Worldwide Boy Gladiators Part 4
By istari

copyright 2007 by istari, all rights reserved

* * * * *
This story contains scenes depicting sexual acts and various
other extreme humiliations involving minor males.  This
story is intended for adult audiences only, and is a work of
complete and total fiction. If you should not be reading
things like this, then don't.

Story, characters and content are copyright 2007 by istari.
Do not repost without permission of the author.

Comments are welcome and can be directed to
istari_olias@yahoo.com
* * * * *


Chapter 9:

"Alright boys," the doctor said sharply. "I had your chains
removed so you would be a little more comfortable. I don't
think it is necessary to keep you boys chained like that all
the time, but I don't make the rules on 
the island... just here in the infirmary. But don't get the
wrong idea. My girls and I will make you wear the chains
again if you give us any trouble. That means you do exactly
as you are told, when you are told to do it. No whining. And
no talking unless one of us asks you a question."

The boys nodded quickly and obediently.

"Follow Anna and Terri over to the shower."

"Come on, little cuties," Anna with her golden-blond hair
said. Terri seemed to be the oldest of the three medical
assistants, her hair long and black.

The young women made the boys stand on the shower tiles and
proceeded to inspect their nude bodies very closely. Allison
Trench stood near-by watching her two aides.

"Raise your arms over your heads, boys," the doctor told
them.

The boys obeyed revealing their smooth hairless armpits.

"Keep them up there. Anna, Terri, check them from head to
toe for any hair."

Terri inspected twelve-year-old Alexei, while Anna
thoroughly examined Chris from the blond hair on his head
all way down to the tips of his perfect boy-feet.

Anna looked very close and noted the thin soft young boy
hairs on Chris' arms and legs. "He's basically hairless,
ma'am," she reported, "except for his pubic hair. He has
some little hairs on his legs and arms, but he's probably
had that since he was a baby."

Allison Trench nodded. "Doesn't matter, dear. It has to go.
Have him bend over and present his rear end to you. He's
thirteen, so check him closely."

Chris was ready to die of embarrassment. Anna made him bend
over and grab his ankles. With his head down between his
legs, he could see the blond-haired woman staring at his
butt. Behind her, Doctor Trench was looking on with an
amused smile on her face.

"I can't really see much, ma'am," Anna said. "What should I
look for."

"Check his perineum... the skin between his anus and his
scrotum. Is it hairless?"

"Yes, it is."

"Spread you cheeks, boy, and let Anna look at your little
pucker."

Chris let out a miserable sob, but did as he was told,
gripping his hands on his butt and spreading his cheeks.

"Does he have any hair back there, Anna?"

"None at all, doctor."

"Good."

Terri, older and more experienced than Anna had finished
inspecting Alexei without the need for the doctor's
direction. Alexei was found to be even more hairless than
Chris, if that was possible.

"So it's pubic hair and a little bit of baby-boy fuzz," the
doctor said with a smile. "Karin, is the depilatory cream
ready?"

"Yes, doctor," Karin said, rather disappointed that she had
missed out on the fun of inspecting the cute muscular bodies
of these young boys. 

All four of the women snapped latex gloves on their hands,
and passed a squeeze bottle back and forth, depositing a
large amount of thick green gel in their palms. To Chris it
looked a lot like toothpaste, but it had a strong unpleasant
smell.

Anna and the doctor began rubbing the green goo all over
Chris' young body, concentrating on his pubic area, rubbing
it all over, and under his ball-sack.

"Make sure you get the backs of his legs," the doctor
instructed Karin and Terri who were working on Alexei.

"He doesn't have any hair there," Terri commented.

"Not now, but he would in a few more years. We might as well
stop that from happening right now. You see, boys," she
said, turning her attention to the naked young males
presently covered in green slime from their necks to their
ankles, "this stuff removes all the hair from your bodies
and kills the follicles, even the ones that haven't starting
sprouting hairs yet. Once we spray you down, the only hair
you'll have will be whatever's on your head."

