Worldwide Boy Gladiators Part 9
By istari

copyright 2007 by istari, all rights reserved

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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
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Chapter 19:

"To our Special Guests,

Welcome to Gladiator Island and Resort. We hope your stay
will be a rewarding one. This guide to the island will
assist you in maximizing your pleasure and getting the most
out of your admission pass. As a special VIP guest, you and
all members of your party have been granted total access to
the island. This naturally includes all official
competitions between our young gladiators as well as
exclusive "behind the scenes" bonuses, including but not
limited to observation of weekly training, discipline, and
milking sessions, special evening gatherings served by the
boys, and optional private sessions with the boy or boys of
your choice (for an additional fee).

General Information:

1. All the boy gladiators on the island have been specially
selected for their athletic prowess, physical beauty and
intelligence. At the moment the boys range in age from 10 to
14. All of the boys were specifically indentured for service
on Gladiator Island, and have not previously been indentured
or enslaved. Each boy's indenture expires upon his sixteenth
birthday.

2. Live contests and competitions are held every Friday
evening and throughout the day on Saturday. Your general
pass allows you complete access to any and all of these
events.

3. Pre-recorded events are held at varying times throughout
the week. You are welcome and encouraged to attend. Tune to
Channel 1 on your in-room television for a list of this
weeks' events, locations and times.

4. Sunday is reserved as a Punishment Day for the boy
gladiators, where the boy or boys with the lowest weekly (or
monthly) score are assigned and administered their
punishments. Your VIP guest pass allows you access to both
the punishment lottery on Sunday morning, (where the boy
selects, by chance, his assigned punishment) and the
punishment session held Sunday afternoon.

5. You will notice that all of the boy gladiators are kept
naked, collared and shackled. While the boys are all
respectful and well disciplined, for your own protection we
ask that you do not interfere with the transport or movement
of the boys from venue to venue during the course of your
stay. Opportunities for close physical examination and
photography of the boys will be provided throughout the
week. Check your weekly guide for details.

6. All of the boys have had their pubic hair and body hair
permanently removed in accordance with article VI.iii of the
International Child Enslavement Act of 2027, which requires
that all enslaved or indentured male children be kept
hairless.

7. All of the boy gladiators are kept in strict chastity at
all times, in accordance with article VI.vii of the
International Child Enslavement Act of 2027. You will notice
chastity belts on the younger boys and chastity cages on the
older ones. Should you choose to purchase a boy for a
private session, a key to the boy's chastity device will be
provided at no charge. Additionally, as with all boy slaves,
each boy gladiator is required to wear a butt-plug at all
times. We ask that you return the boy to us with his
chastity device and butt-plug in place. Boys are milked on
an individual schedule as determined by the island's medical
department. Milking sessions are open to observation and
inspection. A schedule will be posted along with the week's
special events on Channel 1. Depending upon the individual
boy, milking sessions can last up to three hours. You are
free to come and go as you please. We ask that you refrain
from talking while observing a boy's milking.

8. During your stay, you will no doubt notice other boys on
the island. These boys are slaves and the property of XB1.
They are not involved in the competition and they are not
available for purchase. We call these boys 'mules.' You will
easily be able to identify them by their gray slave smocks
and the spherical chastity pods installed permanently over
their genitals. We ask that you neither speak to, touch, nor
engage the mules in any way as they have important tasks to
perform throughout the day to keep the resort running
smoothly for you.

Boy Gladiator Statistics:
Below you will find information and statistics on each of
the boy gladiators currently enslaved on the island. Should
you wish to purchase a private session with any of the boys,
please dial *7 on your suite telephone and an operator will
assist you. Sessions can be booked for 8, 24, or 48 hours.
We ask that you refer to the boys only by their assigned
number. Please refrain from addressing them by their given
names.

