Pueros

The Brotherhood

Chapter 1
Challenges

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, July 1996)

The teenager face's was that of an angel. The heavenly visage was crowned with silky straight blonde hair, cut in neat short layered fashion, and adorned with sensuous large blue eyes and seductive rosy lips. His dress of tight fitting designer sky blue t-shirt and navy blue jeans, with white sports socks and trainers, added to the wonderful spectacle. The watchers' eyes focused especially on the nice bulge noticeable at the front of the Levis and the equally sublime clear perception through the denim of the curvaceous mounds that comprised the lad's superlative rear. One flustered elderly customer had to take a tablet to avoid the risk of imminent heart failure caused by his observations.

"Hello," said Andrew politely, and with an enchanting smile, to the receptionist, "do you speak English?" There was no immediate reply and so the 16 years old began to think that perhaps the handsome young man behind the counter, himself 22 years old and attired in white t-shirt and jeans, the former displaying a small pink triangular motif, did not know the language. However, this was not the case. The employee had instead been as much taken aback by the gorgeousness of the sight before him as the gawking patrons.

The receptionist eventually regained his composure and spluttered out "Yes, er, yes, er, er, I do speak English. What can I er, er, er, do to you? Sorry, I meant do for you!" The English boy's sweet smile returned as he answered the now blushing young Dutchman.

"I'm looking for a job," replied the 16 years old.

(South Dakota, U.S.A., same time)

The mother, who had divorced the father of Brad and Glen and subsequently remarried, had recently died of breast cancer. This had caused the stepfather's drinking to increase and his physical mistreatment of the boys to intensify, resulting in their drastic response of running away, even though they had not spoken to their estranged real father for years.

Brad and Glen had, by securing a number of lifts and sleeping in the vehicles, whilst preserving what little money they possessed for food, now reached three-quarters of the way to their destination. The boys were standing just outside Sioux Falls on the side of the main road that headed east when a car pulled up in response to the lad's outstretched thumbs.

Brad and Ben ran to the vehicle, the back door of which was opened quickly for them. The lads looked inside and saw two smiling men in the front seats. "Where are you going?" asked the driver whilst eyeing the pretty blonde youngsters. "Milwaukee," answered Brad. "Well, this is your lucky day, boys, so are we," the passenger responded, "so Jump in!" The 15 and 12 years olds could not believe their good fortune.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, 3 hours later)

Andrew's parental background was similar to that of Brad and Glen although, with his own mother's recent death, both his natural parents were now deceased. However, his stepfather had not been abusive, just totally uncaring. The situation had stimulated the otherwise very popular teenager into startling his friends and teachers by leaving school, claiming that he had accepted a management traineeship at a major London bank, for which he would have to leave the Cheshire town where he had been born and brought up. The youth had recently gained the best examination results in his year, as well as county recognition in athletics, swimming, cricket and soccer, and was therefore seemingly giving up a potentially glittering academic and sporting future. However, no-one could dissuade him from the course of action he had chosen, his disinterested stepfather not even trying.

Andrew had packed his rucksack with some essentials, including his passport and changes of clothing, before heading for London, saying that he would collect the rest of his stuff later. The teenager never did and his stepfather therefore either sold or gave away to charity the youth's other possessions when he too subsequently moved away permanently from Cheshire, emigrating to Canada, unconcerned that he had not heard from his stepson since the day the 16 years old had left home.

Andrew had used his savings to travel to London and then straight back out again as he transferred railway stations to take a train for the port of Harwich, where he boarded the ferry that would convey him to the Netherlands. The teenager had left no forwarding address, suggesting that he would advise people of that later, but no-one in his home town ever heard from him again.

Andrew knew that he was gay from about the age of 13 when most of his friends had started looking seriously at girls, whilst he continued to ogle his prettier male companions. The teenager's secret unrequited passion had become desperation by the time that he became 16 and so he decided to do something about his plight, the new domestic scene aiding his resolve.