"It'll ... it'll grow back, won't it, ma'am?" Chris asked
softly. He could feel his skin tingling, especially down
between his legs.

Allison Trench swatted the thirteen-year-old's behind. "No
talking. And to answer your question, no, it will not grow
back, at least not for four or five years. You might sprout
a stray hair here and there, but you will basically be
permanently hairless."

Chris' mouth dropped open in shock. The doctor smacked his
bare behind again.

"Close your mouth, boy, you look like an idiot. Your
indenture allows us to make a few modifications to your
body. This is the first one. I can promise you it won't be
the last."

Chris remembered Jason telling him about the pills he'd have
to take, the ones that would make his dick grow longer.

'Oh god,' he thought to himself. 'I'm gonna be a big-dicked
hairless freak!'

"Now you boys just stand there and stew for a few minutes,
then we'll wash you down."

And stand there they did, naked and covered in smelly green
gel while the women talked and joked and basically ignored
them.

"You know it's really strange," Karin said, "over one
hundred people on this island just to take care of ten boys.
I mean what's all the fuss, they're only slaves, right?"

"Legally yes," Allison Trench answered, "but from a
practical stand-point it's a lot more complicated. In return
for signing the indenture, each boy got five million
dollars, and another half a million went directly to the
boy's families. So they are really a rather large investment
for the network. If any of them are permanently disabled or
get sick and can't compete, XB1 loses a lot of money."

"Five million!" Anna said, staring over at the two naked
boys. "Those little shits get five each?"

"William Durand wanted the best athletes, good boys from
good homes. Boys who are bright and handsome and weren't
already slaves."

"From what I've seen he got them," Karin said. "They're all
cuties, just like these two."

"And that doesn't come cheaply these days," Doctor Trench
reminded them. "Besides, if you had even the faintest idea
of all the terrible things these boys are going to be put
through before their indentures expire, you'd probably say
five million isn't nearly enough. I'm sure most of them are
having second thoughts already. What about it, boys?" she
asked, turning her attention to the young pair still covered
in green goo. "Still happy you signed on?"

"I think I should have asked more questions first, ma'am,"
Chris said honestly. "I don't like being a slave."

"That is the whole point, young man," the doctor said. "But
you signed away your freedom fair and square, and now you're
stuck with it." She looked down briefly at her watch. "Times
up. Let's get that stuff off you."

Chris and Alexei stood under the shower. The water was
warmer than back at the barracks, but just barely.

"Just wipe the gel off with your hands, boys," Anna told
them.

In less than a minute it was all gone and so was every
single hair on the boys' bodies. The thought that it was
more-or-less permanent was still giving Chris trouble. He
felt so humiliated as he watched the last of his blond pubic
hair swirl down the drain. The thirteen-year-old was
completely smooth down there now, just like his little
brother.

After another quick inspection, the boys were given towels
and told to dry off. "Come over to the examination chairs
when you're done," Anna said.

With his hair still dripping, Chris walked over to the
strange looking chairs with the leather padding. The doctor
gave him a smile. "Hop up there, boy."

"Yes, ma'am."

Chris climbed up into the chair. There was a padded rest for
his head. He noticed that his butt sort of hung over the
end. His legs didn't reach the floor.

"Put your feet in the stirrups," Trench ordered, raising the
two metal contraptions into the horizontal position.

Looking down the length of his body, Chris could see what he
was supposed to do and placed his feet in the metal braces.
The doctor and Karin quickly clasped his shackles to the
stirrups, locking his ankles in position. Leather restraints
were then tightened over the boy's thighs.

"Rest your arms at your sides."

The shackles around his wrists were locked down to the
chair, and another leather restraint was drawn across his
chest and buckled just tightly enough to keep him still.

"Alright, we're going to lay you back now," the doctor said.