Boy 1-0:  Name: David Brown
Origin: Australia
Age: 14 years, 8 months
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 108 pounds
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Penis: 3.75" flaccid, 5.5" erect, uncircumcised
Sport: Swimming

Boy 1-0 is generally shy and well behaved. He is
heterosexual with clear submissive tendencies, easily
aroused by bondage and discipline. He will make an ideal
slave for our valued female patrons. Boy 1-0 possesses a
penis of slightly below average size for his age, his
testicles however are quite large.

Boy 0-9:  Name: Philippe Dulac
Origin: France
Age: 14 years, 5 months
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 105 pounds
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Penis: 3.25" flaccid, 5" erect, circumcised
Sport: Diving

Boy 0-9 is soft spoken and rather introverted. He is
homosexual with moderate submissive tendencies. He
demonstrates limited arousal under bondage and discipline.
Boy 0-9 possesses a penis that is considered small for his
age, however his testicles are exceptionally large and hang
quite low, perfect for those men or women who enjoy
torturing a young boy's genitals. He produces an extremely
large amount of prostatic fluid.

Boy 0-8:  Name: Illya Casparev
Origin: Russia
Age: 13 years, 6 months
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 109 pounds
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Hazel
Penis: 6" flaccid, 8" erect, uncircumcised
Sport: Gymnastics

Boy 0-8 is remarkably obedient and eager to please. He is
bi-sexual with very strong submissive tendencies. He is the
most sexually experienced of the boys, an excellent choice
for the more adventurous client. Boy 0-8 possesses
remarkably large genitals for a boy his age. An additional
flat fee of $25,000.00 is required to purchase his services.

Boy 0-7:  Name: Christopher Andrews
Origin: USA
Age: 13 years, 3 months
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 102 pounds
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Penis: 4" flaccid, 6" erect, uncircumcised
Sport: Swimming

Boy 0-7 is perhaps a little too outspoken but generally
obedient. He is homosexual with exceptionally deep
submissive tendencies. He is highly aroused under bondage
and discipline and appears to have quickly developed a very
strong chastity fetish. Boy 0-7 possesses slightly above
average genitals for his age and produces a large amount of
prostatic and ejaculatory fluid.

Boy 0-6:  Name: Gabriel Shelton
Origin: Great Britain
Age: 12 years, 8 months
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 89 pounds
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Penis: 3.85" flaccid, 5.5" erect, circumcised
Sport: Football (soccer)

Boy 0-6 is talkative and often contrary. He is heterosexual
with mild bi-sexual tendencies that will likely disappear as
he ages. He is easily aroused under a variety of conditions,
but will often struggle when put into bondage. The perfect
boy for those clients who like to have a bit of a fighter on
their hands. Boy 0-6 possesses genitals well above average
for his age.

Boy 0-5:  Name: Daniel O'Hanlon
Origin: Canada
Age: 12 years, 6 months
Height: 4'8"
Weight: 81 pounds
Hair: Red
Eyes: Brown
Penis: 2" flaccid, 3" erect, circumcised
Sport: Wrestling

Boy 0-5 is outgoing and friendly. He is, by all accounts, a
true asexual, a very rare find. He shows little to no
interest in his own sexuality, but does appear to be highly
submissive to authority. Boy 0-5 possesses an unusually
small penis for a boy his age (a classic biological asexual
trait), however his testicles are of average size. Due to
his unusual nature, an additional flat fee of $50,000.00 is
required to purchase his services. Boy 0-5 is as yet unable
to ejaculate, although he does produce a moderate amount of
prostatic fluid. Boy 0-5 is receiving daily doses of
testroxil, which will render him virtually incapable of
erection and dramatically decrease the size of his
genitalia.

Boy 0-4:  Name: Alexei Graznikov
Origin: Russia
Age: 12 years, 4 months
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 83 pounds
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Brown
Penis: 3.5" flaccid, 5" erect, uncircumcised
Sport: Wrestling

Boy 0-4 is enthusiastic and lively. He is homosexual with
limited submissive tendencies. He has an observed fear of
bondage and discipline. He possesses genitals of average
size for a boy his age, although his penis is unusually
thick. Boy 0-4 produces an exceptionally large amount of
ejaculatory fluid.