Andrew was a regular user of the internet as an aid to relieving manually his desires, finding that he gained most pleasure from the gay bdsm sites. He would often climax whilst daydreaming about his own young body being fucked, tortured and otherwise abused by men. The teenager had also used the net to research where it would be best to go to turn his fantasies into realities. He had made Amsterdam and its 'Pink Triangle' club his first choice. The Dutch had recently legalised licensed prostitution and the age of consent for both sexes in the country was 16.

As Andrew lay on the bed of his hotel room, his cock hardened within his jeans as the thought of imminently realising his dreams struck him.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, 2 days later)

Andrew's hands were shaking as he opened the envelope. The printed communication was short and simple, reading, below a letterhead displaying a pink triangle, 'Dear Andrew, Application accepted. Please check out of hotel (bill already settled) and report to club at once.' An illegible signature, presumably that of the manager, was underneath. The teenager's hidden cock hardened instantly.

(Somewhere in the U.S.A., same time)

Brad, newly redressed only in short white shorts with a small motif, was viewing an instructional video, about the institution in which he and his brother now found themselves, and was appalled. The boys had been offered Pepsi by the passenger of the car supposedly carrying them to Milwaukee. When the lads eventually woke up, as the knockout drug contained in the cola wore off, they had found themselves immovably bound, blindfolded and gagged in the back of a truck, which had conveyed them to their current location.

Brad had seen nothing of what was outside his cell but the television now revealed in graphic detail the awfulness of his situation.

(Berlin, Germany, same time)

The French boy was a new recruit to the establishment personnel, losing his virginity only weeks earlier. Since then, many clients had enjoyed his immaculate young body but this was the teenager's first performance at the club's monthly bdsm night. The large raucous throng, sitting at tables and filling the main theatre to capacity, consisted mainly of men but some women were also present. Many possessed punishment instruments and all wore exotic bdsm gear of one kind or another, with leather the predominant material of manufacture. However, none were naked as that was banned in the theatre for all except the stage performers. Customer nudity was confined to the many specially equipped bedrooms and playrooms, including several dungeons, dotted around the large pleasure complex.

As Pierre danced erotically, he first removed the detachable rear flap of his loincloth before later discarding the front to leave his obviously aroused privates covered by just the diminutive thong-like undergarment. "Off, off, off!" was the predominant shout from the spectators as their impatience with the teenager's long teasing routine gained in strength. The youth could not prevent himself from blushing from head to toe when he eventually obliged the patrons to tumultuous cheering and many loud rude comments.

Pierre's now fully revealed erection, completely smooth as the bodies of all club prostitutes were expertly shaved of hair and now flopping around as he danced naked, was not only visible to those near the stage. A number of closed circuit television cameras, operated automatically from a central control room, were carefully trained at the performer from all angles, some providing close-up, very intimate, views of the artiste's face and loins. Banks of multiple television screens were placed near the huge theatre bar and along the walls, as well as in adjacent lounges and other public places such as the basement swimming pool. Private venues had split-screen systems on their single television sets so that the flick of a button on the handset would result in the desired picture.

Pierre finally concluded his act and was chained spreadeagled by the compere between two posts fitted firmly into the centre of the stage. The teenager's lovely face reddened again as a small machine was also brought onto the platform, placed on the floor just in front of him and plugged into a sunken electrical socket, after the lid protecting the power connection had been lifted. The instrument resembled a flat plastic box with integral digital clock and glass container on top.

A number of long wires of different colours led from the machine. Several had tiny metal clamps at the end. Fortunately for the nude youth, the clamps were not too severe as they were carefully attached to his ear lobes, septum, tongue, nipples, lower cock and balls. One wire operated a smooth metal anal vibrator, causing the 16 years old to yelp, to the delight of the spectators, as it was secured in its appropriate location. Another ran a circular metal penile vibrator, fitted tightly in place at the base of the smooth young French erection so that it rested against the scrotum. The other final wire was linked to a tiny switch in the middle of a thin transparent plastic tube connecting a condom-like sheaf, fitted to the boy's cockhead, to the glass container underneath.

