Worldwide Boy Gladiators Part 3

Worldwide Boy Gladiators Part 3
By istari

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This story is intended for adult audiences only, and is a work of complete and total fiction. Comments are welcome and can be directed to [email protected]
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Chapter 7.

After two hours the boys were almost finished cycling through all the equipment. Boyish grunts and groans filled the air, as well as the strong sweet scent of ten young bodies sweating and straining. Chris finished chained to the rowing machine. Standing over him, Jason could see the soft line of blue veins in the boy's biceps and thighs, just a subtle hint, and a vein in the thirteen-year-old's neck standing out beneath his soft smooth skin, the sign of a young boy pushing his slim body to extremes of exertion.

There was no clock in the training room, so none of the boys had any concept of how long they'd been forced to work out, they only knew they were sore and exhausted. The trainers all wore watches, but the boys were told they were never allowed to ask the time.

"You're not to concern yourself with things like that, slave," Jason informed young Chris. It was the first time his trainer had actually called him a slave. The word had been used a lot lately of course, but always in general terms. It was the first time that label had been applied to him directly and personally by another human being. It stung. It scared him, especially the way Jason hissed the word with contempt.

Jason pulled a whistle from one of the pockets in his uniform and blew it loudly. "Stop."

All of the trainers made their boys stop whatever grueling exercise they were doing. All ten of the young gladiators were panting and sweating. The boys were released from the machines. They all stood doubled over, gripping their knees, trying to catch their breath, innocently and unknowingly providing a perfect display of their firm cute naked little butts. The cameras naturally captured everything.

The trainers stood next to their boys. Chris felt Jason's hands on his back as he bent at the waist, still breathing in short rapid gasps. Then his trainer's hands moved down and caressed his rear end. No one had ever touched him there, not like that. It sent some rather confusing signals through his body. He shuddered involuntarily at Jason's touch. He felt Jason's fingers work slowly into his tight little butt-crack. A single finger then found his little hole.

"Oh," Chris whispered hoarsely in complete surprise.

Jason kept his finger there, nestled firmly between the boy's cute round cheeks, pressing gently on the young teenager's small opening. Jason knew he could slide his finger inside the boy with little resistance, but the time was not yet right for that. He simply held his finger there, gently pushing against the boy's tight anal ring.

"Oh, shiiiit," Chris gasped through clenched teeth.

It felt good. Having Jason's finger there. The boy wondered how it would feel to have it inside him. For the last few months he'd been sticking his own finger in there whenever he masturbated, but the thought of having Jason do it to him was strangely compelling. His young dick began to swell inside the metal chastity cage.

Jason could tell the boy was becoming aroused and quickly pulled his finger away. Chris let out a soft groan of frustration. Sure it was embarrassing having a man stick his finger up your naked butt, but it felt amazing. Chris decided he wouldn't mind at all if Jason did it again. Jason smiled wickedly, already enjoying the power he had over this boy. He made Chris stand up straight. The boy's hands again went behind his head. Jason grazed his hand over the thirteen-year-old's chastity device. By now the spikes were doing their work and young Chris was in a good bit of distress.

"You have to stop having erections, Zero-Seven, unless I want you to," Jason lectured the boy sternly.

"I'm sorry, sir," Chris said, wincing from the pain as the metal spikes dug into his misbehaving penis. "It's just . . . when you touched me back there . . . I couldn't help it."

"Learning to control yourself is going to be part of your training, Chris. When I want your penis hard, it will be. I expect you to keep it soft the rest of the time."

Jason turned his attention to the other trainers. "If you've scheduled your boy for special training, take him to the assigned room. If your gladiator is finished for the night, take him back to the barracks. Medical will be giving each boy a thorough examination tomorrow. Please be sure to check the schedules."

Phillipe, Alexei, Miles, Danny and Ian were all chained once again and marched off to the barracks. Chris, Josh, Gabe, Illya, and David remained in the exercise room with their trainers. One by one they were led off to one of the smaller training rooms. Josh looked back nervously at his big brother as Hannah Dubose dragged him by the ring in his collar into room number four. She made the boy close the solid steel door himself. It clanged shut. Chris could hear it being locked from inside. Now he stood alone with Jason Sanborne.

"Hannah is a lesbian, of course," Jason said. "But she believes young boys should be taught to serve women and obey them. Be glad you're not Josh."

Chris bit his lip.

"Come on. Don't make me drag you like your brother."

Chris obediently fell in line behind his trainer and followed him into room number six. Jason pulled the door closed and locked it. The naked thirteen-year-old now stood in the room with all this bizarre and unfamiliar equipment.

There was a small computer workstation in the room. Behind it was the only chair in the room, the only normal chair anyway. There was another chair, wooden, with leather restraints built into the arms and legs. Chris was staring at it open-mouthed. Jason Sanborne's personal laptop was already set up on the desk. He sat down and switched it on and waited for it to connect to the network. "Come stand in front of the desk," the man said. When the boy was standing in front of him, Sanborne looked up from the computer screen. "Put your hands behind your head. Spread your legs. Wider. That's good. This is how I want you to stand whenever we are in this room."

"Yes, sir."

Jason called up the company's file on Christopher Andrews, Boy 07. The nude photos he himself had taken of the thirteen-year-old were displayed in one window, while the boy's vital statistics appeared in another. The schedule Jason had developed for his young charge for the course of the next week was also displayed. Every bit of information he or the other staff might conceivably need on Boy 07 was here at one's fingertips. All of the boy gladiators had similar files in the system. Jason could call up details on any one of them, any time he desired.

"There are a few questions you have to answer for me before we begin. Tell me the truth."

"I will, sir."

"Good boy. Now . . . when did you start growing pubic hair?"