Boy 0-3:  Name: Ian Cloverdale
Origin: Australia
Age: 11 years, 8 months
Height: 4'6"
Weight: 75 pounds
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Grey
Penis: 2.75" flaccid, 3.5" erect, uncircumcised
Sport: Swimming

Boy 0-3 is quiet and exceptionally intelligent. He is
homosexual. He has a fear of bondage and discipline and has
been observed to struggle and resist when placed in such
situations. He will likely fight any attempts to use him for
sexual purposes, making him ideal for the client who is
looking for a challenge. He possesses genitals of average
size for a boy his age. Boy 0-3 has just recently become
capable of ejaculation, and produces very small quantities
of clear seminal fluid. Like the youngest boys, he is still
capable of experiencing multiple orgasms in rapid
succession.

Boy 0-2:  Name: Joshua Andrews
Origin: USA
Age: 11 years, 2 months
Height: 4'6"
Weight: 72 pounds
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Brown
Penis: 4" flaccid, 5.75" erect, uncircumcised
Sport: Wrestling

Boy 0-2 is active and energetic. He is heterosexual with
demonstrated bi-sexual tendencies. He has shown little
submissiveness, but he is obedient and respectful of
authority. He possesses genitals highly above average for
his age, particularly his penis, which is already as large
as that of boys several years older. Boy 0-2 is as yet
unable to ejaculate and is capable of having a large number
of dry orgasms in rapid succession. Due to his exceptionally
large penis, an additional flat fee of $50,000.00 is
required to purchase his services.

Boy 0-1:  Name: Miles Harris
Origin: Great Britain
Age: 10 years, 3 months
Height: 3'11"
Weight: 60 pounds
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Brown
Penis: 1.75" flaccid, 2.5" erect, circumcised
Sport: Running

Boy 0-1 is our youngest boy. He is confident but active and
can be boisterous under the right circumstances. He is
heterosexual although he is completely pre-pubescent. He is
very small for his age, perfect for the client who desires
the company of a little boy. Boy 0-1 possesses genitals
average in size for a boy his age and is capable of having a
large number of dry orgasms in rapid succession.

The boy gladiators are generally permitted to speak unless
otherwise ordered. They are however required to address all
adults on the island and all guests regardless of age in a
respectful manner. If you notice any inappropriate language
or behavior on the part of one of our boy gladiators please
report it to the administration at your convenience.

We hope you enjoy your stay on Gladiator Island and we look
forward to your return."


William Durand looked up thoughtfully from the full color
brochure in front of him. The boy gladiators had been on the
island for almost a full week now, undergoing an exhaustive
ordeal of physical training each day to get their already
firm athletic bodies into peak condition. By the time the
show premiered, these ten boys would be living
representatives of the immature human male at the ideal
height of physical toning, musculature and prowess. William
Durand returned the full color brochure to the table and
gave Lara Tomlinsin a smile.  "I like this. Make sure every
suite has a copy. Have advanced copies been sent to those
who have already booked VIP passes?"

"Yes, sir," the young woman said. She had just arrived on
the island was amazed at the show's progress. With her
concept for Gladiators on track and in production, her star
at the network was on the rise.

"I understand we already have private requests for several
of the boys," the XB1 chief announced.

"Excellent, sir."

"Have you seen them yet, dear?" he asked the up-and-coming
young producer.

"No, sir. I came here directly from the plane. One of the
mules took my bags to my room."

Durand nodded. "Well, I believe they should all be in weight
training at the moment. Swing by the training center and
have a look at them."

"That's my next stop, sir," the young woman said with a
smile. Lara had no particular attraction to young boys, she
found them, and males in general, to be rather obnoxious
actually, but the idea of seeing ten of them naked and
chained with their little or not-so-little cocks locked up
was rather titillating to be sure. Served the nasty little
buggers right.