The ingenious machine had two settings. The first activated the clock, running seconds down from a pre-set maximum, caused the vibrators to operate and induced mild downward suction in the tube. The second reset the timer and stopped the vibrators and suction, sending random intermittent electrical currents down all of the wires instead, providing shocks of varying intensities to the receiving ends, carefully maximised to take into account the body parts concerned.

"Ladies and Gentleman," the compere announced into his microphone, "now for our young French boy's 1200 second challenge. As you know, if our sweet 16 years old cums during these 20 minutes, whilst his prick and rectum are being entertained by the delights of the vibrators, he'll send his semen down the tube. As sperm is a good conductor of electricity, it will close a circuit as it passes the switch half way down. This will reset the instrument so that he can then enjoy 2400 seconds of delicious electric shock torture." More cheering was heard. "However, if he succeeds in preventing orgasm, he'll be released instead to have the rest of the night off and we'll bring on the next act." Booing now rang round the theatre.

The cheering returned when the compere declared "Raffle tickets are now being sold for only 30 Deutschemarks each. If our young French boy fails, and after he's been sated with electricity for now, the possessors of the first six tickets drawn can continue his punishment. 6th place will be rewarded with a set of very severe nipple clamps to attach to his sore nipples; 5th place with a paddle to redden his bottom; 4th place with a cane to decorate the same place with stripes; 3rd place can lay a strap anywhere he or she wants; 2nd place the same with a whip whilst 1st place can have our young performer for the rest of the night for any purpose as long as no permanent damage is caused. After all, I'm sure that you all want to see his lovely body restored so that he can entertain us again!"

The cheering reached a new high as the compere then smiled at Pierre as he slowly reached down to press the button that started the device, the boisterousness drowning out the beginning of the low humming emanating from the vibrators and suction pump.

Pierre looked at the timer counting the seconds backward from 1200 and felt the exciting sensations searing throughout his body via his cock and anus. The French boy knew that he had no chance of lasting 20 minutes without being brought to orgasm. He had not been allowed ejaculation for four days previously, in preparation for this event, whilst simultaneously being prescribed strong doses of an aphrodisiac drug more powerful than viagra, whose special secret formula was known only to the organisation for which he worked.

It soon seemed to Pierre that his ball sac was close to bursting with sperm desperate for release. The teenager's cock was throbbing wildly whilst its head had long ago been shed of its foreskin cover. The youth wondered whether the copious precum that he was shedding would trigger the switch. However, his contemplation of this possibility was short lived as the 16 years old felt the inexorable approach of climax just as the timer had counted down to 900. His body suddenly visibly shook convulsively and white fluid started spurting into the connection tube to the delight of everyone throughout the pleasure complex, including himself. The French boy had, after all, signed his contract with the management to enjoy the pleasure of nights like this.

During Pierre's later torments, no-one paid any attention to the tiny tattoo on the teenager's right arm. This consisted of the letters 'IBBL' supported on either side by what looked like a young naked boy sporting a full erection.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, 1 week later)

Andrew had no hesitation at all in accepting the challenge to sign the renewable 4-year IBBL contract.

Andrew then removed his only attire, short white shorts with small pink triangle motif, and replaced them with similar bearing the IBBL insignia. The teenager then prostrated himself before his new IBBL Master before being given permission to leave the man's office to find the club's tattooist.

(Somewhere in the U.S.A., September 1996)

The triggering of the switch in the tube by semen would reset the timer only to 120 seconds. After that time was up, Brad knew that razor wire would be released inside the top of the plating and be forced by extremely strong springs to move rapidly to the bottom. The boy, now with a tiny tattoo on his right arm, also appreciated, from the videos that he had seen, that soft young genitalia had no chance of resisting the wire, which could, once set in motion slice through thick bone unchallenged if needed. The evil device was effectively the modern high-tech equivalent of the genital guillotine encountered by a certain Lycian Prince over 1700 years earlier.

Brad felt pleasurable sensations course through his beautiful young body as his own challenge started and the timer began counting down from 1200 seconds. The terrified boy looked down at his rampant erection, oozing precum into the transparent condom-like cockhead attachment, and recognised again, on the metal just above the base of his engorged penis, the all-permeating IBBL logo.