A few seconds later, Chris was completely horizontal, his
legs stretched out in the stirrups. They moved the chair
back a little further until the boy's head was slightly
lower than his hips. He got a quick rush of blood to the
head but adjusted quickly. Karin then repositioned the
stirrups, bending the boy's legs up toward his chest and
spreading them wide apart. Chris blushed and squirmed in the
chair. In this position he was embarrassingly and helplessly
exposed, with all of his most sensitive parts on display.
Next to him, twelve-year-old Alexei was strapped down to the
other chair in the same manner.

"Alright, girls, lets flush them out before we go any
further."

Clear plastic bags on IV stands were rolled into position
between the boys' legs. Chris could see both bags were full
of fluid and that his was fuller than Alexei's. A long clear
tube ending in a thin white nozzle hung down from the bottom
of the bags.

Alexei, who recognized what the bags were for, began to
wiggle around in his bonds, begging them in Russian not to
do it. Chris wasn't really sure what was going to happen,
but the length and shape of those white nozzles made it
fairly obvious where they would ultimately be going. Soon he
too was looking at the young women with pleading frightened
eyes.

"Looks like they both know where those tubes are going,"
Terri observed with a laugh.

"Then let's not disappoint them," the doctor said.

The nozzles were lubricated and forced not too gently into
the boy's rectums. The twelve and thirteen-year-old's both
shouted and tried to keep the things out of their butts.

"Oh come now," Allison Trench scolded them, "the nozzles
aren't that big. Just relax and behave yourselves. You're
getting enemas to clean you out. Yours will be a small one,"
she said to Alexei. "Yours," she turned her face to Chris,
"will have to be a lot bigger, since I'm told you aren't
going to the bathroom."

"I just couldn't go, ma'am," Chris explained. "I tried to...
"

"Well, now we're going to help you." She put her hand over
his stomach and pressed gently. "You'll feel a lot better
when it's all finished."

Chris somehow doubted that.

Doctor Trench signaled her assistants who opened the clamps
on the hoses. A few seconds later both boys gasped and let
out a high-pitched groan as the water slowly began to fill
them up. Chris squirmed and curled his toes. He balled his
hands into tight fists and closed his eyes. He was already
feeling the pressure deep inside.

"Aaaggh," he moaned. "Ohhh... gawd... oww... please stop...
" he trailed off in a series of soft sad little grunts and
groans.

"You've only got about half of it inside you, Zero-Seven,"
the doctor said.

"It's killing me!"

"No it isn't. Don't be such a little baby. You can take all
of it."

Chris moaned again and raised his head. Between his legs he
could see the liquid in the bag slowly draining through the
hose and entering his butt. He could feel it going up inside
him.  The thirteen-year-old's stomach was now starting to
swell up and he felt all squishy inside. Then the first
cramp hit and he screamed out loud, a high piercing shriek.

"Take it easy, cutie," Anna said, standing next to him and
wiping the sweat from his forehead with a soft rag. "Just
breathe through it. That's right."

The cramps continued for a few minutes, causing Chris to sob
fitfully. He didn't even realize that the enema bag was
almost empty.

"Good boy," Trench praised him moments later.

Chris finally noticed the bag was empty, all the liquid was
sloshing around inside him now. He looked at the two women
with pleading eyes.

"I gotta go to the bathroom," he begged softly.

"Not yet," Anna replied, gently massaging the boy's
distended belly.

"Awww, that hurts, miss."

It did hurt. Chris felt like his stomach was a balloon about
to burst. 

"You just hold everything in until we tell you," the doctor
ordered. "And don't you dare shit all over my floor, young
man."

Next to him, Alexei was being released from his chair. Karin
and Terri helped the boy shuffle over to the toilet, the
nozzle and the plastic hose still sticking out of his butt.
He got down on all fours and clenched his eyes closed and
concentrated hard on keeping all the water inside him while
Karin pulled out the nozzle. He scrambled onto the toilet
the second the nozzle was out and emptied his guts with a
loud cry of relief. The twelve-year-old sat there for ten
minutes expelling all the liquid and everything else inside
him. Chris could hear his new friend moaning and whining. He
couldn't wait until it was his turn, the urge was becoming
unbearable.