Chapter 20:


With Worldwide Boy Gladiators scheduled to premiere on the
following Saturday, the next six days were an exhausting
ordeal of training - physical, mental and sexual - for the
ten young boys. Their trainers were all particularly harsh
and impatient and all of the boys had earned far more
demerits than any bonus points they might have received
could counter. The scoreboard in the barracks showed all the
boys in the red with negative points. Josh, much to his
dismay still managed to be dead last. While the eleven-year-
old did extremely well in all the practice events and
competitions, his smart mouth continued to get him into
trouble with his trainer Hannah. In just one single forty-
eight hour period he'd racked up thirty points in demerits
for talking back or running his mouth when he was supposed
to be quiet or listening to instructions. His biggest and
most costly mistake however was made during the morning
shower on the Thursday before the show's first live episode.
Temporarily freed of his chastity belt, Josh quite
innocently touched his penis while washing himself down
under the frigid spray. He was simply trying to pull back
his foreskin and clean himself the way he'd always done
since he was six.

He was of course caught by the matron and dragged out of the
showers immediately.

"I didn't mean to, ma'am," he'd protested as he stood naked
and dripping wet in front of the strict woman who ran the
barracks. "I just forgot. Honest!"

Hannah was not pleased with the matron's report. Consulting
with the other trainers, it was agreed that Josh should
receive fifty demerits for touching his genitals without
permission. The eleven-year-old almost broke down in tears
when he was told. As an additional punishment, he was
sentenced to ten lashes followed by twenty-four hours of
restraint discipline.

The boy was immediately taken out to the whipping post in
the barrack's yard. The other boys were made to watch as
Hannah flogged him, leaving ten livid red stripes across the
eleven-year-old's back.

Jason yelled at all the boys collectively. "You never touch
your genitals. Ever! Your bodies belong to the corporation.
The next boy who is caught playing with himself with get
twenty lashes with this . . . " he held up a long thick
leather whip, braided at the end with sharp metal spikes
attached. "It is called a flayer. It is designed to tear
away the flesh of disobedient slave boys. I do not want to
use it on any of you, but I will if I have to. Do we
understand one another?"

"Yes, sir!" the boys all shouted, drawing themselves to
attention.

Josh, still sobbing on the whipping post, eagerly nodded his
head. Hannah released the boy's wrists from the post and he
wrapped his arms around it for support. The second part of
his punishment now followed. This took the form of a heavy
ten pound chain being attached to his collar and run through
the rings on his wrist and ankle shackles. There was also a
small ring at the base of the metal plate on the boy's
chastity belt. The end of the chain was attached here,
connecting the heavy iron links to the belt. In addition, a
pair of leather mitts were put on his hands and locked in
place, rendering them useless. Inside the mitts were tiny
spikes that would dig into his palms anytime he attempted to
use his hands like a normal human boy. Finally, a head-
harness and bit was strapped around his head. He had to wear
this punishment gear for an entire day and compete in it.
Naturally this resulted in last place finishes, and even
more demerits for him. There were several events he simply
couldn't compete in at all, so he was kept in a cage on a
small cart while the other boys competed. Between events he
was chained to the cart and made to pull the cage from place
to place. Every event he missed was an automatic last place.
Josh was miserable and close to tears the entire day.

Things actually got worse at night.

They made him sleep outside the barracks, chained by his
right ankle to an iron post in the ground. Three portable
outdoor halogens were set up around him, just out of range
of his chain. The harsh bright lights beamed down on the
eleven-year-old's naked body. There was no way he could
escape their glare. One of the perimeter cameras was trained
on him at all times.

"If you have to piss," Hannah told him, "you squat on the
ground and go."

