angry! "The boy has been granted his Release and is technically free 3;" The priest started to say something 3; "do not say he asked for it, I know otherwise! Release them both immediately!"

I could see the priest was white with rage, god help the next poor boy he had in his mercy! But our Master had saved us and protected us.

We were all very quiet at first as we rowed back, my Master kept on saying "Godless hypocrites the lot of them!" But a Tribute Boy learns not to hear comments about his betters! About half way the black mood seemed to leave him, he stood in the boat and stripped off, he always seems more comfortable naked like we are. "Come on lads cheer up! Lunch and then some sport with that swimming brat! That do you?"

"Yes please Master" we all chorused, I could not wait until the bastard who had caused Alberto and I such anguish should get his just end 3;

Rodolfo's father speaks

That Don Carlos protected the boy even when he was under suspicion of disobedience shows the nobility of a gentleman, my Rodolfo gives his love and loyalty. But something else is happening to me, all these images have made me painfully hard, or perhaps it is the beautiful naked and wanton boy in my lap.

But he is my son! I see he is hard too and run my hand across his belly and on to his cock, fondle his balls. He moans with lust I know I could take him now, but we have so little time left together. Neither should a gentleman offend his host by making free with his property so I say

"Your actions were noble my son, continue with your tale!"

Rodolfo continues

"Well done you two, you are both very good at sailing a boat, but Rodolfo wins!"

And he gave me a hug! Am I forgiven? In this mood we had a good lunch, he had even bought an extra sack of melons, I ate mine greedily the juice running down my chest. When we had finished Miguel's mignon Alphonse cleared and washed up.

"Right you four, funs over and we have hard training after your siesta. First, did you all have an orgasm last night?"

We nodded.

"No more sex till I say, Christian you will come to my bed tonight."

I felt jealous that it was not me but pleased for my friend.

"Next you will chase that boy swimming, as training. If you do not manage to catch him after two hours I will replace one of you with him!"

This was awful we had to kill him quickly now, he might kill my Master yet if he got in the boat, even persuade the others to help him!

"Alphonse and Sven you are to give our friend over there a good massage to make sure he is ready to swim well, but no talking to him!"

"Yes Master!"

The boy was listening.

"You boy! you heard me? I give you a chance, I think perhaps you do not deserve!"

"Si Señor!"

Thank god my Master knows something is wrong!

"Kiri and Alberto you will massage me before I sleep!"

"Yes Master!"

"Right that sorts out your lusts for a while. You Kumu bring the leather roll over and I need to give you four something serious to dream about, and you boy as well I think?" The last to the swimming boy.

We all sat round in a circle which included him though he was still chained by one ankle to the log.

My Master untied the roll and flicked it so that it rolled open. Inside were a row of gleaming harpoons, two lances and two whips that seemed like the one that Christian used on us.

"Up till now you have only used practice weapons without barbs. You could have taken the boy with these but he was too quick and agile for you. Now you use the real things."

He held up one of the gleaming steel harpoons, not as big as a whale harpoon he explained this was because boys are not as big as whale! It was like a larger version of the spear from a gun for snorkelling, a steel shaft about 12 mm diameter and 1m long. In this it was just the same as the practice harpoons fitting into a wooden detachable shaft and having a fine plastic coated wire trace about 3m long attached to it so the line could not be cut when it lodged in a boat or one of its crew. The harpoon lines were the same in tubs in the boats of fine nylon line, difficult to hold and to pull as it had to be light enough to follow the thrown harpoon. We knew this could cut a boys hand badly handled carelessly. The awful difference was that each head had a twin hinged barbs that would go to ninety degrees if the harpoon was attempted to be pulled out. We did not need our Master to explain what this meant for us he just demonstrated the sharpness and how it hinged and looked at us hard each in turn, but longest at the swimming boy. For the first time my guts churned in fear, the swimming boy groaned and pissed himself and I felt better. Then he showed the lance, not like a Coursing or Hunting lances but with a cutting edge about 15 cm long, it too fitted on to the same wooden handles as those for the harpoon but locked in place. There were four harpoons and one lance for each boat, we would have to take three or four boats to win he explained but we could capture weapons from a boat we had taken. Mignons may only act in self defence he ordered.