"Aaagh... get off the fuckin' toilet, Alexei," Chris
pleaded, still bound to the chair. "I really gotta go bad!"

"What do you think I am doing, Chris?" the young Russian boy
asked, still doubled over the toilet, holding his cramping
guts.

"You keep holding it," the doctor warned Chris sternly.

It was another five minutes before Alexei felt like he was
really empty. Blushing and embarrassed he flushed the toilet
and stood up. Everyone in the room could see that his young
cock was swelling up inside its metal cage. The young women
all laughed softly.

"You must be enjoying yourself," Anna observed, gently
teasing the humiliated boy.

Alexei was most definitely not enjoying himself.

"Anna, don't be so cruel," Doctor Trench said. "It is quite
normal for a boy to have an erection during an enema. In
fact I think you'll find Zero-Seven here is having the same
little problem."

It was true. Chris could feel his dick trying to get hard.
It was straining against the bars of the chastity cage. He'd
been so distracted by all the liquid sloshing around inside
him that he only began to notice it when the spikes started
digging in to his dick.

'Why the hell does it keep doing that?' Chris thought to
himself before the latest cramp caused him to groan out
loud.  "Please, ma'am," he pleaded again, "I need to go so
bad... "

They made Chris wait a few more minutes before they
unbuckled the straps. The boy scurried over to the toilet as
fast as his swollen cramping guts would allow. Terri was
there waiting for him. He got down on his hands and knees
tried to keep still while she pulled out the nozzle. He
scrambled to the toilet the second it was removed.

"Aaaahh, shit!" Chris shouted as he lost control of his
bowels.

"That's the idea, boy," the doctor laughed. "Just sit there
for a while. Rub your tummy. That'll help you get everything
out."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Anna, Terri, go ahead and get Zero-Four on the examination
table. Take his temperature and his pulse, and draw a blood
sample. Remove his chastity device, but don't let him play
with himself. And don't you play with him either. I don't
want him having an orgasm."

Anna and Terri escorted the naked four-foot-nine-inch tall
twelve-year-old to one of the exam tables and had him sit on
the edge. It was Anna who opened the padlock and freed the
boy's penis from its tight constricting cage. The metal ring
remained snuggly in place around the base of his hairless
genitals. Alexei sighed with relief once the cage was gone,
and of course he got hard almost immediately, much to his
extreme embarrassment. His five-inch erection was pointing
up toward his navel.

"None of that, Zero-Four," Anna scolded him gently. "We need
to take your ring off too. Get it soft."

"Yes, miss," Alexei said, willing his cock to deflate and
behave itself. It was embarrassing enough being naked in
front of all these women, but having an erection in front of
them was just terrible. While the boy was still half-hard,
Anna removed the cock-and-ball ring. The twelve-year-old's
penis softened quickly once the ring was gone, returning to
its modest three and 1/2 inches. Alexei swung his legs back
and forth nervously while the two young nurses proceeded to
record his vital signs and jabbed a needle into his right
arm.

While Alexei was having his blood drawn, Chris was finishing
on the toilet. Never in his life had the thirteen-year-old
taken such an extraordinary dump. He just sat there
bewildered and doubled over. He felt weak when he finally
stood up. His legs had gone all rubbery.

"I'm... I'm done, ma'am," Chris announced softly, still
rubbing his stomach with his left hand. His insides felt
strange. Not bad, just strange, strange and empty.

"Well wipe yourself. For heaven's sake, Zero-Seven," Doctor
Trench said, shaking her head. "We're not your nursemaids.
You clean your own little butt."

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am," the boy answered, quickly
sitting back down. 'How could I forget to wipe?' he thought
to himself. 'Am I like three or something?'

When Chris was done, the doctor made him bend over and
spread his legs wide apart while she inspected him for
cleanliness.