The other boys were locked inside the barracks. Josh watched
the trainers all pass through the electrified fence. It
clanged shut loudly behind them. He was left alone outside.
The first thing he noticed was the bugs. Fortunately the
bright lights were more attractive to them than the small
naked boy, but they still filled the air around him like a
thick cloud, buzzing past his face and ears, landing on his
sweaty arms and legs and chest. The only way to keep them
off was to constantly move around, and so he walked, or
trotted, or ran in the small circle allowed him by the
length of the chain.

He'd been locked in a head harness and bit all day, and by
now he'd given up on trying to keep from drooling. His
spittle ran down his chin uncontrollably.

It was warm when they'd first left him, but a cool wind
started to blow in after a while, causing his sweat-drenched
body to shiver. He saw the guards changing shifts, but none
of them paid any attention to him at all. He was an animal
being kept outdoors, ignored and forgotten.

And then the rain started. Just a light drizzle at first. In
a way it was a blessing since it drove the insects away.
Josh had no protection and no way to cover himself. He
squatted to take a piss as ordered and then curled up into a
tight little ball, shielding his face from the rain with his
hands, and tried to get some sleep. The boy had just drifted
off when the light showers turned into a huge downpour.
Totally defenseless, Josh simply lay there in the mud all
night as the rain continued. He thought they'd come for him
once the rain got too heavy, but they didn't. The lights
continued to glare and the wind continued to blow and they
left him there, cold and naked and shivering. Josh cried
that night, for the first time since he'd gotten to the
island. He was glad the rain at least hid his tears from the
camera.

 It was still pouring on Friday morning when they finally
brought the shivering, soaking, mud-covered eleven-year-old
inside. Once all the restraints were removed, the matron
marched Joshua into the bathroom and allowed him fifteen
minutes under a luke-warm shower, under her constant and
critical scrutiny.

"Get yourself clean, you filthy little animal," she told him
as he stood under the water. She tossed him a small bottle
of the foul-smelling disinfectant soap. "Make sure you wash
your hair."

Josh scrubbed his young body down with his hands, and ran
the green liquid soap through his already drenched hair. He
was extra careful this time to avoid touching his genitals.

"Wash your little butt," the matron said sternly. "Don't you
dare pull out that butt-plug."

"Yyyyes, mmmma'am," the pre-teen answered through chattering
teeth.

"And your feet . . . get between your toes . . ."

Josh thought it was totally humiliating having the matron
supervise his shower. After all, he was eleven-years-old
now, old enough to do this sort of thing himself. "I know
how to do this, ma'am," he said as softly and respectfully
as he could.

The matron smiled. She could plainly see the extreme
embarrassment on the boy's face. "Don't you sass me, young
man, or you can go right back outside."

"No, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am," Josh mumbled. He finished a few
minutes later and the matron turned off the water.

"Are you ready for me to scrub your genitals?"

"Yes, ma'am," the boy sighed, stepping forward and
obediently spreading his legs, clasping his hands behind his
head.

The matron washed Josh's cock and balls roughly with a hard
sponge, making sure her ministrations did not give the
eleven-year-old boy any pleasure. "I've never seen a penis
so big on a boy your age," she said as she pulled back the
foreskin on his impressive four-inch long schlong, "and I've
seen tons of naked boys." Before taking the job with XB1on
Gladiator Island, she'd worked at a slave-processing center
in Oklahoma. The center handled boys exclusively, and so her
experience in controlling, disciplining and humiliating them
was extensive.

Josh experienced the beginnings of an erection, but a few
sharp flicks of the matron's fingers on the tip of his
misbehaving penis got him soft again right away. With his
genitals now as clean as the rest of him, Josh was put back
into his chastity belt and led to his cell. The matron
unlocked the door and pushed him inside. "On your bunk.
Everyone gets to sleep late this morning. Your trainers want
you all rested for tomorrow."