Last he showed us the whip.

"The one Christian uses now on you to train you will hurt you, this has steel tips on each lash. It will cut the skin open. He should not use it on you at the start of the race, nor during your training. He should use it to wound an opponent crew if he can. He may use it on you to make you row faster when you are getting exhausted. Christian remember how important the television rights to a winning crew are, for you pension funds. If the camera is on you in the final contest use it well!, the audience will love it!"

A long pause.

"Remember young men your race is against Death, but you do have just one chance in one hundred of winning it!"

The awful fear churned my guts again.

"Now sleep!"

But I could not, I just watched Alberto and Kiri, one brown one black using every part of their bodies to massage my Master with his special oil. Eventually I dozed 3; 3; to be wakened by a shake from Alberto.

The other mignons already were in their boat with the swimming boy and my Master.

"You four can get into your boat and start hunting him when I push the brat in the water, and you have two hours start!"

Alberto swam out and climbed aboard, the swimming boy sat on the rail in mask snorkel and flippers back to the sea. they rowed slowly away from us. Oh god he was giving him an awfully big lead, then a splash as he went over backwards into the sea 3; We did not wait to see him come up he would now be swimming frantically away from us. We frantically plunged into the water and swam out to Lorca and clambered aboard.

"Row with three of us until we get close!" I ordered the others and we started in our long pursuit.

I can not remember Papa all that happened. I only tried to row hard and keep good time for the other two ahead of me. Christian followed his every turn, but still we could not close him. Gradually he got weaker and slower, but so were we, my breath came in sobs my body slicked with sweat and my hands blistered, I was desperate for water. Kumu now balanced in the bow, he must not get too exhausted to throw. Twice we got close enough and the boy evaded the throw with uncanny skill. Kumu was cursing in his native French like he always does when he is getting scared. The mess of line took some time to clear each time and we had to row even harder to catch up. Suddenly our luck turned I hear Kumu scream with fury, and then with joy. Christian ordered us to stow the oars and Miguel and I turned to face the bow, to control the line. The boy had surfaced close to the bow and Kumu had driven the harpoon into him just below the right shoulder blade. Now he was swimming frantically away from us taking the line with him but we had him fast. Every now and again he puffed blood and water out of his snorkel. It did not take long to get him alongside us, still frantically trying to swim. Kumu raised the lance to finish him but my Master now close in the mignon's boat, shouted for him to stop.

"You must often kill your opponents in their boat or yours, so haul him in and practice!"

We did and we hauled the thrashing boy into the boat, Kumu had done well the harpoon had gone right through him and projected just above the nipple, barbs pulled back flat against the flesh. Blood ran from both wounds into the bottom of the boat, and trickled out of the corner of his mouth. There was no way such a weapon could be pulled out once it had been driven into a boy! We held him down and pulled off his mask and snorkel and Kumu raised his lance again.

He screamed at me, "You Bastard why did not you and you shit little brother help me to kill him last night! Now you are all going to die!"

Kumu had started down to silence him and only halted at my Master's roars "Stop! What has been going on you should tell me about."

I started to stammer in fear.

"Shut up Rodolfo, we will sort this out ashore."

I felt awful, sick with terror as we rowed back, I could see the anguish on Alberto's face as they rowed along close to us. The boy writhed, bled, and screamed from time to time.

At our Master's order we beached the whale boat and then jumping out ran it up onto the beach. We lifted the wounded swimming boy ashore and laid him on the sand at his fee.

Then with that cold calm voice that he only uses when he is truly angry he addressed us as we knelt in a semi-circle facing him.

"There has been something going on that I do not know of. Rodolfo and Alberto it is clear that you two sluts are in the middle of it. Rodolfo stand up and come here."

I rose to my feet and fighting back the tears walked unsteadily towards where my Master stood, his face cold and hard with anger.

"Now Rodolfo," he said looking me hard in the face, "what has been going on? Tell me."

I struggled to speak but words would not come.