Chris didn't have a hard time answering that one. He didn't have much hair down there to begin with, and he hadn't had it all that long. "About three months ago, sir, like a month before I turned thirteen."

"So you were twelve."

"Yes, sir."

Jason entered the data into the boy's file. "When did you ejaculate for the first time?"

"I've been able to do that since I was eleven, sir."

"You developed early."

"Yes, sir," Chris said with some pride.

"Do you like girls or boys?"

Chris was silent for a moment, only because it was such a personal question. "Boys, sir."

"I thought so. That's one thing we have in common. Have you ever had sex with another boy?"

"No, sir."

"Do you think about it?"

Chris nodded. "Yes, sir. Often, sir."

"I'm going to assume you masturbate. How often do you do it?"

Chris blushed and looked away. He really didn't want to talk about that. That wasn't anybody's business but his own.

"I need an answer, Zero-Seven. Once a day? Once a week?"

"Couple times a day, sir, I guess. Whenever I want to really."

"Well those days are over, young man," Jason said, pointing to the metal cage that encased the young teenager's dick.

"I kinda guessed that already, sir."

"Smart boy." Jason saved all the information and stood up. "You're wondering what's going to happen in this room."

"Yes, sir. I don't know what any of this stuff is for, sir."

"Can you guess?"

Chris looked around. "I'd rather not."

"You will be doing your special training here. Sometimes it will just be you, other times one of the other boys will be here with you. I might even arrange for it to be Joshua once in a while, if you're good. Since this is your first time, I've kept the cameras outside. There are two of them in the ceiling," Jason pointed up and Chris followed with his eyes. There were two bubbles in the ceiling with cameras mounted inside. "Everything that happens to you in this room will be recorded, but I don't want a crew in here pointing cameras in your face, at least not tonight. You'll be having a hard enough time without worrying about that."

Thirteen-year-old Chris was starting to get scared. Jason was standing right in front of him now. He was at least a foot taller than the slim naked boy. He put his hand under Christopher's chin and stared into the boy's blue eyes.

"Boy gladiators have to learn about pain. Your lessons start tonight."

Chris backpedaled, looking up at Jason Sanborne's suddenly menacing figure. The man reached out and locked his fingers around the ring on the boy's iron collar.

"Never back away, Zero-Seven."

"Wh . . . what are you going to do to me?"

Jason's answer was calm and nonchalant. "I'm going to torture you. For several hours in fact. Nothing you do or say will make me stop. You can scream and beg all you want. You will probably lose consciousness a few times. But that will help me discover your limits."

Chris was trembling. Jason tightened his grip on the collar around the boy's neck. "You should be frightened. But you will learn to be fearless. If I am cruel to you, it is because I expect you to excel in every contest. You will learn to endure pain. You will not disappoint me. Go stand in front of that frame."

Jason pointed to a metal frame, about six feet high, and four feet wide. Chains hung from pulleys in the top corners. There was also a set of chains at the base of the frame. Chris approached it slowly, like a boy walking to his own doom. He knew the chains on the floor would soon be attached to the shackles around his ankles, and that his wrists would be hanging from the chains overhead.

"Turn around and face me."

Jason worked quickly, chaining Chris to the frame and adjusting the pulleys so the boy's arms were raised above his head and splayed outward toward the corners. His feet were placed about three feet apart, spreading the boy's legs wide. His ankles were locked down. Chris was now immobilized and stretched across the frame. Jason pulled the chains a little tighter, forcing the boy to stand on his toes and causing the thirteen-year-old's torso to be stretched out. His ribs were clearly visible beneath his skin. With a click the pulleys were locked. Chris wasn't going anywhere.

Reaching into his pocket, Jason again removed the ring of keys. He opened the padlock on Chris' chastity device and removed everything but the tight metal ring at the base of the boy's cock and balls.

"I want your cock hard for this, boy."

The thirteen-year-old moaned and his penis hardened instantly to its full six-inch erection. More than six inches actually. Chris looked down at himself in amazement. His dick had never been so hard, or so big, or so thick. His foreskin had drawn all the way back, something that never happened on its own. His dick was an angry dark red color. He had been leaking constantly ever since Jason had locked the chastity cage in place, and now pre-cum was dribbling from the end of his cock, a long clear strand of it hanging down between his legs.

Chris thrust his hips out, desperately hoping Jason would take the hint and jerk him off.

Jason certainly did take the hint, but he ignored the boy's throbbing erection. He knew the thirteen-year-old was so sexually aroused at the moment that the slightest touch to his genitals would have the kid shooting his spunk like a cannon. He was not about to let that happen.

"Naughty little boy," Jason said, observing the clear fluid dripping from the young teen's painfully engorged penis. "You have absolutely no self-control. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"I'm sorry," Chris said, his face turning red. "I can't help it. I gotta cum so bad. Please . . . please let me cum."

Jason ignored the boy's plea and went over to the small sink in the corner. There was also a toilet there. Every one of the special training rooms had one. He filled a paper cup with water and picked up a bottle of pills from the desk before making his way back to the naked boy bound to the metal frame. He took out two small blue pills.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Chris obeyed. Jason put one of the pills on the boy's pink wet tongue and held the paper cup to his lips.

"Swallow."

Young Chris had always had a hard time taking pills. He coughed and choked and almost had to spit it out. He held it in his mouth, the water was already gone. He could feel it starting to dissolve. He looked at his trainer with terrified eyes. Jason was surprisingly gentle and patient.

"Not a good pill-taker, ay? That's unfortunate. Take your time and start over."

Chris relaxed, took another sip of water and tried again. This time the little pill went right down. Jason ran his fingers playfully through the boy's blond hair. "Good job. One more to go."

Again he placed the pill on the boy's tongue and held the cup to the youngster's lips. Chris got this one down on the first try.