The boy sat down on his thin mattress and unrolled his
blanket. The tropical summer was ending, and the mornings on
the island were invariably wet and starting to become just a
little cool. Josh draped the blanket around his shoulders
and crossed his legs on the bunk. The door to his cell was
closed. He could hear it being locked. A little bit of early
daylight came in through the barred screen window. Across
from him, David Brown stirred and turned over.

"Hey, mate," the fourteen-year-old said in a sleepy voice.
"Geez, you look like hell."

"Thanks," Josh replied. "I'm totally doomed."

With all his demerits, Josh was almost one hundred points
behind Gabriel, the nearest boy ahead of him.

"Yeah," David nodded, sitting up now and draping his long
hairless legs over the edge of his bunk. His penis was
throbbing inside the chastity cage, trying in vain to get
hard. He was learning to ignore it. There wasn't anything he
could do about it anyway. "Even if we win every event
tomorrow, you'll probably still end up last."

"I don't wanna find out what kind of punishments they have."

"Well, I bet you're going to."

"Thanks," Josh said with a frown.

David stood up and put his arms over his head, stretching
his lean athletic frame. Josh couldn't help but admire the
older boy's body. David had a swimmer's build, just like
Chris, tight, slender and muscular. Josh wondered who'd win
in a head-to-head race since they were both about the same
age and size. The eleven-year-old next fixed his gaze on
David's genitals, locked away in the metal cage.

"Think your dick's gonna start growing soon?" Josh asked
with smug sweetness.

David glared at him. The fourteen-year-old was keenly aware
that his younger partner was noticeably bigger in the cock
department, although he himself really had nothing to be
ashamed of. His cock was maybe a bit on the small side
compared to the other boys, but the truth was that all of
the gladiators, except for Miles and Danny, really sported
cocks of average or far better size for their respective
ages. That was one of the factors in their being selected to
begin with. Eleven-year-old Josh's four-inch sausage was
just a freak of nature, in David's humble opinion.

"Shut up, Josh. Mine's just the right size for me. Yours
looks like a third leg or something."

"Third leg!" Josh laughed. "That's funny, David."

"It's true. Damn thing almost drags on the ground!"

Little Josh giggled again. "When its not locked inside this
belt," he complained, pointing down at the leather straps
around his waist and the tightly fitted metal plate that
completely encased and covered his genitals.

"Yeah, you should thank them, mate, otherwise you'd be
tripping over it all the time."

Josh smiled at his partner. The older boy could make him
laugh just like his brother did. David walked over to the
window and looked outside. The sun was starting to come up
and a little more light was filtering in to the always dim
cell. The teen pressed his nose to the screen so he could
see better.

"Looks like it might rain some more," he said. "It's cool
out."

"I didn't think it was supposed to get cold here. We're like
way south, right? Sorta like Florida."

"It still gets cold sometimes, mate, especially in the
morning. Back home in Sydney we have cold weather just like
you guys do in the states."

"Ever seen snow?" Josh asked.

"No. It never gets that cold."

"Snow's totally awesome. I'm gonna miss snow. My brother
totally pounds me with snowballs."

David went back to his bunk and lay down. Josh followed his
example and did the same. "We should get more sleep, Josh,"
the older boy said. "We're going to need it today."

"I'll bet."

The two boys were asleep just a few moments later, David
snoring like a young man, Josh making the little noises and
sighs young boys do when deep in slumber.


It was mid-morning when the boy gladiators were awakened to
start their day. Having already had his shower, Josh was
told to sit quietly at the mess table while the rest of the
boys were in the bathroom. He could hear them shrieking and
gasping for breath as the icy cold water hit them. Then the
water stopped and he heard nothing but silence punctuated by
the occasional sound of a guard's hand smacking a boy's
behind. Josh knew the boys were all having their cocks and
balls scrubbed down, no doubt as roughly as his had been a
few hours earlier. In fact his penis still hurt from having
the matron pull his foreskin back so fast and so hard. At
least it was keeping him from trying to have an erection in
the belt. The boy wiggled around on the stool, trying to
keep the plug in his butt from driving him crazy.