"I'll tell you," the swimming brat suddenly screamed out, "I'll tell you 3; First I asked that one 3; The one too frightened to speak to set me free and help me kill you and then when he wouldn't I asked the other one the young one 3; his brother 3; to try to persuade him to do it 3; they neither of them told you 3; fine loyal Tribute Boys they are 3;" A fit of coughing ended the boy’s rant and blood mixed with saliva trickled down his chin.

Then Alberto was on his knees beside me stammering out his confession. It was while he was riding the boy he started coaxing him with ideas of freedom if only he could persuade me to unlock him. Being a foolish boy, not yet 12 years old, he had listened. Perhaps he forgot the law or did not know it, such talk would be unthinkable to one of our boys and we do not speak to boys from Masters so unjust as to encourage such thoughts. I knew the law. It is simple he who talks, however briefly, of mutiny is guilty of mutiny, Alberto had talked so had I.

I sobbed at my Masters feet, clutching him round the ankles.

"I could not tell you Master because then you would have had to have had all three of us executed 3; 3; I wanted so badly to win the race for you and it would have spoilt your crew 3; I knew we had to practice with him to be good enough 3; Tribute Boys may not tell tales 3; But I had to protect you from him, if you had made me unlock him he would have tried to kill you in the boat 3; Oh please I did not know what to do 3; Forgive me 3; I know you must now execute me and Alberto 3; Let us die for you 3;"

The reasons all jumbled out and made nonsense, but how could I know how to make a good choice we are always told what to do.

"Enough boy!" I could see his anger and it was terrible, I knew I deserved. But he turned to the swimming boy and I began to realise that he was the object of my Masters wroth

"So you miserable little shit I spare you from your drowning, give you a slim chance, and you are so ungrateful as to scheme my murder and corrupt my boys! Without that wound you would go on my compound gate, but you won't last that long and I am not going to get the vet to you just for that!"

The boy was kneeling sobbing and clutching his wounded chest. My Master kicked him hard in the balls and he collapsed screaming.

"You Alberto have been very foolish, by rights you should go to the gate, but I do not think you are wicked and it would be unjust for you to die alone when the cause has escaped retribution. Neither do I want to mess up the training by the commotion it would cause. I shall punish you most severely but you will not be killed or marked to harm your performance. "

Alberto was sobbing out his thanks when he turned to me. "You Rodolfo have been foolish too but I can see it was out of love and honour, so I pardon you 3;"

Before I could speak he added

"But 3; you must prove your loyalty by killing this brat for me!"

I just sobbed and nodded my head. The boy had stopped writhing and lay on his side moaning.

"And you are going to give them very good training before he does, but as I am a merciful man I will not have your pension fund cancelled."

The next couple of hours were terrible, even though we knew he deserved every minute. First we were ordered to haul him belly down spread wide over the log he had been chained too. Christian was shown how to use the fighting whip on him and soon he was making a continuous high scream only interspersed with gasps for breath. The three lashes did terrible damage and soon every space on the back of his body was cut and running blood. Christian was getting very carried away with his job grunting with pleasure every time the whip struck, his penis so hard it pressed against his belly, the tip leaking. My Master ordered us to halt and turn him over. The boy was loosing consciousness and he went and got a syringe out his box and drove it into the boys thigh. He snapped back again; eyes wide with terror, the screams started again. Next he instructed Christian to use the lash across his eyes.

"Very effective to dispose of an opponent boat steerer."

He said in a cold voice. I could see Christian was getting a blood lust like I have seen at a couple of festivals and he screamed as he did so. The boys eye sockets now a bloody mess and a bloody froth of terror drooling from his jaws. Kumu was then instructed to cut free and pull through the harpoon, then use the lance to sever the tendons of his elbows, a good way to immobilise a harpooner. Still the boy screamed and screamed. Miguel then, to sever the tendons behind the knees, that way that he can no longer row. The boy could no longer see but he could hear as my Master said

"Now Rodolfo, but very slowly."

The boy knew what he meant and his upper body convulsed. I did what I was instructed. First I slit off both nipples as trophies for my Master. Then I made him hard, Tribute Boys seem able to get hard and shoot their sperm even in the few moments before death, will it be like this for me? I too am very hard at the boys agony and perhaps with anticipating my own in just a few weeks.