"What were those?" the boy asked. He could still taste the first one on his tongue.

"Just a little something to stimulate your adrenal glands. They'll help you deal with the pain. They'll also make sure your cock stays hard for the next few hours, but you won't be able to cum. You'll take these before every competition, and any time I want you hard, like right now."

"Why, sir?" Chris asked. "I don't understand. I mean . . . why does it matter if my dick's hard or not? I thought . . . I mean I thought I was supposed to keep it soft all the time."

"Most of the time you are. And you will keep it soft until I tell you otherwise, or I'll punish you for having an erection. But during some of the contests, we'll want all of you boys running around with nice hard dicks. You'll be taking other pills too, starting tomorrow after you see the doctor. Vitamin supplements mostly. But you'll also be getting one that will make your penis grow a lot bigger. By the time you're fourteen, that thing will be at least seven inches long when it's soft. You'll have ten inches between your little hairless legs when you get hard."

"Damn!"

"Your indenture allows us to make certain minor modifications to your body. Giving you a big huge cock is going to be just one of them. You'll be getting some piercings too, but not for a few months. We need to break you in first."

"I'm really gonna have a seven inch dick?" Chris asked. He was definitely not opposed to that idea.

"That's the plan. I can't even imagine how big Josh's is going to end up."

Chris laughed. He often teased his little brother about his oversized cock. "As long as it doesn't end up bigger than mine."

"Joshua's would end up longer than yours even without the drug."

"I know. Lucky little squirt."

"Don't be so sure, kid. If there's one thing I know Hannah Dubose hates, it's a little boy with a big wiener. Josh is in for a very rough time."

"He's gotta stay here for five years," Chris said.

"He'll be a very well trained young man when he's finally freed. But that's enough chatter from you."

Jason left the boy chained to the frame for a few minutes and selected various items from their hooks on the wall behind the desk. Chris watched intently. He could see each item as Jason laid them out on a small cart. Everything was scary. Jason wheeled the cart over and placed it directly in front of the young boy slave.

The first item was a ball-gag. The ball was a dark shade of red, the straps of black leather. Chris was scared. He was going to be tortured. He offered no resistance when his trainer forced the rubber ball into his mouth. He was too frightened to do anything but accept it. Jason pulled the leather straps tight behind the boy's head and buckled the gag. Chris quickly discovered that the ball was very hard. Of course the thirteen-year-old had never worn a gag before. His brother had stuffed a rolled up sock in his mouth during one of their tie-up games, but that was the only experience he'd ever had. He panicked and writhed in his bonds.

Jason gave him a light smack to the face. "You can breathe, Zero-Seven. Use your nose. That's right. Get used to being gagged. You'll be wearing that thing quite often."

Chris nodded bravely and closed his eyes, getting used to being able to breathe only through his nostrils.

"Are you coping?" Jason asked after a few more seconds.

Chris nodded.

"I am not going to cause you any lasting injury," Jason said slowly. "I am going to cause you a lot of pain." He rubbed his hands over Chris' nipples, pulling and twisting the little dime-sized circles on the boy's chest. No one had ever touched him that way. Chris himself hadn't even discovered their erotic potential yet. It was a lesson he was learning right now.

"Mmmmph," he moaned into his gag. All that attention to his nipples was causing the boy's cock to jerk wildly. Chris felt sure he was going to have an orgasm, it was building and building, but just like Jason had said, he couldn't cum. He couldn't. He wanted to desperately, but he couldn't. His cock continued to throb and bounce and jerk spasmodically. The feeling was almost overwhelming.

"Mmmmpphh!!" he groaned more forcefully, wiggling his hips and straining against his chains, desperate to get his hands on his frustrated dick. Jason just smiled knowingly and pulled a pair of clamps from the cart. They were connected by a silver chain. The trainer held them up so the boy could see them.

"These are going to hurt. But they are really just mild ones."

The young teenaged boy's nipples were now hard. Jason pinched the right one between his fingers and applied the metal clamp. Chris hissed through his gag and clenched his fists. Jason repeated the procedure with the boy's left nipple. Chris hissed again and let out a high-pitched wail. Jason stood back and watched the boy struggle for about fifteen minutes.

If these were supposed to be mild, Chris wondered what the really bad ones must feel like. His whole chest was on fire. His nipples were burning. Every time he writhed or moved or tried to take in a deep breath, the pain doubled, shooting through his young body like electricity. He begged his trainer to take them off, but the only sound that escaped through the ball-gag was a series of frantic unintelligible grunts.

Ignoring the boy's obvious distress, Jason worked the thirteen-year-old's hairless balls for a few minutes, at first gently massaging them, then squeezing them tightly and harshly. Chris shouted into his gag for the first time.

Still holding on to the boy's balls, Jason selected another set of clamps and placed these on Chris' smooth hairless scrotum. This was not nearly so painful as the ones on his nipples. If Chris hadn't been watching, he probably would not even have noticed them. Two more clamps were attached to the boy's dick, one just below the glans, the other further down, digging in to the boy's fully retracted foreskin.

"A boy's foreskin is very sensitive, Zero-Seven. Did you know that?"

Chris was discovering just how sensitive in that very moment. The clamps on his dick were heavier and harsher, the ends of them were toothed, so they dug into the boy's organ without mercy.

Again Jason stepped back to give Chris a chance to feel all the pain. The boy's cock remained as hard as steel. Little veins were beginning to bulge around the shaft now. Chris was moaning continually, thrashing his head from side to side. The pain was terrible, but his cock was so hard. He felt like he would explode any minute. Once again he tried in vain to bring himself off by thrusting his hips forward and back, but it did him no good. He was fully erect, eager to shoot his thick thirteen-year-old cum, but totally unable to achieve an orgasm. He wondered just how long those pills would be working. Hours? Days? Weeks? The thought of going even a few days without having an orgasm was positively horrifying to him.