After a few minutes the boys all came out, still wet from
the shower, their chastity belts or cages hanging around
their necks in numbered cloth bags. Nine sets of hairless
boy genitals flopped around as the young slaves were marched
over to the table. In spite of the frigid showers, Chris,
David, Gabriel and Ian all had erections for which they
would be receiving demerits when their trainers arrived.

"Nobody eats 'til those dicks are soft," the matron told
them. She gave each of the offending boys' penises a quick
switch with her riding crop. Ian and Gabe went soft almost
immediately, but Chris and David, older and with raging
teenaged hormones required several strokes before their boy-
parts finally softened to the woman's satisfaction.

 The food cart was wheeled in by two of the newly arrived
mule boys. Unlike the young gladiators, who went everywhere
under the strict supervision of their trainers, the mules
were expected and required to carry out their assigned tasks
without escort of guards or XB1 staff. All of them had been
slaves since they were very young and had, by now, been
fully indoctrinated to their lives of drudgery and
servitude. That, along with the behavioral control chips
imbedded in the backs of their necks ensured complete and
total compliance at all times.

The gladiators all noticed the two new boys and wondered who
they were. One of the boys appeared to be about thirteen,
the other was older, fifteen or sixteen. They wore the short
gray slave tunic and were naked from the waist down.

"Who are those guys?" Gabriel asked aloud as his fellow
gladiators stared.

"Those two are mules," the matron explained. "They're
slaves."

"Like us?" Ian Cloverdale asked.

"Not exactly. You're all indentured. You'll be freed, or at
least returned to your parents, when your indentures expire.
Those boys are slaves for the rest of their lives. You boys
are not to talk to them, or touch them, or anything else.
They don't exist as far as you are concerned, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," the ten boy gladiators shouted in unison. They
lined up in numerical order and received their breakfast.
Always the biggest and best meal of the day. This morning it
was eggs, plain grits, juice, and a thick slice of specially
formulated nutrient loaf to give the boys the energy they
needed for a busy day on the island. The boys also were each
given their daily doses of the adrenal enhancement drugs
along with the still-experimental pills designed to
accelerate the growth rate and increase the size of their
genitals. After just over one week on the island, none of
the boys had yet to show any visible signs that the penile
growth treatment was having an effect, but it would take
some time for the chemicals to saturate their bodies. None
of the boys were particularly hesitant about taking the
pills. The blue ones made them feel stronger and kept them
from tiring out, and the red ones, well what boy wouldn't
want a bigger penis?

"I'll take like ten of these right now," Danny told the
others, swallowing the pill and getting a good laugh. "I
need all the help I can get." The twelve-year-old had failed
to notice that his second pill was not red like the other
boys got, but purple. This was his third day on testroxil.
Its effects would start becoming apparent, to him and
everyone else, by the end of the week.

Once the boys finished breakfast, the trainers arrived and
called the young gladiators to attention in front of the
scoreboard. Their chastity belts and cages were put back on
and securely locked.

"Listen up, boys," Jason addressed them. "The competition
starts tomorrow morning. Today we're going to get you ready.
You'll have your heads shaved and your numbers will be
tattooed on your butts. We're also going to be implanting a
little remote electrode chip into your scrotums. Just like
this one," with a pair of tweezers he held up a tiny silver
metal square that resembled an old-style computer chip only
much smaller. "Its called a behavior modification chip. If
you misbehave during the competition, your trainer can have
the control booth give you a nice little reminder. Trust me,
you don't want this little thing being activated."

The boys were all trembling when they heard this.

"Haircuts first."

A large plastic tarp was laid on the barracks floor by the
guards and two stools were set up in the middle of it. Two
sets of electric clippers were brought out. Hannah and
Michella were happy to do the honors.

"Two lines, boys, five each, single file," Michella said.