"Good," she said, satisfied with the young teen's efforts.
"Clean boys are healthy boys." She swatted him hard on the
behind. "Now get over to the exam table and hop up. We've
got to take your vitals and get some blood out of your arm.
You're not squeamish, are you?"

"No, ma'am."

Chris certainly didn't like them, but it was the younger
Andrews brother who was terrified of needles. He shuffled
over to the second metal table and climbed up and swung his
legs over the edge. Next to him, Alexei was anxiously
waiting and wondering what was going to happen next. Every
time the boy's dick started to show even the slightest signs
of an erection, Anna or Terri would roughly skin his
foreskin back and flick the moist pink head with their
fingers. It stung and made him shout in protest, but it did
keep his twelve-year-old dick nice and soft.

 "You keep yours down, Zero-Seven, or you'll get the same
treatment," the doctor ordered as she unlocked the thirteen-
year-old's chastity device. Of course it was impossible for
the teenaged boy not to get hard once his dick was freed.
Chris turned red as his young cock sprang to its full hard
six-inches.

"I warned you. Karin, give him a lesson, please."

Karin forced his foreskin back and flicked the end of his
dick with her index finger.

"Ouch!"

"I have to keep doing this until you get it soft, boy," she
told him. There really wasn't much sympathy in her voice.
Her eyes danced playfully as she flicked his dick again.

Chris ended up so busy trying to keep his dick soft that he
didn't even notice when the needle entered his arm to take
his blood.

"Alright, both of you up on the tables. On your hands and
knees."

Still feeling light-headed, Chris and Alexei pulled their
legs up onto the examination tables and got into position.

"Spread your legs wider," Doctor Trench ordered.

The boys obeyed, both very much aware that their rear-ends
were now totally exposed. Their balls were also on display,
dangling low in their hairless sacks, Christopher's
noticeably larger than Alexei's. The tip of the older boy's
cock was just visible hanging below his scrotum.

"Alright," Doctor Trench said to her assistants. "Let's hook
these boys up to the milking machine. We've got eight more
of them after we've milked these two."

Chris and Alexei looked at each other in confusion. Neither
of them knew what a milking machine was, or exactly how it
would be used on them. 

"Now you boys keep still," the doctor told them. "You'll
probably find this very pleasant... at first."

The machine in question was rolled on a cart and set between
the two exam tables. Chris craned his head back and stared
at it. It wasn't very big. It looked a lot like a vacuum
cleaner to the thirteen-year-old's innocent eyes. There were
two clear plastic hoses, one attached to each side. Each
hose was connected to a narrow metal tube about six inches
long. The ends of the tubes were open, but the tubes were
completely solid, made of shining stainless steel. Each tube
had leather straps hanging from the end. Chris didn't have
to think very hard to figure out which part of his body the
tube was meant to attach to.

Connected to the bottom part of the machine there were two
large egg-shaped objects, made of the same shining steel as
the tubes and attached to the machine with thick insulted
cords.

At the front of the machine, Chris could see all sorts of
switches and knobs, and a metal plate with the words
'Hartford Pediatrics Model 4870c Sperm Extraction Unit' in
small black letters. Below this in much larger lettering was
the machine's more popular name: The Boy Milker 5000.

Chris decided he did not like the looks of this machine at
all.


Chapter 10:

Chris and Alexei were on their hands and knees, watching
with nervous eyes as the doctor and her young female
assistants prepared the machine.

"Gloves, ladies," Doctor Trench said, and the three twenty-
somethings quickly followed the doctor's lead and snapped
latex examination gloves on their hands.

Trench stood in front of the machine and made several
connections. "Now listen closely, boys... look at me... "

The two naked boys raised their heads and craned their necks
back to look at her.

"You're going to be milked. Do you understand what that
means?"

"No, ma'am," Chris answered for himself and his twelve-year-
old partner. The fear and innocent confusion in his young
voice was obvious and drew a smile from the doctor.