He was so lost in his state of sexual arousal and denial that he did not notice his trainer attaching a series of thin wires to the various clamps on his young hairless body. He did not notice these wires being hooked to a small black box on the cart.

"Boy!" Jason said strongly, slapping Chris across the face to get his attention. "Pay attention. I'm going to run some electricity through the clamps. Take one last deep breath."

Chris obeyed and eyed his trainer in giddy terror. Jason flipped a switch on the black box and a red light glowed to life. He turned a dial that Chris really could not see, then pushed a single white button.

Christopher Andrews shrieked into his gag. His entire body went rigid, all of his muscles tensed as the electricity coursed through his young one-hundred-and-eight pound frame. Jason had the device set to deliver short bursts of electricity every fifteen seconds. He had selected medium voltage, enough to cause the boy exquisite pain without risking any serious lasting damage to the kid's gorgeous tight little body.

Jason experimented with increasingly higher voltages at longer and longer durations. Young Chris was screaming pitifully into his gag now, tears streaming from his wide blue terror-stricken eyes, twisting and writhing against the chains that bound him to the frame. Still his penis remained totally and painfully erect.

Jason must have read the boy's mind at that moment. "It's not going to kill you."

Chris was tortured like this for more than one hour. Finally, Jason reduced the voltage down to its lowest level, but set the box to deliver a continual current to the boy's nipples and genitals. Chris was sobbing. Drool was running down his chin from the ball-gag, snot was running from his nose, pre-cum was oozing out of the tip of his cock in a continual stream. There was a small pool of it on the floor between the boy's feet.

"You're a mess, boy," Jason said. "Time to clean you up."

The man stepped behind him out of his line of sight. Chris heard the squeak of a faucet being turned on. He shrieked when the showerhead positioned directly above the metal frame (which he had never noticed until now) opened up and a steady stream of frigid water rained down upon his naked body. After a few minutes it warmed up a bit, but it never actually got warm. Jason let the stream of water and the stream of electricity both run for another thirty minutes, tormenting the poor boy on the frame. Even with the cool water running over his smooth bare skin, the thirteen-year- old's penis continued to point up toward his belly. He'd been hard for almost three hours now, and he was no closer to being able cum now than he was when it started.

Jason sat at the desk, typing notes into the boy's file as Chris continued to sob and suffer. After another ten minutes, Jason got up and turned off the electricity. The water was still running. He selected a tawse from the hooks on the wall behind his workstation. Chris had his eyes closed, his head down in exhaustion. He did not see it. Jason walked around behind him. The boy's behind was a perfect and beautiful target. Jason whipped him for a good thirty minutes, eliciting a new round of screams from the boy's hoarse throat.

Chris was really lost in another world at this point. He really could not hear or understand anything Jason was saying to him. All he knew was that he hurt and that he very much wanted it all to end so he could go back to his little cell and go to sleep. His cock was finally beginning to deflate, yet strangely his desperate need to cum remained.

Finally the tawse was laid aside and the water was turned off. Chris hung from the chains now, unable to stand on his own. Jason came round and stood in front of him.

"Look at me, Zero-Seven."

Chris opened his tired eyes.

"You were very brave tonight." He reached behind the boy's head and unbuckled the strap that held the ball-gag. Chris spit it out obediently. Jason took a moment to rub the kid's sore jaw. "I'm going to take you back to the barracks now."

"I can . . . I can sleeeep?"

"Yes. I'll tell them to give you a small snack first. You've earned it."

"Thank you, sir."

Chris dropped his head. Jason had to hold the boy up at first, once all the chains were removed. As soon as the young teen was able to stand on his own wobbly feet, Jason swiftly put the boy back into his chastity device and snapped the padlock closed. The pills had worn off, and Chris' tortured four-inch penis was now quite flaccid. It didn't even harden when the metal cage was locked around it.

"Good boy," his trainer said. "Keep it soft until you go to sleep."

Chris was so utterly wasted from his ordeal that he had no problem following Jason's orders. When he got back to the barracks, his shackles and his collar were removed. Only the chastity device remained. The boy sat naked at the table and was given his snack, a pack of cheese and crackers and another apple. All of the other boys were locked in their cells. Jason tussled the boy's hair, the only sign of affection he ever seemed to give.

"Go right to sleep, boy. You've got a session with medical right after breakfast."

"Yes, sir," Chris said, barely listening. He was too busy crunching his sweet apple and enjoying his special snack.

"None of the other boys got extra food tonight, so this is just our secret, alright?"

Chris nodded and yawned between bites.

Jason spoke to the lone guard on duty. "Make sure he goes to the bathroom and brushes his teeth. He's not allowed to get hard in that thing until he lies down. If his cock tries to swell up, report it to me in the morning."

Jason left the barracks and took a leisurely stroll through the warm tropical evening to his suite of rooms in the staff housing area. There was air-conditioning and a fine bottle of wine waiting for him. His first day with Boy Zero-Seven had gone very well. The boy was going to be a star, no doubt about it.

Chris was taken to the bathroom after he'd finished eating. The guard watched him while he sat on the toilet and pissed. He tried to shit, but couldn't. He was given a toothbrush with his number on it and stood in front of the sink brushing his teeth. He saw himself in the mirror. His face was dirty and tear-stained. His hair was wet and tangled.

'Goddamn, I look like shit.'

And he felt every bit as terrible as he looked.

The boy was marched to his cell and gently pushed inside. He was allowed to find his bunk before the solid steel door was closed and locked plunging the little room into darkness. Chris was grateful his collar and shackles were gone, even though he knew he'd be wearing them again in just a few short hours. He stretched out on his mattress and pulled the thin sheet up over his waist. His cock was still soft inside the chastity device. He was happy for that. For the first time since he was eleven-years-old, he did not even want to think about getting hard. All he wanted was sleep, and it took him almost instantly.

