Wrecked Chapters 16-20
By Pueros

copyright 2006 by Pueros, all rights reserved
pueros@hotmail.com

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

For Heredia

These are chapters sixteen to twenty of a long saga about
the adventures in 19th century Africa of twin English boys.


Chapter Sixteen - Cockring

(Northern Mozambique, summer 1850)

James had never previously known such agony, or personally
shedding so many tears. However, the naked 11 year-old was
unsure whether the greatest causal suffering was induced by
the clamps excruciatingly squeezing his nipples or by his
loss, probably forever, of his beloved identical twin, John.
The boys had rarely been separated and were as much intimate
best friends as brothers.

James' acute distress was also intensified by three other
factors. First was his, for him, unprecedented public
nudity, worsened by being disgracefully naked in front of
people whom, having naively absorbed common contemporary
European attitudes, he considered inferior to his own
English race. Second was his recent forcibly compliant
immensely shameful subjection to being one of the slaves of
this black tribe. Third was the clearly imminent conclusion
to this process, namely the tight humiliating ringing of his
genitals and the undoubtedly very painful branding of his
body.

James was also unable to decide the cause of the current
visible quaking of his nude spreadeagled form within the
tight confines permitted by the manacles firmly attaching
his lithe limbs to the wooden posts. The boy was unsure
whether such quivering was due to the excruciation on his
bare chest or the mental anguish created by shock and sorrow
at what had already happened or fear about what was about to
occur.

The charcoal in the crude brazier in front of James was
already emitting a lot of smoke, suggesting that the wooden-
handled irons, which would shortly brand him, were heating
up nicely in the now probably red-hot interior. The boy's
only consolation at the sight was that a light breeze blew
the black fumes away from him.

James eventually began to experience a gradual lessening of
the pain inflicting his once rosy but now white nipples, as
they became more accustomed to being squeezed and expelled
of blood by the little clamps. As the agony declined, the
boy also became aware of the return of a strange sensation
in his groin and he looked down to try to identify the
cause, although he already believed that he knew what one
visible symptom of the peculiar phenomenon would
humiliatingly be.

James' belief was not to be disappointed. On glancing
downwards, the boy noticed that his slender cock was again
debasingly fulsomely erect, pointing horizontally towards
his new slavemaster, namely the still enthroned tribal
chieftain.

James' sensuous blue eyes, which were slowly clearing of
tears in line with the gradual decline of the agony on his
chest, subsequently finally managed also to see that many of
those looking at him were smirking. Some were additionally
pointing at him and commenting to others, presumably in
relation to his penile hardness. However, on this occasion,
such observation of public interest in the young white's
genital embarrassment did not induce an instant ashamed
return to flaccidity. To the further acute abashment of the
deeply degraded boy, his unruly cock impudently declined to
soften but instead boldly became even more defiantly rigid.

James' contemplation of possible reasons for his previously
rather innocent penis' unprecedented bad behaviour was,
however, interrupted when Gambo now again approached, this
time with the thin flanged cockring of black iron in his
hands, which had just been given to him by the chieftain.
With little formal ado, the young slave then knelt before
the vertically spreadeagled white boy's completely smooth
genitalia, which he subsequently carefully encircled with
the metal and snapped the open ends shut.

The cockring was cleverly designed to ensure that a reversal
of this fitting was impossible. The only way the adornment,
expertly judged for size, could now be removed was by
cutting or trying to squeeze the genitals through the small
aperture, which was so restricted that the process would
undoubtedly be very awkward and painful and would probably
damage, perhaps seriously, James' balls.

James' body immediately shuddered even more visibly on
receipt of his latest adornment, although in shame rather
than pain. The tight ringing of his genitals by the cockring
had not hurt anything other than his pride. However, the
feel of the cool metal now tightly encircling and
constricting his sexual organs had been another sensual sign
of his disgrace.

James' genitals were now made to stand out more in both the
physical and visual sense. This phenomenon was aided by the
enforced greater concentration of blood-flow to the sexual
organs and the sight of black metal ringing contrasting
white flesh.

Further cheering arose from the watching crowds as James
suffered this latest humiliation, which his unruly penis,
now aided by the concentrated blood, embarrassingly
celebrated by beginning to rise upwards from the horizontal.
A little clear fluid simultaneously appeared at the boy's
red cockhead, which was beginning to be revealed by his
slightly retreating foreskin.