I see why my Master insists that we have no hair here it makes the cut difficult and the trophy not so fine. At the moment that the first gobbet shot out I sliced upwards with my dagger, who could think he could scream more?, and presented my Master with his principle trophy.

I placed one hand on his smooth belly sucked in taught with agony and slimed with his last ever sperm, oh god I was hard and aching now as I felt him move under me. With my other hand I slit his throat with my beautiful dagger.

The mignons took the the carcass away and left it on the beach, just meat to be eaten by crabs and gulls. We were all now very quiet and thoughtful. Christian and Miguel were sobbing, Kumu shaking, I felt dizzy and sick, but somehow elated. "In hunting terms young men you have been well and truly blooded, you will hunt well on your big day!"

He laughed, "We have one last matter to attend to. Alberto!"

My brother approached him shaking and starting to snuffle. My Master seized his jaw and forced him to gaze into his eyes.

"Do you love me boy?"

"Yes Master, unto death!" Noble words stammered fearfully.

"Then prove it, give me the lower joint of your left little finger!"

Alberto held his hand out, my Master ruffled his hair.

"Silly boy, you will need Rodolfo's dagger to cut it off first! Give it him!"

I did seeing the comprehension bring terror to his face.

"Use the log, and chop down, a brave boy like you need nobody to hold him, does he?"

Alberto shakily obeyed trying to gather his courage. He still screamed very shrill. He presented my Master with his penance, blood streaming from the stump. My Master took a brand out of the fire and blew on it and pressed it onto the wound to cauterise it. Alberto dropped to his knees moaning and clutching his hand.

"Well done Alberto, I accept your love and loyalty you are pardoned."

I could see pride shine through the tears in his eyes, your Alberto is a fine son too Papa. Then my Master chased us all into the sea and there catching and throwing us, even Alberto joining in until we were all laughing until we ached.

That night I watched my Master drive into Christian, my friend screaming with lust as he did so. I was still a bit jealous though! I wished I could have sex but No! my Master had ordered. I thought that maybe the best sex is like with the boy and the cut follows the orgasm. Then to slit one's own belly open to show your love what a noble end! These thought made me very hard and wet again, but eventually I slept.

Next morning Christian was being fucked again and still having a very good time! He did say he had only managed five times same as me so I am not jealous. After breakfast everything was cleared and packed into the mignons boat which was send back to unload and give the boy back to his master. Then my Master sat with us clustered round him.

"The next time you come to this place it will be as the winning whale boat team, if it is gods will, some of you will be wounded, some maybe dead, but you will all have the glory of winning! I love you all and am very proud of you now, but even more so then! He said he loved us! We all embraced him and kissed him until he hushed us.

"Also remember that there is a chance of a pardon if your performance is spectacular, though this has never been given in this event, but there is always a first time!"

We sat still and quiet for a time, we had a lot to think about!

"When I get back from the Picos I will coach you for two hours each day, and you will all come to me alternate nights, in the meantime I think you know how to train?"

On the row home our Master had a surprise for us. He had had the boat seats altered so the wooden butt plug we use on the eating benches screwed in in the same way.

We sat on it to row and every time I pulled back it pressed against my prostrate gland and made me very hard. One after another we groaned and shot under this stimulation, my Master keeping count. My chest and belly was soon slicked with my loads. We were exhausted when we made it back to the town!

Rodolfo's father continues

"Forgive me Señor Rodolfo but the boy has other duties to prepare himself."

Rodolfo kissed me hard and deep, not as a son does and scampered off smiling. The man continued, "I think you might appreciate an outlet over the next few days, if you will accompany me to your room there is a gift waiting for you from Don Carlos."

When we got there a naked boy sat cross legged on the bed, laid out in front of him where a whip and other things I did not know. The man said "Buenos noches Señor!" and closed the door. The boy sprang to his feet and stood before me.

"I think Señor will want to fuck me very hard, but first he will want give me much pain, this I like. He does not know the best ways to do this so I will have to be his teacher!"