'I think I made a big mistake,' was the boy's final conscious thought.

Chapter 8.

Chris woke up a few hours later. He was lying on his side. The cell was dim, the only light coming through the barred and heavily screened window. His nipples were still sore, and there was a dull ache in his cock and balls. He'd sort of hoped he'd wake up to discover everything had been a dream. It wasn't. He was still a slave. He was locked in a tiny concrete cell. There was no way he could get out of it. He rolled onto his back and propped himself up with this elbows. Chris' dick was half-hard inside the chastity device. He could just feel the spikes pressing into the thick shaft of his boyhood, a constant and painful reminder that he was not allowed to have erections without Jason's permission.

The thirteen-year-old was leaking pre-cum constantly now, even when his penis was soft. He could actually feel the thin sticky fluid slowly working its way out of his dick. It was not an unpleasant feeling, just weird. Chris didn't understand why the chastity device kept his dick wet and leaking, but he was becoming aware of the fact that his cock would be locked away and dripping like this for the next three years. He reached down and fiddled with the padlock, tugging at the metal cage that encased his now soft four inches. He could still touch his balls. They were sore and swollen and aching. The metal ring at the base of the boy's genitals, which held the chastity cage in place, had the added effect of forcing the boy's ripe thirteen-year-old balls up and out from his body, keeping them on lewd display at all times.

He was so desperate to cum, and his balls were so sore from being tortured. He decided it was best not to touch himself at all, even in the privacy of his dark little cell. He kicked the sheet off and got up. There was only about three feet between his bunk and Alexei's. The younger boy was sound asleep on his back, his mouth hanging open, his chest rising and falling. Chris walked over to the window. There were iron bars on the outside, and a thick mesh screen on the inside. The mesh made it difficult to see out, or for light to come in, but Chris discovered if he pressed his nose right up against the screen, the mesh seemed to disappear and he could see outside. The boy stood there and crossed his arms on the concrete windowsill.

It was raining outside. A soft gentle drizzle. There was no glass in the window, so a warm breeze was blowing into the tiny room. It felt good on the boy's bare skin. Chris could see the ten-foot high fence that surrounded the barracks. There were lights on wooden poles to keep the area around the fence illuminated. The razor wire glittered in the pale sickly yellow light. Chris hadn't really given any thought to trying to escape, but the view out the window reinforced the fact that he was a slave, and that this small cell would be his home for the next three years.

Alexei stirred and shouted something in Russian. He rolled over onto his side and tried to go back to sleep, but the twelve-year-old was experiencing the same frustration that had awakened young Chris. He cursed in his native language and got up. He joined Chris at the window, crossing his arms on the sill just like the older boy.

"I do not like this thing," he said, running his hands over the stainless steel cage that encased his dick.

"We're not supposed to," Chris commiserated. "Is your dick leaking?"

"Da. It won't stop."

"Mine too."

"Are you . . . o-kay?" Alexei asked.

"Kinda."

"What did he do to you?"

"I don't really want to talk about, alright?"

"Da."

"If you put your nose right up to the screen, you can see outside."

Alexei tried it, then stood back and smiled at the older boy. He felt really lucky to be paired up with the cute, cool American, for all sorts of reasons. He pressed his nose to the screen again and stayed like that for a while. There wasn't much to see out there at night, just the fence and the razor wire, but it was a change from the close gray walls.

"It is raining," Alexei pronounced.

"Thanks, genius," Chris laughed. "I figured that out myself while you were still asleep."

Chris looked outside again too, and the boys just stood there for a few minutes, their shoulders touching lightly. Chris nudged Alexei playfully and the younger boy nudged back. They carried on that little contest for a while, then Chris felt Alexei's hand on his shoulder. He breathed deeply and relaxed. Alexei moved his hand lower, down the gentle curve of the thirteen-year-old's back. His touch was light and timid. Chris put his hand between Alexei's shoulders. The twelve-year-old's skin was warm and soft. Without really thinking about it, Chris moved his hand down, just like Alexei had done. Both boys now had their hands on each other's rear ends.

They giggled and wiggled their butts for each other. Chris had never really touched another boy this way, or been touched. He and Josh had played around like brothers do, but this felt very different somehow. The two boys timidly explored each other, each enjoying the soft touch of the other. Chris found Alexei's crack and ran a single finger down its length. Alexei sighed and spread his legs a little wider. Chris understood and worked his finger in a little more deeply. It took him a minute to find the twelve-year- old's little opening. He moved around so he was standing behind Alexei, his other hand on the younger boy's shoulder. The top of Alexei's head came up to the height of Chris' chin. He could smell Alexei's damp sweaty hair. He rested his finger against the boy's hole, pressing gently against it. Chris knew how good it felt whenever he fingered himself there. He pushed a little harder. And then he felt his finger slipping up inside the other boy's butt. Alexei gasped and sighed happily and leaned back against him.

Alexei's voice was a soft high whisper in the night. "Would you . . . would you do sex stuff with me . . . if we didn't have to wear these things?"

"Yeah," Chris said. "Yeah."

Alexei moved forward and Chris let his finger slip out of the young Russian's butt. He couldn't believe where it had

just been. He'd never even done that with Josh. He'd never
even thought of doing that with Josh.

"My dick was trying to be hard," Alexei explained.

"Its okay. Guess we should go back to sleep, huh?"

"Da. Sleep."

The two boys returned to their beds. Their playful exploration had done nothing to relieve the tension and frustration that was building between their young legs. Only their sheer exhaustion allowed them to finally fall back into a fitful sleep. Chris knew that when he woke up all those feelings would still be there, and that his dick would still be leaking like a drippy faucet.