"I'll explain it to you then. When a boy is milked, it
simply means all the sperm is drained out of his testicles.
It's done by stimulating the boy's penis and his prostate
until his sperm starts to come out of him. I could do it by
hand," she reached between Christopher's legs and gave the
thirteen-year-old's semi-erect cock several long firm
strokes, causing the boy to moan in pleasure, "but that
takes far too long." She stopped just as the boy's penis
reached its full six-inch erection, sticking straight down
between the naked thirteen-year-old's legs. "The machine is
much more efficient, and it can extract all of a boy's sperm
without allowing him to have an orgasm."

 "Excuse me, doctor," Anna interrupted. "I'm not entirely
clear on why the boys have to wear the chastity devices...
or why they aren't ever allowed to have a climax."

Allison Trench smiled indulgently. "Well, dear, for the most
part it is simply because they are slaves. Boy slaves
require constant discipline, and you know how most boys
can't control their own penises. They really are nasty
little animals."

Anna nodded. "My youngest brother is about zero-seven's age.
He's always playing with himself."

"I would speak with your parents about that, Anna, if I were
you. It's a filthy habit for a boy to develop... they need
to put your brother into a chastity belt immediately... but
I'm getting away from your question. Discipline is a very
important part of these boys' lives now. They are not
allowed to touch themselves and they are certainly not
allowed to waste any of their energy giving themselves
sexual pleasure. By keeping the boys in permanent chastity,
we keep them in a permanent state of sexual frustration.
Even the younger boys will feel it to some degree. Boys like
Zero-Seven here," the doctor jiggled Christopher's low-
hanging balls and set them swinging between his thighs,
"will be in constant need of sexual release. His
testosterone levels will rise, resulting it better athletic
performance. All of that pent-up energy has to go somewhere.
He will release most of it during the competitions."

"So why milk them at all?" Karin asked.

"Several reasons, my dear," the doctor answered with
seemingly endless patience. "It will prevent the boys from
experiencing nocturnal emissions. Remember, they are not
allowed to have orgasms, not even in their sleep. Secondly,
milking them on a regular basis will further reinforce in
the boys' minds the basic fact that they are the property of
the company. We have complete and total control over their
bodies. Lastly, and I think most importantly, it is a matter
of keeping the boys healthy. A young boy's testicles can be
permanently damaged if too much sperm is allowed to build
up. One or more of these boys will probably end up being
subjected to chemical castration and genital reduction
before his indenture expires, but until that decision is
made, it is our job to ensure that our little gladiators
remain sexually healthy. Milking a boy does not release as
much sexual tension as you might think."

"How does the machine work?"

"I'm sure our two little slaves are wondering the same
thing. The best way to teach you is to have you start. Anna,
Karin, you will be responsible for Zero-Four. Terri, you
will assist me with the older boy. Everything is connected
and the machine is already on stand-by. We simply need to
place the sheaths around their penises and insert the
prostatic plugs... "

"These egg-shaped things?" Anna asked, picking up one of the
solid metal objects. Chris and Alexei stared at them in
dread.

"Yes, dear. We'll start by inserting them into the boys'
rectums. Why don't you apply some lubricant to Zero-Four's
behind. Terri, if you would do the same for Zero-Seven."

"Yes, doctor," the two woman answered in unison.

"Ma'am, are you really going to put those things in our
butts?" Chris asked, squirming anxiously on his hands and
knees.

"That's right, boy. If you're worried that they're too big,
I can assure you that once the contests begin, you'll have
even larger objects inside your cute little butt. Now I want
you to be quiet and let Terri lubricate you properly. If you
keep acting up, we'll just shove it inside you without any
lube at all. I can promise you won't like that."

"I'll be good, ma'am," Chris said.

"Me too!" Alexei piped up. Anna already had her finger
buried in the twelve-year-old's hole, and his cock was
twitching and throbbing and fully erect.

"They both have erections, doctor," Karin noted.

"So they do. It doesn't matter. Once the sheaths are
attached, they'll soften somewhat, although not completely.
Insert the plugs."