He guided my hand to his balls and told me to squeeze him hard, his screech and squirm was very satisfying. He was a very good teacher, but the writing screaming boy that I took so many times that night was always in my imagination my son Rodolfo. I think I will enjoy his race, what a fine gentleman Don Carlos is to give a poor man such a gift.

Chapter 16
Don Carlos Thinks Of The Past And Plans For The Future

Don Carlos speaks

He seems to have taken to Juan, several times requesting permission to ride over to his farm, it is fitting that my first pardoned boy should be fucking my son, and I was touched by Juan's request to help my son in his ordeal, and of course I agreed. His boy Mir seems to be making progress, he no longer screams every night even before he is beaten, its amazing what love, security and firmness will do to a broken life.

He kneels, blond head against my son's naked thigh, blue eyes full of love. But even as I watch something slips, the eyes cloud with remembrance, "Mama" he sobs, then stifles it. "Forgive me master, I keep seeing the blood and the flames inside my head!"

My son is learning as he says, "What shall I do boy?" and strokes his back.

"Please drive the thoughts away Master, please!" He throws himself back arms spread wide.

My son takes the special small whip with the padded lead weights, "Would you excuse me one moment Papa?" I nod.

He stands and starts to lash him across the spread thighs, then the ribs, adding to the bruises but not cutting the delicate hide he is so taken by. Mir starts screaming with the pain and I notice with satisfaction that his penis is pushing up into his long foreskin.

"That's your morning ration of six, Mir!"

The boy looks at him with love shinning out of his cleared blue eyes, the memories gone, for a while. He is almost broken now and Christopher is quietly confident of his new found ability as he sits back at the table. I think I have no worries on this score. Good too that Christopher has chosen Xavier, tough partly broken slum penal boy, as a sparing partner. He seems to be bending him to his will as well, I saw the fierce animal pride of his young Master in the lout's eyes as they cracked each at others ribs, naked and filthy with dust in the practice yard when I drove back yesterday. His bruise are fading and he moves less stiffly so the arnica cream has worked its magic.

I think back to the night, it seems long ago but is less than a week ago, when we arrived from the Balkans. I was pleased that Juan went to my son and comforted him where his father could not. If he is to lead he must not only display courage, but learn the inner courage to fight his own growing self doubts and terrors. Only that way will he succeed, only that way will he withstand his Grandfather. withstand he must, there has been so much blood spilt, so much agony, to give him his chance, his future, for him to fail.

After he left the table I talked business with Hassan, making sure everything was running smoothly and would be ready for the busiest part of the season, clients have to book two years in advance to find a place here at the end of July and in August. They pay highly for the privilege and expect every conceivable delight to be available for them, for their children, sometimes even to amuse their wives! Then I asked if he was pleased with his 'bonus', did he have a name? "No Señor, I did not bother to ask the brat! He needs no name to please me!"

He is a hard but loyal man, he would not dream of treating one of the Hacienda boys like he will treat this miserable brat. I am not sure if I approve of such brutality, but the brat would have only lasted a couple of months in a Bolivian copper mine or wherever. It is just a price the brat will have to pay to reward my friends loyalty.

"Buenos Noches amigo, dream of the pleasure he will give you when you feel he is ready!"

"Gracias Señor!" and he left me alone with my thoughts.

Mir's suffering has made me excited, I had nothing in the Balkans though some of Señor Gotti's entertainment's were excellent. He sent me a delightful ten year old, raven haired with blue grey eyes, after the party. The boy was very practised but when I looked into his eyes only terror and despair were there. Without love and lust there is no fun, so I gave him a 50 obol coin and let him sleep with me till morning and sent him on his way with praise. So tonight I am ready for hard sex.

I clap my hands and to the sound of the tinkling bells of their ankles Jan and Mishear dance in to kneel before me. They have taken much care with their preparations and are looking radiant, skin, gleaming with health and vitality. They have ribbons braided in their hair and are wearing the cock and ball harness's I ordered. Jan's black against his gold pubis, and Mishears' white against his dark brown. Ito and Ino, also looking splendid, black skins glistening with oil, kneel behind them.