At exactly eight in the morning, the steel doors of the boys' cells were unlocked and flung open.

"Wake up, boys!" the matron shouted. "On your feet and in front of your doors! Don't make us come in after you."

Ten tired naked boys stepped out of their cells, rubbing sleep from their eyes and yawning. Lean, muscular, hairless little bodies on display for the matron and her keepers. All of the boys had been freed of their collars and shackles for the night, but they all still wore their chastity devices.

"Hands behind your heads," the matron ordered.

The line of boys obeyed instantly.

"Get your little butts into the bathroom."

With their hands clasped behind their heads, the boys scurried off to the bathroom, escorted by four keepers. There were only three toilets in the barracks, so the boys had to take turns relieving themselves while everyone else watched. All of the boys, even the older ones, were forced to squat over the toilet. After proving to have rather poor aim the night before, they were not allowed to stand up to pee.

Chris went in the first group. He sat down gingerly, his butt still sore from the whipping Jason had given him less than eight hours earlier. His bladder was nearly bursting, but he had a hard time getting started with the keepers and all the other boys watching and waiting. Finally he felt a strong stream of piss traveling through his dick and heard it splashing in the bowl. Pissing with the metal cage locked around his dick was an interesting experience. It seemed to take forever for him to drain himself. He tried to shit. He knew he needed to, it had been two full days, but he couldn't do it.

"Come on, Zero-Seven," one of the guards said, "take your dump and get off the can."

"I'm trying, sir. I can't."

"I'll have to report you to your trainer."

There was nothing Chris could do about it. He got up miserably and made way for the next boy. He was taken over to the shower area and again told to stand with his hands behind his head. Gabriel and Phillipe were already standing there waiting.

For Chris it seemed to take forever for all of the boys to finish on the toilet. Josh was the very last boy to go. It was agony for him to have to stand and wait and watch all the others relieve themselves while he held in his morning piss. When all the boys were lined up in the shower area, hands clasped behind their heads, the matron and two of the guards went down the line, ordering each boy to spread his legs so they could remove the chastity devices.

One at a time, each boy's genitals were freed from their tight constraints. The older boys had their cock-cages removed, along with the spike attachment and all the necessary bits and pieces that made the thing fit so snuggly. The steel rings however remained firmly in place around their young genitals. The three younger boys had their leather belts with the attached metal plates removed. Each boy's device was placed in a cloth bag that bore his number. The bags were hung on hooks on the wall opposite the showers.

"Keep those little dicks soft," the matron warned them.

With their genitals freed from the harsh devices, all of the boys had a hard time obeying that particular order. Chris and a few of the older boys were showing definite signs of arousal, standing there half-hard, pre-cum glistening on the tips of their young teenaged dicks. Ten-year-old Miles sported a nice little circumcised boner, all two and 3/4 inches of it, jutting straight out from his hairless groin and bobbing up and down rather amusingly. Poor little Josh with his not-so-little cock was the worst offender, his eleven-year-old organ springing up to its full oversized five-and-three-quarter inches in a matter of seconds.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said, red faced, when the matron glared at him.

"Your trainers had better teach you boys how to control yourselves. I don't want you shooting your filthy spunk all over my floor."

"Sorry, ma'am," all ten boys said in chorus.

The keepers handed each boy a thin wash cloth and a small bottle of blue disinfectant gel-soap.

"Get under the showers. You have five minutes to wash up," the matron explained. "Make sure you clean between your toes and behind your ears. I want your little asses clean too. You are not to touch your genitals. We will take care of that for you. When you are done, step forward and keep your hands at your sides.

There were ten showerheads, spaced about two feet apart. The boys stepped under them and the matron turned the master valve. Frigid water sprayed over their young bodies. They sputtered and shivered. Josh's erection disappeared almost instantly.

"Soap up, you filthy animals," the matron shouted over the sounds of shrieking freezing teeth-chattering boys.

The disinfectant smelled terrible. The boys scrubbed themselves quickly, trying to step out of the icy spray whenever they could. The matron would not allow it.

"Get back under the water. Wash your hair."

After just two minutes, the first of the boys stepped forward, droplets of water glistening on their smooth hairless skin. No boy stayed under the water for the full five minutes. Alexei was the last to finish.

With the freshly-cleaned boys all lined up and waiting, the guards snapped on latex gloves, squirted disinfectant onto a sponge, and vigorously scrubbed each boy's cock and balls. Chris, Josh, Alexei, Ian, Illya and Phillipe were all uncircumcised and had to endure the further humiliation of having their foreskins roughly pulled back and cleaned. Not one of the boys got an erection during this ordeal.

The cloth bags that held each boy's chastity device were hung around their necks, and the naked lads were ordered back to the commons area. They sat down at the table in the same seats they'd occupied the night before.

The Andrews brothers were happy to see each other. Chris noticed before Joshua sat down next to him that his little brother's butt and back were covered with thin angry red stripes. He wondered what exactly Josh's trainer had done to him.

"Holy shit, Josh . . .!" Chris exclaimed as he examined the eleven-year-old's well-striped backside up close.

"I know," Josh said softly. "She hit me really hard. I didn't cry though."

"Wow. You did better than me. I was cryin' like a baby. Did she make you keep your dick hard the whole time? Jason did that to me."

Josh gave his brother a puzzled look. "No. She never even took my belt off."

"I wanted to cum so bad. Still do."

"Me too."

Chris laughed at his little brother. "You can't even shoot yet, squirt. It's different for you."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

The brothers' argument was cut short by breakfast. Once again the boys lined up in front of the meal cart, all of them completely naked with their chastity devices hung in bags around their necks. All of their eyes lit up when they saw what was on the trays. Eggs and pancakes, an orange, and two strips of bacon, the only real meat the boys would get each day. They were starving and devoured their morning meal in no time at all.