Chapter 2
Inductions

(London, England, March 1880)

Two weeks later, with all Police leave cancelled, most of London's known brothels, catering for a wide range of tastes in human flesh and fetishes, were raided and many arrests made. The biggest surprise of the Saturday night activity was the number of well-known rich establishment figures rounded up in an opulent and very select boy brothel, in existence for many years. Their detainment and subsequent imprisonment not only ruined the careers and reputations of these men but also the futures of many of the boys they buggered. It had been customary for the clientele to look after the young male prostitutes once they advanced into manhood. Many became, relatively for the times, well groomed, fed, boarded and remunerated servants of one kind or another in their former patrons' households. Others were funded through education or apprenticeships into worthwhile jobs. Some were helped to emigrate to the colonies or that impertinent former colony, remarkably successful despite lack of British supervision, the United States of America. Now, the current stable of boy catamites, most parentless for one reason or another, was offered places in grim orphanages or workhouses. Most preferred the streets despite the fact that life expectancy there was short.

(Oxfordshire, England, January 1881)

The result of the two-day conference was the establishment of a boy brothel in a large country house in Berkshire, which, despite its seclusion, was readily accessible from London via train and carriage. Some of the lads who had been of previous service were found and recruited but, as others were now lost, these had to be supplemented by fresh stock.

Whatever, the merits of boy prostitution, the future lives of this particular group of volunteer catamites, and their immediate successors, were much better, and usually longer, than could otherwise have been expected. All were sworn to lifelong secrecy and very few, even those whose later work took them outside the new fraternity, broke this rule as they knew the likely consequence for disobedience, for the very few had all died in unexplained circumstances and nothing ever came of their disclosures. Attention to maintenance of such secrecy was to be an organisational linchpin through later decades.

All of the boy prostitutes displayed tiny tattoos on their right arms. This consisted of the letters 'BBL' supported on either side by what looked like a young naked boy sporting a full erection. An 'I' would be added to the abbreviation in 1898.

(London, England, April 1994)

Four days later, the young researcher was killed in a hit and run accident. No portfolio of private investigation was ever found amongst his possessions and the departmental head, sighing about the tragic loss of such professional talent, soon forgot about the whole issue.

Over the next few weeks several more men, seemingly unconnected but all, according to certain people, owners of loose tongues, also died. Two apparentlty committed suicide, by hanging and handgun respectively. Another accidentally fell under a train as it was arriving at a station and one was drowned having consumed much alcohol and fallen into a river. There was also a further hit and run incident. Lessons were subsequently learnt by certain people whose consciences were getting the better of them and no further leaks occurred anywhere in the world for several years.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, July 1996)

The manager eventually opened the door of his office, said farewells to a middle-aged man, who had been his guest, and then invited Andrew inside. "Please take a seat," the manger suggested, gesturing to the chair in front of his large mahogany desk, whilst he resumed his position on the other side. The teenager did so and the man opened a file which was labelled with the youth's name and reference number. The 16 years old noticed that the number was 1-48442, a numerical with which he was to become well acquainted. He also saw the questionnaire about himself, which he had completed on his first visit, inside the wallet, along now with several other documents. He was not told that one of these was a report from a servant of the organisation, to which the club belonged, who happened to live in Cheshire, England, verifying, from discrete enquiries, the facts that the boy had provided in the form.

"We have completed our preliminary security checks," the manager announced in a businesslike manner, "and are happy to offer you a period of employment, without contract, of one week." The man saw Andrew's sweet smile disappear from his face in clear disappointment, which, to him, was a good sign. He paused and thought that he detected wetness in the teenager's sensuous eyes but the youth was seemingly either too taken aback or polite to protest at the decision.