Chapter Seventeen - Bestiality

(Northern Mozambique, summer 1850)

James' abashment at this further debasing development was,
however, short-lived because his thoughts were quickly
diverted towards other matters when, having been satisfied
with his ringing of the white boy's genitals, Gambo next
went to inspect the branding irons. The young black used the
wooden handles to withdraw each implement in turn, and was
soon able to confirm to the chieftain that the metal ends,
in the shape of the leaping cheetah, were red-hot.

The chieftain, in turn, gestured to the same senior grandson
who had earlier flogged the black boy previously positioned
between the wooden posts. James had so far not sought to
discover to where this comprehensively flagellated young
victim had next been despatched, as the young white had been
too absorbed with his own distressing preoccupations.

Nevertheless, whilst looking in dread at the branding irons
temporarily withdrawn for inspection from the charcoal by
Gambo, James had now finally noticed the nature of the next
punishment to which the black boy was being subjected. The
awful scene was on the same line of sight as that of the
brazier, albeit at a greater distance.

James saw in horror that the black boy had been thrown into
a stockade inhabited by one of the chieftain's hounds. The
young white, of course, did not yet know that this large dog
had been the particular animal that had first cornered the
attempted escapee when he had been hunted and the beast was
now receiving its due reward.

The black boy had compliantly but undoubtedly reluctantly
lowered himself onto his hands and knees, with his legs wide
apart. The eager well-trained hound had mounted him and was
currently penetrating him with his own very large and keenly
fully erect canine reproductive shaft.

The rear of the young black's body already displayed a
mishmash of bloody stripes resulting from his earlier
fulsome flogging. Given that the large hound also possessed
ferociously sharp long claws and a long broad canine
phallus, which was eagerly active in thrusting forwards and
backwards as the dog energetically sodomised his victim, the
boy's resumed agony must have been intense. Further ripping
of his damaged flesh was additionally inevitable, both to
his back from the animal's talons and to the entrance and
walls of his rectum from the invading penile intruder.

Despite James' own unhappy predicament, the young white
became momentarily intrigued by the scene in the stockade.
The rather immature and innocent 11 year-old middle-class
English schoolboy had previously led a rather sheltered life
and had never before witnessed a sexual act of any kind,
although he was sufficiently astute to appreciate that he
was now doing so.

James, like his twin brother, John, had not yet been
appraised of the facts of life and so was currently unaware
as to how humans reproduced. The topic had not even been
privately discussed between them and their friends whilst
attending boarding school, such was the boys' relative
immaturity and the prevailing rather suppressed English
Victorian middle-class attitudes to sex.

In fact, although the current exhibition of bestial sodomy
was to confuse James for a long time about the orifice that
should be impregnated for reproductive purposes, both twins
were soon to be deprived of much of their sexual naivety.

Chapter Eighteen - Attachments

(Northern Mozambique, summer 1850)

Meanwhile, not far away but hidden from the view of James,
the similarly naked John had literally been attached to the
Arab trader's caravan, which was resting in a different open
space within the tribal village. The white boy's hands were
still manacled together behind his back, whilst his ankles
also remained shacked to each other. However, his heavy iron
collar was additionally now attached by about 2 yards of
chain to a 17 year-old black youth, who had previously
formed the rear of the long line of captives destined, if
they survived, for the distant slave markets on the island
of Zanzibar.

John, like the others in his situation, had been encouraged
to adopt a sitting position on the hard compacted soil that
formed the ground underneath, facing the back of the captive
in front. Meanwhile, other parts of the Arab trader's
caravan, in the form of the well-laden ox-drawn wagon,
camels and mules, rested around them, protected by the
merchant's retinue of loincloth-clad black African guards.

Only a few nosy villagers had yet gathered to inspect the
scene because most of the settlement's inhabitants currently
preferred to watch what was being perpetrated nearby on
James. However, this situation would eventually change, with
John becoming the main focus of interest.

Whilst sitting naked in this humiliating setting, John was
naturally rather shocked when one of the Arab trader's
guards, acting on the orders of his employer, approached the
young white, knelt next to him and then inflicted on this
boy's nipples what had already been perpetrated on his twin.
This second set of small peg-like clamps also immediately
induced the same sort of acute agony that James had
experienced.

John was already quietly sobbing because of his distressing
circumstances, especially his separation from James.
However, this latest painful calamity to befall him produced
increased tears and agonised moaning until the excruciation
engendered by the clamps finally began to dull, with the
boy's grief intensified because, unlike his twin brother, he
had been given no explanation as to why he was being
punished.

Despite the gradual dulling of the pain on John's chest, his
deep distress was eventually suddenly re-intensified when he
heard a loud scream emanating from nearby. Despite the
almost feral nature of the agonised shriek, the horrified
boy immediately recognised the source.