At nine o'clock their trainers arrived for them. Each boy stood at attention while his trainer locked the iron collar around his neck and put the thick heavy shackles on his slender wrists and ankles. The boys were then locked into their chastity devices.

The matron gave each of the trainers a brief report on their boy's behavior in the barracks. Hannah Dubose was told about young Joshua's shameful erection. In fact most of the boys were given a bad report on that score, as each of them had exhibited at least half-hard dicks after the chastity devices had been removed. Only Daniel O'Hanlon had managed to keep his penis completely soft.

"Ten demerits for Joshua," Jason Sanborne announced, "and two demerits for the rest of you. Zero-Five, you don't get any points for keeping it soft, since that's what you're expected to do."

Jason went on to explain the points system. "Any time you break a rule, show any disrespect or disobedience, or perform particularly poorly at an assigned task, you will be given demerits. Any time you win an event or contest, or please your trainer in an exceptional way, you will earn bonus points. You will all learn it is much easier to earn demerits than points. Most of you will be in the negative most of the time. At the end of each week, the boy with the lowest score will receive special discipline and punishment. The two boys with the highest scores will be given a reward. At the end of each month, the lowest boy will receive some minor body modification, as a reminder of his poor behavior and performance."

"What's modficationed mean?" ten-year-old Miles innocently asked, raising his hand timidly.

"Modification," Jason corrected him gently. "To you it means we will be piercing certain parts of your bodies, or tattooing them, or branding them. Several of you already have an earring. You might find rings inserted into other parts of your bodies as well."

The boys could all imagine just what parts Jason was talking about and quickly brought their legs together, more than a few of them clasping their hands over their genitals before remembering that was forbidden.

Jason continued. "Your indentures allow us to do this to you with certain limitations. You will live with whatever modifications you are sentenced to for the entire time you are on the island, but all of them are reversible. None of you will be permanently damaged. That's against your best interests and the company's. I said these procedures would be minor, but minor does not always mean painless. Trust me that none of you want to be the loser at the end of the month."

All of the boys shivered, especially Josh who quickly did the math in his head and realized he was already eight points behind everybody else. Hannah curled two of her fingers around the ring on the eleven-year-old's collar. "I'm not going to punish you for your erection this morning. We'll save that for the end of the week. I know you're going to fuck up a few more times."

"I won't, ma'am," Josh said, looking up at her with earnest moist eyes. "I promise I'll do better."

"We'll see."

The matron also informed Jason of Christopher's inability to use the bathroom. "I'll be sure medical takes care of that," his trainer said.

Once again the boys were chained to their partners by their collars. They were marched out of the barracks one team at a time with their trainers walking behind them, prod in hand. It was already hot and humid, the morning sun blazing down in a cloudless sky. The camera crews were outside the fence, filming the ten boys as they marched by in chains. All of the boys had their heads down. None of them wanted to look into the camera. Chris had been excited about the prospect of being a TV star. Suddenly it didn't seem like such a good thing after all.

The trainers led their boys back to the training facility. There they were told their schedules for the day. Chris and Alexei would be the first team to be taken to medical for their examinations. Their trainers refused to say exactly what was going to be examined, or how. The two boys were very nervous young men as they stood outside the door to the infirmary, waiting for the doctor and the nurses to get everything ready for the first exams of the day.

Three other teams were assigned to weight training. David and Josh were taken outside by their trainers and told to spend the morning running along the marathon course that covered the entire island. The catch, of course, was that they had to make the run while still wearing their chains. Ankles chained. Wrists chained. And the two boys chained to each other by their collars. Little four-foot-six-inch Josh fell down almost immediately and was dragged a few feet before David realized what happened.

"Shit," the older boy said, turning around and pulling the little boy up. Josh's knees were already skinned. "Listen, kid, you have to keep up or you'll be a bloody mess."

"Don't run so fuckin' fast," Josh said. "You're legs 'r like twice as long as mine."

"So's my cock," the fourteen-year-old smirked.

Josh stared at him. That was a total lie. For his age, David actually had one of the smallest penises in the group. "Mine's bigger than yours already, and I'm only eleven. So who's really got the small wiener?"

David wasn't a mean kid at all, just really scared and really afraid of what might happen if he and Josh didn't do well. "Sorry, kid," he said, helping scrape the dirt and mud off Josh's legs. "Everything's just so fucked up right now."

"I know. Let's just run, okay?"

"Right."

With a twelve-inch difference in height, it was hard enough for the two boys to walk, let alone run while chained together. But after a few more false starts and trips and falls, and a bloodied banged-up knee for Josh, they worked it out. Josh had to move his legs a lot faster to keep up with fourteen-year-old David's long graceful strides, but he was a sturdy muscular little kid and wrestling had given him a lot of stamina. He powered along beside his partner, and soon the two boys were running the grueling and treacherous course at a fair speed. Hannah, and David's trainer Michella, rode twenty feet behind the boys on a four- wheeler. Close enough to keep the two young slaves motivated, but far enough back that they wouldn't run them down if they had another fall.

Michella, whose views on males were if anything more harsh than Hannah's, shouted at the boys in a constant barrage of degrading insults and threats of punishment if they failed to keep a decent pace. The two young women kissed passionately on more than one occasion, enjoying the site of two hairless naked boys chained and struggling in front of them.

Back at the training facility, the door to the infirmary was opened by a woman about the age of Chris' mom. She wore a white lab coat with the XB1 logo on the shoulder.

"We're ready," she said, gazing at the two naked young teens. "You can bring them in now." Jason and Natasha pushed their boys forward. No kid likes a visit to the doctor. Chris and Alexei were going to particularly dislike this one.