I had them dance for me, now Jan's fear has left him they are very good indeed, maybe even good enough to have just a chance of the President sparing them, so I will have to consider the implications of that. One is that my guests will be expecting two agonising deaths and will not be disappointed. Of course in the long chance of a pardon Ino and Ito will have to die in their place and I think I know a way that this can be done that is particularly spectacular, but they too must be trained for the eventuality. Later I took all four boys to bed and worked them hard, it was deeply satisfying. Jan and Mishear are now both highly sensitive to pain and desperate to find release in orgasm. I find a boy writhing in pain as it drives him to jet his sperm over his belly without, even touching his penis, highly erotic 3;.

The next day Christopher was quite and tense. I rode around the Hacienda noting the Release Boys training with pleasure, Sky loping alongside the horse tirelessly. Garcia somersaults over the wheeled practice bull pushed by his mignon, long dark curls flying. Tueng spars with his aiming viscous kicks at the boys balls. Jonathan seems to be faster and more certain of himself now. Chueng at Señor Anthony's does chin ups thighs gripping the bar between his legs. Richie sulks and does nothing. Manuel rolls on and off his horse at full gallop effortlessly. Nico and Ahmed, knives flickering in the sun, slash at each others bellies.

My clients seem happy too, even the children. The sons of the Davis' family, twelve years old and ten years old, look guilty, holding switches, as I ride by, a second year is sobbing in the dust at their feet. I bid them good morning and hear a swish and a scream behind me as I ride on; obviously learning young! Another repeating client, the Rev. Baker, walks hand in hand with a fifth year, talking earnestly to him as would an adult lover, the boy gazes at back him with love. Yet two years ago I watched him screaming in lust as he watched his previous lover's death spasms. Yet others are kind to their boys for the holiday, but most quickly forget when home.

I spent the afternoon after siesta writing letters. Soon it was time for the evening meal, I dressed in leather chaps and loin cloth, leather jerkin, and I walked over to the Stock Yard with a very quiet Christopher and a very sore and stiff Mir. I told Mir what he must do. The meal seemed unusually quiet and after a hush spread over the yard. I signalled to Mir who came and stood before his Young Master.

"Yes boy?"

"If it pleases my Master I would like to request my Release. If it pleases you I would like to guard you on your ordeal, to help you with your circumcision and then to prove my love for you by gelding myself and slitting my belly," the last with a sob.

"Are you sure Mir? If you wish you can spend two more years here before you ask this?"

"But then you would think I did not love you enough Master! Let me do it this time! Please!"

"Very well so be it, I accept your love and your Release!"

There was a quiet cheer as my son cut off the iron collar that the boy had only worn for a few days and presented him with his dagger. Mir then kissed his feet and knelt beside him. Now was the difficult bit. I stood up and said so all could hear.

"Christopher, I believe you want to ask me something, and that you will need an assistant?"

"Yes Father, can Xavier come up?" I nodded and the boy came to the dais, I waited, Christopher swallowed hard, doing well to contain his fear.

"Please Father would you punish me because I disobeyed you, and I did not behave as your son should whilst we were away?"

The silence was intense,

"How shall I punish you for this my son?"

"Please Father, I deserve twelve lashes and please can Xavier horse me?"

There was a sharp intake of breath form the kneeling massed boys.

"Very well boy, prepare your self!"

Too late to back off now I watched him strip his loincloth off, naked, frightened and vulnerable as any Tribute Boy he grips Xavier's neck and the other boy leans forward presenting the whole of my sons body for punishment.

I pick up the heavy tawse, take off my jerkin and measure my distance for the first stroke, he is expecting this to be across his buttocks but instead I drive the leather down with all my strength across the boys back. The shock drives the breath out of him and he gasps, the vivid red weal turns slowly purple. The next lash is a little lower, his ribs show as he pants struggling for breath, brown body slicked with sweat. The next lash is across his thighs just above the knee joint, and involuntarily his legs spasm with the pain, even more so with the fourth stroke just below the crease of his buttocks. Now I see his buttocks clenched in pain or is it with an orgasm? I drive four more, spacing them out so that he appreciates every ounce of pain, on to his buttocks leaving them lividly bruised but no bleeding as there would have been if I used the heavy cane. His head is thrown back mouth open in silent agony.