The next two minutes were unbearable torture for the two
young boys as the metal objects were worked deeply into
their rectums until their tight young holes closed around
them, leaving only the electrical cords running out of their
butts and into the machine.

"The plugs use a low level current to massage each boy's
prostate."

"And the metal sheaths, doctor?" Anna asked.

"They also provide a mild electrical stimulus to the boy's
penis. Enough to keep the boy in an extreme state of
arousal, but not sufficient to permit him to have an orgasm.
After a few minutes, the combination of the two will result
in a constant flow of pre-seminal and seminal fluid. A few
minutes after that, the boy will start to release his sperm.
It may take up to one hour before he is milked completely
dry. They will both find it quite pleasant at first, but the
process quickly becomes quite agonizing."

 Chris and Alexei were both wiggling their hips and whining
softly as they tried to get used to the metal plugs in their
butts. The pressure on their young prostates was causing
them both almost overwhelming feelings of arousal. Chris,
with his head down, could see that his penis was incredibly
hard, pointing straight down at the surface of the metal
table. There was already a line of clear fluid dribbling
from the tip. He watched in fascination as it slowly
stretched all the way down to the table. He was experiencing
uncontrollable spasms in his anus, each one resulting in
another drop of pre-cum oozing out of his thirteen-year-old
dick. Next to him, twelve-year-old Alexei was experiencing
the same sensations.

"They're both leaking, doctor," Terri noted, somewhat
surprised that boys so young could produce so much fluid so
quickly.

Doctor Trench laughed. "Then we'd better put the sheaths on
their penises before they leak all over the table."

"I think this one might be too big for Zero-Four, doctor,"
Anna said, holding the stainless steel tube.

"There are smaller ones in the cart, Anna. Simply detach the
hose and select a smaller one for him. The tube should be
about an inch shorter than the boy's erection. The sheaths
are meant to be tight and very constricting. You will need
to apply some lubricant to their penises before you slide
them into the tubes."

Chris gasped in pleasure when Terri rubbed the cool
lubricant over his painfully hard dick. He needed to cum so
badly. The young teen thrust his hips desperately, trying to
bring himself off in Terri's hand.

"You naughty little boy," she scolded him, smacking his
behind several times. "Don't you dare. Now behave yourself
and keep still."

"Do you need help getting the sheath on him, dear?" the
doctor asked.

"No, doctor."

Terri slid the thirteen-year-old's erect penis into the
metal sheath. The thick leather straps at the end of the
stainless steel tube were wrapped around the base of the
boy's genitals and buckled together, keeping the sheath
firmly in place. Chris discovered that his hard dick just
barely fit inside the tube, but there was no room for it to
grow any larger. Every time the plug in his butt rubbed
against that magic spot inside him, his penis tried to swell
up even more, straining painfully against the metal that
encased it. It was actually worse than the chastity cage.

"He's ready, doctor," Terri announced, smacking Chris' butt
one more time.

By now Anna and Karin had Alexei's noticeably smaller penis
sheathed as well.

Doctor Trench stood at the machine and pressed several
buttons. Almost instantly, Chris felt all the muscles in his
abdomen clench tightly. His penis throbbed madly inside the
sheath. The egg-shaped plug in his butt was delivering a
constant electrical stimulus to the thirteen-year-old's
prostate. A few moments later a milder electrical current
began to flow through the metal sheath around the boy's
penis.

"Oh, god... ohhhhh... wow!"

It felt good. Actually it felt great. It felt like he was
going to cum any second. Chris closed his eyes tightly and
clenched his fists. He was so close. So close.

"Oooooohhhh," he moaned.

"Aaahh," Alexei sighed next to him.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum, miss," Chris said to Terri. She was
standing beside him, gently cupping the thirteen-year-old
boy's impressively large testicles with her left hand. The
young woman just smiled.

Young Christopher Andrews was in for an unpleasant surprise.
The feeling inside him got even more intense, but he did not
cum. He wanted to. He needed to. He should have. But he
couldn't. The electrical current in the sheath stopped. The
rapid pulsing vibrations of the plug in his butt did not. He
could feel his penis soften, just a bit, inside the metal
tube, but his need to shoot his load did not go away. If
anything it got even stronger.