The infirmary consisted of a private office for the doctor, a large examination room with two flat metal exam beds and two odd metal chairs with leather padding that looked to Chris like the kind you would find in a dentist's office. There were cabinets with glass doors along the walls. Chris could see they contained all sorts of bottles and tools. There was a sink for the doctor and her team of nurses to wash up. There was also a toilet in the corner, and another open shower which was little more than a drain in the tile floor and a showerhead curving out from the wall.

Chris had a feeling he'd be showering in front of everyone again. He had never been an overly modest boy, but he had grown up with the crazy idea that when you took a shower, there was supposed to be a door and a curtain between your naked butt and the world outside.

There were three other people in the room, all in the same white lab coats, and all young women just out of school. The oldest of them was only twenty, the youngest just eighteen. All these women in this one room, and two naked boys. It was more than Chris and Alexei could take and they instinctively covered themselves.

"None of that, boys," Natasha said in her thick Russian accent, slapping their hands away from their groins.

"You know where your hands are supposed to be," Jason added. "That's two more demerits for you both."

Chris and Alexei groaned in protest but quickly clasped their hands behind their heads.

"Come in, boys," the doctor said. "No need to be shy. We're all going to get to know every inch of your bodies soon enough."

The twelve and thirteen-year-old boys blushed and stepped into the center of the examination room. The doctor was standing between the two metal tables. Her three assistants were on either side of her.

"My name is Allison Trench. I am a doctor specializing in the special needs of young boys. You will address me as 'ma'am'. These are my assistants," she said, gesturing to the three young women beside her. Chris had already figured out he was gay, but he still noticed how pretty the three young women were. Allison Trench wasn't all that bad looking either, for a doctor. "You will address them as 'miss' and treat them with the same respect you treat your trainers. When you are in this room, you will do exactly as we say, is that understood, boys?"

"Yes, ma'am," the young pair answered quickly, their young voices soft and frightened.

"Oh, they are just so polite," one of Trench's assistants said. She had brown hair, pulled back into a tail. She wore an ID card that gave her first name as Karin.

One of the others, a blond who appeared younger than the rest, stepped toward the two boys. "And they look so cute with their little cocks locked in their chastity cages."

Chris took in a sharp gasp as the woman put her hand between his legs and toyed with his tightly encased penis, tickling his balls with a single finger. Chris had already lost count of how many people had touched his boy-parts in the last two days. It was so embarrassing, to have your cock locked up and on display like that. His private parts had suddenly become very public. Anyone who wanted to could touch him there and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Poor little boy," the young woman said. "You can't get hard in that thing, can you?"

"No, miss," Chris heard himself answer as the blood rushed to his ears turning them a dark crimson.

"Look at his ears, Anna," Karin said, "I think you're embarrassing him."

"Am I?" the blond apparently named Anna asked sweetly, her fingers now playfully swirling through Christopher's wispy blond tuft of pubic hair. "This one already has some hair around his dick," she announced to the others. Chris' pubic hair was so light and so sparse that it could perhaps have been missed, although Chris found the whole thing terribly humiliating.

"Wait, the smaller one has some too, see," Karin said, pointing to twelve-year-old Alexei's groin. "Just a few little hairs, but they're a lot darker."

"We will have time to examine them thoroughly," Trench told her over-eager young nurses. She then turned to address the two boy slaves.

"We will be giving you a complete physical examination, and I do mean complete," she said with a wicked smile. "But first, I am afraid we are going to have to remove all the hair from your bodies . . . "

"All of it, ma'am?" Chris whispered.

"You can keep the hair on your heads, but that will be the only hair you are allowed to have. Boy slaves are completely hairless."

Chris looked down at the downy blond hairs above his cock. He'd just started growing them a few months ago.

"Yes, we will be removing that too. From the looks of things, it's the only hair either of you have right now."

That was certainly true. Aside from their sparse little pubic tufts, Chris and Alexei were smooth and hairless. If you looked very close, you could see some boyish blond fuzz on Christopher's legs, which had been there since he was about five years old, but there wasn't very much of that.

The two boys looked at each other in horror. Their trainers gripped their collars from behind.

"You two will do everything the doctor and her staff tell you. If we hear you've misbehaved, you will spend the rest of the day in one of the special training rooms."

Alexei had not experienced that yet, but just the thought of those electric clamps on his cock and balls and nipples made poor Chris shiver.

"I'll be good, sir, I promise," he said.

Alexei nodded that he didn't plan on causing any trouble either.

Jason and Natasha removed the two-foot chain between the boys' collars. At Doctor Trench's instructions, the chains attached to the shackles at their wrists and ankles were also taken off and hung on a pair of hooks by the door, one set for each boy on its own hook. Before they left, the trainers took the keys to the boys' chastity devices and handed them Allison Trench. The young doctor smiled, anticipating the interesting morning that was in store for her and her two cute young patients.

* * *

For those who are having a hard time keeping all the boys straight, here's a quick run-down of their names, numbers, ages, nationalities, and sport of choice.

Miles Harris, boy 01, age 10, English, running

Joshua Andrews, boy 02, age 11, American, wrestling

Ian Cloverdale, boy 03, age 11, Australian, swimming

Alexei Graznikov, boy 04, age 12, Russian, wrestling

Daniel O'Hanlon, boy 05, age 12, Canadian, wrestling

Gabriel Shelton, boy 06, age 12, English, football (soccer)

Christopher Andrews, boy 07, age 13, American, swimming

Illya Casparev, boy 08, age 13, Russian, gymnastics

Phillipe Dulac, boy 09, age 14, French, diving

David Brown, boy 10, age 14, Australian, swimming

Stay tuned for more exciting adventures!