The boys scrambled around quietly and broke up in two lines
of five. Illya and Philippe ended up first in line and they
were the first to have to sit on the stools. The two ardent
feminists wasted no time shaving the teenaged boys' heads,
leaving only a short stubble. Philippe liked to wear his
hair particularly long, so this was a deep and powerful
humiliation for him. Chris, Josh, Ian and Gabe were all
going to lose their shoulder-length locks as well. It took
less than two minutes for each boy to have his turn. In the
end ten young boy slaves stood around each other, rubbing
their newly shorn heads.

The guards meanwhile had set up an area for tattooing the
boys' numbers onto their behinds. Anthony, young Ian's
trainer, would be performing the procedures. The boys were
taken in numerical order starting with little Miles. After
much wincing and quiet tears, the ten-year-old had his
number 'Boy 0-1' permanently tattooed on the left side of
his sweet little butt, so that when he stood in profile it
was plainly visible. One hour later all of the boys were
marked in the same way.

"They'll be sore for a few days," Anthony told the other
trainers as the rather shocked and bewildered boys stood
wide-eyed staring at the numbers displayed on each others'
hind quarters.

The boys were put into their collars and shackles and
chained together in their pairs. Medical was their next
stop, to have the behavior modification chips implanted in
their ball sacks.
Doctor Trench and her young nurses took the boys two at a
time while the others waited in line and watched. David and
Philippe were the first to be strapped to the exam tables
with their legs spread wide in the stirrups. For the older
boys there was no need to remove the chastity cages, since
their balls remained accessible. Anna and Karen each had an
injector gun in their hands. David and Philippe stared at
them in fear and writhed in their bonds when the young woman
pressed the injectors against their hairless scrotums.

"Don't move, boys," Doctor Trench said. "You'll feel a sharp
sting, but that's all."

With quick efficiency they implanted the micro-chips and
released the two eldest boys from the tables. It only took
fifteen minutes to get all the boys done. Miles, Josh, Ian
and Daniel all had to have their chastity belts removed in
order for the nurses to get access to their sacks. Once the
chips were in place, the belts went back on immediately.

"Stand at attention, boys," Jason ordered. "We're going to
test them now." He then spoke into his portable radio.
"Control, initiate a level 1 shock to all units. Five second
duration."

Ten boys instantly shrieked and doubled over in agony.
Several of them ended up on the floor as the worse pain a
boy can feel coursed through their writhing bodies. It
stared in their balls and worked its way up through their
abdomens and into their stomachs. It seemed to be hardest on
the older, more sexually developed boys, all of whom were
reduced to tears. Chris rolled on the floor, clutching madly
at his balls, trying to make it stop. He wasn't the only
one.

"That was just an example, boys," Jason explained as the
boys slowly regained their senses. "The lowest setting and
the shortest duration. We could go as high as level 10, but
that would probably destroy your testicles. Now get up. We
need to get you boys stretched and limber for tomorrow.
Everyone back to the barracks."

The next three hours were spent in rigorous calisthenics in
the exercise area inside the barracks perimeter. The boys
were made to power their way through push-ups, sit-ups,
jumping jacks, stretches and sprints, all under the hot
tropical sun. William Durand stopped by, with young Trevor
leashed behind him, to observe their progress.

"They're ready, sir," Jason told him. "I assume the
welcoming party for our VIP's is still scheduled for this
evening."

"Absolutely," the XB1 chief replied.

"Do you want the boys in uniform, or naked?"

"Start them in their uniforms," Durand said thoughtfully.
"I'm sure they'll all end up naked before the night is
through."

Overhead they could hear the sound of an airplane passing.

"That would be our first incoming flight. I should be there
to greet our guests. Come along, Trevor." Durand gave Jason
a quick nod of approval and departed. The sweaty young boy
gladiators continued their arduous training, emitting an
appealing chorus of boyish grunts and groans, lean youthful
limbs straining, developing young muscles flexing. Soon they
would be performing for much larger audiences.

  
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