I am becoming very aroused, I wish I could take him hard now, but I must carry on. One more stroke across his back. Now I stand by his right shoulder and aim two lashes in quick succession, length wise down the buttocks and backs of the thighs crossing the other strokes. He is beginning to loose control legs spasming wildly in spite of his efforts at self control. But there must be no doubt amongst the boys of the completeness of his punishment, and waiting my chance till the legs are spread wide I drive the final stroke into the cleft of his buttocks, the end of the leather curling in to strike across the anus. There is a gasp of horror and admiration from the boys. Xavier straightens up and there is wet sucking as their sweat soaked bodies separate, but not only sweat as I see my son has coated his friend with his sperm. Christopher stands swaying groggily, eyes welling with tears.

"Thank you Father, may I leave and go to my room now?"

"You may Christopher, but next time I might not be so lenient on you!"

"Yes Father, Buenos Noches!"

He has not even the strength to dress but walks pained and stiffly across the yard, too proud to go the easy way through the Games Complex, Mir looking frightened and concerned scoops up his loin cloth and pads after him. But now I must have relief and I dismiss the boys and take Xavier into one of the Games Rooms and thrust into him without mercy my body against his soft flesh slicked with my sons sperm. At the finish he says.

"Thank you Master ! Now I know I will have the courage to win the quarter staff competition for you!"

Exhausted, and needing more gentle pleasures, I send him to summon the Whale Boat crew to attend me back at the house, and that night I took Kumu to my bed and fully explored and used his lean, long limbed velvet body. His legs go rigid and his toes curl and uncurl in building lust on the silken sheets. He relay does have a very big cock for his age, and watching it spurting sparking white semen on to his heaving black belly deeply satisfying, especially as I am ejaculating deep into his throat simultaneously. Three down and three to go I must not forget the rest of the team. Variety is the spice of life.

The training trip with the whale boat was excellent, far better than I had hoped. One must seize the opportunity to train boys well. All the team are good as are the mignons, but Miguel only follows Rodolfo's lead, where as I think he prefers Kumu or Christian. Also his mignon Alphonse lacks fire I fear. Christian was an excellent fuck the night before last, why did he keep begging for me to make it six times? Vincent and Vasco I will take tonight, I do like sex with twins. Ah but Rodolfo was really special, showing the magic mixture of lust, devotion, and initiative along with the courage to live by his actions, and his little brother is quite something too. I will make sure their Papa gets a special invitation. What a pity that one must die even if they win.

Back in the present of a sunny summer morning, I dismiss Christopher to his practice and summon Sky with the pony. He stand there panting, long limbed and trembling with anticipation. His copper oiled skin is glistening and long raven black hair hangs over his shoulders. I slept alone last night tiered after the island, but now I feel the lust building; I think this is time for the final part of his breaking, just after the 9th birthday is good. If you start them right away as some do they are loose and useless before they are 13 and you miss much good fucking them into orgasm, besides they have much to learn about how to give pleasure in other ways and learn the necessary muscle control while you wait.

"Tie the pony to the rail Sky, can you ride a horse boy?"

"Oh yes Master!" He is very eager.

"Mount him then!"

He joyfully springs on the ponies back, I use no saddle, so he sits thighs spread wide to accommodate and grip his large mount. I go to him and move his hands behind him onto the ponies rump, then start moving my hands over his taught stretched body. He throws his head back and moans. I work him harder, see his little prick hard against his belly, move my finger under him, into him. Yes a virgin but ready! I feel the pony getting restive and glance down, he is fully hard too, boy sex always turns them on. I pinch his little nipples and he squirms and starts thrusting his hips. I bite at his ear and he squeaks.

"Well little boy are you big enough to ride your Master?"

"Oh please I don't think so, but I want to 3; make me like the big boys then I can run faster for you!"

I lifted him feather light and trembling into my arms and back up on to the warm flags of the veranda, I like their feel against my naked body as I lie back and he stands there uncertain.

"Get the butter, and the jam boy."