"Oh, man... what... what's happening?" he asked in a panic.
"I can't cum... why can't I... what's it doing to me... oh,
god, please let me cum!"

Both boys were whimpering and moaning.

A soft noise suddenly filled the room. The vacuum pumps in
the machine had started, forcing the boys' pre-cum through
the clear plastic hoses. Chris could actually feel the
machine pulling his clear fluid out of his dick.

"It will take a few minutes before we begin to see signs of
sperm in the hoses," the doctor explained.

Once again the electrical current started running through
the sheaths around the boys' penises. Once again, Chris and
Alexei began to gasp and whine as they were cruelly brought
to the edge of orgasm and then denied. All the while the
pumps in the machine were quietly and relentlessly sucking
the fluid that was streaming continually out of the boys'
dicks.

After five more minutes of this methodical stimulation,
Chris felt a strange and not entirely pleasant burning in
his testicles. He felt his balls draw up toward his body.

"Oh. Oh, shit. What's happening... aaawww... aghhhh... "

"What is happening to him, doctor?" Anna asked as young
Chris began to sob and groan.

"Zero-Seven is experiencing a prostatic orgasm. It can be
quite traumatic for a boy, especially the first time it
happens. He'll have several more before the machine is
finished with him."

Christopher's abdominal muscles clenched again, and inside
the plastic hose the flow of liquid quickly turned a milky
white. All the while the metal plug in the thirteen-year-
old's butt continued to stimulate the young teen's already
over-sensitized prostate. Chris lowered his head and looked
between his legs. He could see the metal sheath that covered
his dick, and the long plastic hose that ran from the end of
it, attaching him to the milking machine. He could see his
milky boy-juice working its way through the hose. He was
cumming, but he wasn't. It was horrible and confusing. Chris
didn't know it could happen this way. It didn't exactly
hurt. But it didn't feel good. If this was the only way he
was going to cum for the next three years he was sure he
would go crazy.

He still needed to cum. Desperately.

And the machine still kept working, sending electrical
shocks into his prostate and penis, relentlessly sucking his
cum out of his young body.

"How long do we keep them on the machine, doctor?" Karin
asked, watching Alexei's thin immature white seed flow
through the hose.

"Until they're dry, dear," the Doctor Trench answered.
"Based on their level of sexual development, I'd say they
will both need at least thirty minutes. Zero-Seven may
require a full hour."

Chris decided he most definitely did not like the machine.
Another prostatic orgasm shook his body as yet another
stream of his boyish seed oozed out of his dick. He'd never
felt so helpless or so ashamed, naked on his hands and
knees, his ripe thirteen-year-old balls dangling between his
legs for everyone to see, his penis strapped into the
milking sheath. He tried his best to be brave, but all these
strange and unpleasant feelings were too much for a young
boy to deal with. As the machine forced a third miserable
cum out of him, he began to cry, softly and weakly. Alexei
had already broken down in hysterical tears a few minutes
earlier. A chorus of their high sobbing voices filled the
examination room.

Doctor Trench smiled and increased the level of stimulation
to the boys' prostates. They wailed and whined and their
torturous misery continued.


Author's note:

I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. More
misadventures await our young heroes on Gladiator Island. 
And yes, there will be some actual athletic competition,
eventually. Stay tuned!

Gladiators owes a big conceptual debt to a number of great
stories (all of which are on this site). 'Pain Factor' by
Platypus, 'Last Boy Standing' by Nialos Leaning, 'The Games'
by Big Paul, 'The Right Teacher' by Conor, and 'Strings and
Sacks, Inc.' by Sir Cum Sizemore have all helped to plant
the seed for this crazy little tale of mine. Thanks guys for
the continued inspiration and the great story-telling.



  
WBG4_Worldwide_Boy_Gladiators_Part_4