The manager eventually put Andrew out of his misery by advising "The week will be for initial induction so that we can learn more about you whilst you can gain an appreciation of what we expect from you and what different opportunities exist for you within this establishment and the wider operations of our parent organisation." The teenager's smile returned and he wiped the dampness from his eyes. The man continued "You will be accommodated in privacy in a luxury penthouse apartment that we own near to the club premises and we're providing your week's wages in advance plus a generous allowance to eat at whatever local restaurants take your fancy." An envelope was produced from a desk drawer and handed to the youth with the instruction "Please open!" It contained 2000 Guilder, in English terms over £500, more than the boy had ever possessed.

"During the week, you will not be required to provide any sexual favours" the manager informed, causing Andrew to blush, " and you may decide to terminate arrangements at any time and return home, keeping all of the money as a thank you from us for your interest. All that we ask in return is that you keep away from the club apart from reporting for certain appointments and co-operating fully with those you see. Our resident doctor will need to give you a thorough medical. Our consultant psychiatrist and psychologist will both want to speak to you. It is important that you are totally honest with these people, not hiding anything from them. Such honesty will benefit you and us considerably in future. However, most of your time will be spent with our trainers of new talent who will want to test your potential to entertain our clients, which, after all, is the reason for the club's existence. That, then, is our offer. Do you accept?" The man held out his hand, inviting the teenager to shake it in agreement. The youth, amazed at the careful professionalism of the club and not previously realising that it took so much to become a young male whore, took the proffered hand eagerly.

The medical check in the club's well-equipped medical facility was first. Andrew was initially abashed at having to strip naked for the doctor and his young male nurse, both of whose white uniforms displayed pink triangular motifs. However, the teenager knew that disrobing before others was an activity that he would have to become used to in future. The examination was long and intimate, and included many very personal questions relating to the youth's sex life. However, the 16 years old co-operated fully despite his embarrassment, even producing the requested semen to add to the previously acquired urine and blood samples.

The psychiatrist delved deeply into Andrew's past life, sexual and other emotions and motives for wanting to join the employ of the 'Pink Triangle'. The psychologist was very interested in the teenager's behaviour patterns, both in public and private.

Andrew saw three trainers at different times but two in the same small gymnasium, devoid of other people. The teenager was told to dress in short tight white shorts, bearing the club symbol, and put through his paces. The first trainer, responsible for keeping the male prostitutes fit, asked the youth to perform various exercises to check agility, stamina and courage. He was aware from the questioning of others that the 16 years old was supposed to be something of an athlete and sportsman and was happy to confirm, from his observations, that the supposition was correct.

The second trainer introduced Andrew to erotic dancing and was contented to see that the lithe slim seductive teenager seemed to have a natural affinity for such action. This man would later, after the youth's initial induction period, acquaint him with even more sexually blatant practices. Meanwhile, he simply showed the 16 years old videos of some of the activities that took place within the club to test the boy's reaction. Some showed a variety of stage acts and tabletop lap dancing performances. Others explicit carnal bedroom and sometimes painful playroom action, including activity in the bdsm suites. He was pleased to confirm the lad's enthusiasm for what went on, obvious from his face and the enhanced bulge at the front of his shorts.

Andrew met the third trainer last and only after the other people that the teenager had seen had confirmed to the manager his suitability not only to be employed as one of the club's younger prostitutes but also to join the parent movement's select coterie of volunteer slaves, regularly given special commissions to fulfil. Such slaves had to submit themselves to the organisation's total control over their lives, their immediate compensation being subjection to much servile degradation and pain and future reward continued employment, even after personal physical charms had dissipated, and prospective later membership of the supreme body.

Andrew, sworn to lifelong secrecy, was accordingly made aware by the third trainer of certain facts, not comprehensive but on a need-to-know basis. The amazed and delighted teenager used this information to decide which contact to sign at the end of his initial induction. Thereafter, he was Andrew no more but slave 1-48442, purchased into demeaning servitude for nothing. All of the youth's personal possessions, including his passport, were incinerated and, dressed in just shorts, he was introduced to his new home, a small spartan cell deep in the bowels of the club. The second stage of his induction now began and there was no turning back, the tattoo insignia of the IBBL on his right arm perpetually reinforcing this point.