This is a tip my father taught me for the first penetration, the red masks all the other red as they clean up after, its such an anticlimax if they go into hysterics because they suddenly realise its them that's bleeding. He coats my member with the butter and a little jam too, then obedient to my instructions squats over me. He does try, finding the right place and pushing down hard but he is delightfully tight. Now the pain begins, with it the panic that he will fail me and himself, I find this very stimulating; as he struggles and cries out. I let him struggle for awhile, pinching his nipples hard to stimulate him even more, he is getting more desperate in his thrusts, but he is still hard, full of lust and determination. Then I have mercy on the poor little brute and seize his hips and very slowly pull him down, he was not quite big enough and I feel him tear a little and I am in all the way. When the scream died triumph began to light his eyes

"Is it in?" I nodded and he gave a little whoop of satisfaction.

"Come show me how well you can ride Sky!"

Now I got full advantage of his training, a virgin boy with perfect control over his sphincter, despite the obvious pain, is using his thigh and calf muscles to drive my adequate penis into his hot guts. He grunts in a mixture of pain, effort, and lust every time he goes right down. His copper skin slicked with sweat, dark eyes glazed, he starts shuddering with his first dry orgasm and I feel him contract almost painfully around me. Feeling my self ready I reach down and press myself painfully to stop the orgasm, he must work hard before he gets my sperm in him. While he works me back up I remember my first time, I was his age too. When he orgasms again I stop my self but when he does it a third time I let myself go and half hear my cry as pulse after pulse fills him. He drops shuddering on my belly and I stroke him a few moments before reminding him with a swat across the bum of his duties. He cleans me lapping greedily oblivious of his blood and shit mixed with my sperm.

When he is done I kiss him on the cheek and tell him he's now a full Tribute Boy, not just a little one, his eyes shine with pride though he is obviously very sore. I then go back to my chair and order him to kneel in front of me. I notice there is a lot of blood on his thighs.

"Sky, I have something very serious to ask you, now you are a full Tribute Boy will you do something for me, even though you will die if you fail?"

"I will Master."

"I want you to run for a wager against a boy from Miss M's stable at the big special event where Jan and Mishear dance, are you willing?"

"Oh please Master I will run and run." He even looks excited not perhaps appreciating the protracted agonies that he is agreeing to win or loose.

"Miss M is a cruel an hard woman and her boys know what she does when they loose. If you win I get 1000 € and choose an entertaining fate for her boy, I know you will win out of love for me?" He nods furiously

"But if you loose, she chooses your fate, and be sure that it will be very unusual, and very very painful. I think for instance she might like to show my guests how to make knot work patterns with that pretty skin of yours 3; first! Understand Boy?"

Good, I see the terror in his eyes, a little does help the love along to achieve a really splendid performance.

"Yes Master I will win for you or die!"

"Good boy!" I see the confidence come back, my timing just right.

"Well you are going to be useless to run for me today after giving me such a good ride, so get along with you to the vet for a check up of your sphincter, and get him to confirm that you can run for a couple of hours without passing out on us too? Oh and send the first boy you see to attend me unless he is with a guest."

"Oh! Thank you Master!"

We both know he would not run 100m in his present state and he is relieved at my mercy and understanding.

"Off with you then don't dawdle or it will all run out!"

He walks away giggling, but painfully splayed legged, and I recover from an excellent fuck while awaiting his replacement.

This is going to be an excellent day, if only it wasn't for those bloody Germans coming next week, they are sure to cause trouble, probably kill a couple of wretched brats in addition to all the hunt quarry they want. Bloody great Mercedes full of trophies groaning all the way back to Frankfurt or wherever. No taste, a boys life should be savoured individually not in great heaps of corpses, almost as bad as the Serbs or whoever they were. Thank god they are filthy rich and will pay through the nose for every one they take. My only other worry is that arrogant little fucker Richie, what surprise is he going to have in store for us? Well I have one for him and will warn The President of the Coursing Event 3;

The Narrator writes:-

This is the end of the first part of the Tribute Boys story, Book I. What will happen to our heroes small and big in Book II? It is now the start of the second week of July 2099. The German Party arrives in one week, and the Summer Release Festival is the last week of August.