James had screamed.

Chapter Nineteen - Branding

(Northern Mozambique, summer 1850)

James had watched in horror as the chieftain's senior
grandson approached him, whilst the black man held one of
the red-hot branding irons. The boy had then not been able
to control his bladder, which caused his still incongruously
hard cock to erupt with a voluminous flow of golden urine.

Given that James' cock was now almost vertically erect, the
initial strong flow of urine shot upwards before finally
descending to the ground in a wide arc, which eventually
became less pronounced and then ultimately non-existent
after the boy's bladder had finally emptied. Meanwhile, the
young white's fearful reaction to the black man's approach
naturally temporarily terminated the latter's advance.
However, whilst carefully avoiding treading his sandals in
the freshly created little puddle on the ground, the now
happily smirking chieftain's senior grandson was soon able
to resume his progression to present the little glowing
silhouette of the leaping cheetah to his intended branding
victim's petrified blue eyes.

As the red-hot end of the branding iron was now only inches
away, James could feel the heat bathing his once more
tearful face. "Please don't do this," the young white could
not help but then beg, despite the proscription against
speaking without permission and the black man's undoubted
inability to interpret the words of his entreaty. The boy
added a continuous desperate energetic negative shaking of
his head in order to try also to convey a silent plea of
'No', whilst suddenly politely remembering to affix the
title of "Master" to his earlier verbal petition.

Gambo then appeared at the black man's side and again
admonished James for speaking without permission. "However,"
the black boy added in his broken English, "mighty chieftain
content you just suffer this as punishment because of
greater pain to come!"

What the word 'this' in Gambo's admonishment represented
rapidly became evident to James when the young black next
removed the clamps from the white boy's nipples. The
consequent sudden rush of blood back into the previously
squashed tits immediately caused as much agony as when the
cruel implement had first been applied, although fortunately
this experience was only momentary. Nevertheless, the 11
year-old's sweet rosy lips emitted a loud pained but
shortened gasp.

The gasp was speedily quietened when James next noticed that
the black man had begun to aim his branding iron at the
centre of the young white's chest, midway between his
hurting nipples. However, the boy's sudden quiescence was
soon shattered when the glowing end was then pressed against
the target creamy-pink flesh.

James' sweet rosy lips now emitted a much more vociferous
and prolonged scream, whilst his sensuous blue eyes widened
in horror and excruciation and his nostrils detected the
odour of his own burning flesh. Fortunately, the boy's
senses then overloaded and he fainted.

Chapter Twenty - Runaway

(New York, winter 1850)

Simultaneously, albeit in a different time zone and
hemisphere, and therefore season, an 11 year-old boy named
Jack was walking along the crowded wharves of New York's
harbour. The child wore scruffy tattered clothes with no
socks and dirty shoes with so many holes that it was a
miracle that they had not yet disintegrated to leave him
barefoot.

Given the freezing winter weather, this footwear miracle was
most fortunate. Jack's feet were already very cold, a
situation exacerbated by the holes in his shoes, but without
the remaining leather covering he would otherwise
undoubtedly have contracted frostbite.

Jack's face and hands were also very cold and filthy, which
was not surprising because he had been living rough on the
streets for several days, ever since he had run away from
his abusive alcoholic father. The widower had turned to
drink after his wife had died unsuccessfully trying to
present him with his second child and his fortunes had
consequently subsequently deteriorated precipitously.

From being a relatively prosperous New York shop-owner, who
lived comfortably above his business with a happy wife and
son, excess drink had led him and his child to virtual
destitution. Jack had also regularly become the focus of the
man's rage at his change in fortunes until the boy, who had
been withdrawn from school to beg on the streets instead,
could take no more and ran away.

Jack had once loved a caring father but he could do nothing
but despise the drunken abusive man his parent had now
become. The boy also realised that he could do nothing to
help him, as the adult was genuinely beyond redemption. He
lived only for his next drink, paid for by his son's
begging, for which the 11 year-old would be badly beaten if
he did not produce enough for the required bottle of cheap
whiskey.

Jack had eventually concluded that enough was enough and
that he should fend for himself. He had often dreamt of
becoming a ship's captain so that he could adventurously see
the world. He had therefore decided that he should attempt
to secure a position on the bottom rung of an occupational
ladder that might ultimately lead to such a post.

Jack was consequently scouring the Port of New York for a
ship with a vacancy for a cabinboy.

(To be continued)


  
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