(Somewhere in the U.S.A., July 1996)

Brad was in the secret North American pleasurecentre of the IBBL.

The IBBL was a hierarchical Brotherhood, 115 years old, with seven grades of participant. Top were the 'Grand Masters', each responsible for one of the continental divisions of which there were now five, namely, in order of seniority, Europe, North America, Asia/Oceania, Central/South America and Africa. Each Grand Master served a year in turn as the 'Supreme Master', nominal head of the whole fraternity and inaugurated at each annual international convention.

Second were the 'High Masters' who ran the pleasurecentres of each division, where activities that would be unlawful at the many gay sex clubs, brothels and other concerns provided by the movement could be enjoyed by the carefully chosen and screened wider membership. The legal operations, catering for those with a taste for men as well as younger males, were run by third tier management called 'Masters'.

Members, entitled 'Domini', comprised the fourth hierarchical level and were of two types. The first consisted of rich, powerful or influential men who could be relied on to be discreet and helpful in return for ready access to delicious pleasures, many forbidden. All were expected to donate a proportion of their income from all sources to the Brotherhood and to leave substantial bequests of money or property when they died. Such transactions were disguised as donations to charities, which were actually fronts for the fraternity, and had so enriched the movement over the years that its assets were now worth billions. These Domini were also expected to use their power and influence to protect the wellbeing of the organisation by ensuring continued secrecy and helping to promote other members or IBBL servants into similar positions of authority.

The second type of Dominus consisted of men promoted from the lower hierarchy as a reward for services rendered.

The fifth hierarchical category consisted of the body's 'Servants', who were also of two types. The first was the full-time junior employee of the Brotherhood who performed many types of work on behalf of the fraternity at both the movement's public and private facilities or in the wider community. Some of the latter were assigned procurement tasks, acquiring, by either voluntary or involuntary means, fresh young boy flesh to support the organisation's varied activities. There was also the feared and ruthlessly efficient security service, which it paid no-one to cross, as the young BBC researcher and his informants had discovered.

The second type of employee was the occasional part-timer, paid a lucrative fee to identify and help to secure suitable boys for the cause, by fair means or foul, or perform ad-hoc contracts. One of these had performed the security check on Andrew. Many had been infiltrated into positions whereby they had supervision of one kind or another over youngsters, such as in the teaching or social services professions. However, in the more lawless countries, it was found that infiltration into the police or military was more effective.

The sixth tier comprised the voluntary boy prostitutes in the public brothels, who were all well looked after either in terms of good pay and conditions and/or meeting their sexual needs. The former was demonstrated by the 'Pink Triangle' contract offered to Andrew and the latter by the IBBL version for which the English teenager had actually opted. It was found that subjection to a strict bdsm lifestyle was popular with certain recruits, with some even requesting castration. As a few clients liked having sexual favours provided by eunuchs, such wishes were often accommodated as the brotherhood catered for all tastes.

Those who chose the bdsm option formed one half of the seventh and lowest hierarchical grouping, the voluntary 'Slaves', whose specialism would be catering for gay sadists, although not exclusively. Most of these slaves, like many of the prostitutes, later became servants of the brotherhood when their contracts expired or their looks were lost.

The other half of the lowest tier consisted of the involuntary slaves. These were the main stock of the pleasurecentres, established to meet the most unlawful desires, although some very rich and important members were also permitted small personal harems as long as security could be guaranteed, this alternative being particularly favoured by a number of Arab Sheikhs.

Procurement of involuntary slaves was very efficient and achieved by various means. Some boys were carefully abducted in circumstances where no-one would know what had occurred. Young runaways were ideal candidates in the developed world and a number of IBBL servants were engaged simply on touring popular hitchhike routes to look out for such potential acquisitions. Hitchhikers were invariably questioned nonchalantly to discover the security risk relating to their disappearance. Many never knew the importance of their answers as they reached their destinations without harm, it being considered too dangerous to secure their services. Only those who, unaware of the consequences, confessed that no-one would miss them or cared too much about them were generally taken, Brad and Glen being examples. However, exceptions to this rule were made for particularly delectable young specimens. This even extended to straight kidnaps of non-hitchhikers, especially when certain identified boys were wanted by important members.

In developing countries, including those in Eastern Europe, abduction was much easier, particularly with the help of corrupt police and military, but often less needed. Parents, especially those with many children, were more than happy to sell sons to people apparently offering the youngsters a better life.

The illegalities perpetrated at the five large pleasurecentres, placed in secret, remote, heavily guarded and disguised locations, extended beyond the mere age of the boys concerned. Extreme bdsm practices were permitted as long as no permanent harm accrued, the only exception being the occasional castration of a boy, by one means or another, to meet tastes for certain types of eunuch. Each centre usually had at least one younger and older boy who had been subjected to gelding, penectomy or nullification. However, there was a vacancy in the latter category for a teen at the North American site when Brad had appeared on the scene.

The High Master addressed Brad. "We are minded," he said, "to release your brother into the care of his natural father as long as you agree to accept a challenge."

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, August 1996)

The manager of the 'Pink Triangle' looked up from the documents on his desk to see the beautiful 16 years old English boy, dressed only in his short white shorts with large front protuberance, standing before him. "Congratulations, probationary slave," he said, "your Overlord advises me that you have successfully completed the second phase of your induction. You can therefore be formally initiated tomorrow afternoon before embarking on your initial assignments."

"These will consist of first performing a striptease on the main club stage tomorrow night from the English schoolboy uniform that, I understand, is one of the costumes with which you have been practising. The event has ready been promoted throughout the club on our television screens and via posters, using the photographs we took of you in the attire. I can tell you that your looks, especially in those short tight schoolboy shorts, has led to all tickets being sold. However, on this preliminary occasion, after your public caning, you will not lose your virginity to any of the patrons. We have a very important person lined up for that prerogative instead, a certain Arab Crown Prince who will be visiting London in one week's time. You will therefore be taken to one of our special safe houses there to entertain the man who, by the way, is almost 50. You have been chosen because, after some unfortunate experiences at an English public school, where he was bullied and abused by fellow pupils, the Prince hates English schoolboys. He will therefore enjoy depriving you of your virginity and will ensure that you suffer great pain both during and after your deflowerment. You see, after his cock has been serviced by both your anus and your mouth, he will flog and torture you. I'm sure that you will cope well with these first two commissions. You may go!"

The manager looked at the trainer "Return him to his cell!" Probationary volunteer slave 1-48442 prostrated himself before his Master before he was led away by his Overlord, the bulge at the front of the teenager's shorts noticeably larger than before.

Andrew soon found himself alone on his uncovered bed in his small cell. He had a great urge to masturbate as attempts to keep him chaste during the month-long second induction phase, despite the frequent infusion of the special IBBL aphrodisiac, had actually succeeded for the last week. Previously, the youth had resisted such temptation as ordered but had suffered some accidental ejaculations, several times when practising striptease and also when rehearsing, without penetration, the rhythmic loin oscillations that needed to be adopted to ensure that clients gained maximum enjoyment from sodomising club prostitutes. A few wet dreams had also been experienced.

Probationary volunteer slave 1-48442 had to lay over his Overlord's legs to be spanked on his 16 years old bottom for such misbehaviour on each occasion, causing his bum to sting severely and develop a temporary dark red hue. The chastisement had once to be increased substantially as the man's lap was filled with teen semen as a result of one of his painful ministrations.

The not unexpected mishaps had been seemingly cured for the last, most important, week by application of a chastity belt, removed only for toilet, cleansing and grooming purposes, the latter now including the meticulous shaving away of all pubic and other bodily hair, supported by subsequent application of a special lotion. Andrew found such attention to his sexual organs very difficult as he had to stop frequently when using the razor and cream to prevent himself from cumming. However, he had so far succeeded in preventing further unwanted production of sperm resulting from such genital preparation.

The belt consisted of a tight fitting hard leather cup thong that prevented erection. It was easily removable but part of Andrew's training was to resist the temptation to do so to masturbate despite his intense urgings.

Probationary volunteer slave 1-48442 did not watch for long the small television screen, peering down at him from a shelf near the ceiling of his cell and which, along with extremely erotic hard-core gay pic magazines and literature, provided his only source of distraction during the loneliness of incarceration. A selection of the glossy publications and books, all published by an IBBL subsidiary, were made available for him in the cupboard under the bedside table. Their provision was designed to intensify his sexual longings, so equipping him to be a better sex slave. The erotica shown constantly on the television, which was never turned off, served the same purpose. It consisted of regular split-screen views of what was happening around the club, on the stage of the main theatre or elsewhere, interspersed by gay films produced by the same company that published the reading material.

The television currently provided various shots of a lovely completely smooth teenager, about Andrew's age and seemingly another slave, bound spreadeagled to a table, at the foot of which was a version of the machine with which Pierre was already very well acquainted and Andrew and Brad would also become most familiar. However, the digital clock was counting upwards whilst the penile and anal vibrators and suction pump performed their duties. An intravenous drip was additionally attached to the youth, introducing aphrodisiac stimulant to his arm.

Andrew had noticed that the clock had reached over 172,000. He had also observed that the jar that was an integral part of the device was not yet half full of semen. The English teenager knew from his induction that he was watching a public punishment, for the tormented youth was in one of the playrooms accessible by all patrons. He could see a number of men in the background, smirking at the slave's masturbatory torment. The 16 years old knew that the penance was usually inflicted for unauthorised wanking and that the youth would remain on the table for four 3-hour sessions, interspersed by an hour's recuperative break, every day until a sensor inside the refrigerated jar indicated that it was full, after which the penitent would have to drink the contents. The clock indicated that the fourth day of this particular disciplinary measure was coming to an end and the young red raw cock of the victim would soon be gaining some relief and attention.

Andrew looked away from the television as the picture was causing both his mind and loins to boil and this only created intense discomfort because of the chastity belt. The teenager resisted the temptation of removing the garment to assuage his own torment as he was determined to comply with his orders. His resolve existed not only because of what might happen if he was disobedient, or because he was continuously watched by closed circuit television cameras fixed to the ceiling of his cell, but also because he desperately wanted to be a good slave. The 16 years old English boy closed his eyes to try to sleep but he could not stop contemplating his imminent assignments. More anguish was caused to his groin as he thought about his first striptease in front of hundreds of lecherous men and being fucked by and performing fellatio for the first time for an Anglophobe Arab, who would then severely physically abuse him.

(Somewhere in the U.S.A., same time)

The 15 years old hoped that the 12 years old would comply with the instruction to tell his father nothing about his abduction and would lie convincingly when he told the man that Brad had run off to somewhere unknown. The older brother knew that the fraternity would have no compunction in eliminating the pair if the younger sibling disobeyed as he had observed the evidence of other liquidations, in the pictures and videos he had been shown to convince him of the repercussions of crossing the organisation.

Brad had also seen the severed genitals, kept in preservative fluid in a little museum within the pleasurecentre, of the boy who had failed the challenge he was now set. He was confident of not becoming that teenager's successor as the establishment's new older nullified eunuch as he believed that he could resist climax for the 20 minutes that the vibrators entertained him. However, he had another month to discover whether his confidence was to be justified as the test was to take place at the annual world convention of the IBBL, for which it was the turn of the North American arm to act as host.

Brad appreciated that he would in the interim undergo formal initiation as slave 2-23859 and continue training as his involvement at the convention was expected to be perfect. His virginity was to be removed by the outgoing Supreme Master himself, a Nigerian oil tycoon, before he was offered for the pleasure of the other Grand Masters. No complaints about the teenager's performance in these activities, or in dancing at the various banquets held during the 4-day convention, would be tolerated. The 15 years old also knew that the settlement of his destiny would be the star act at the closing dinner and that he had to go along with all that was expected of him for otherwise not only would be suffer but also his brother and father.

Brad had been told a lot about the Brotherhood but one question remained unresolved. What happened to the involuntary boy slaves when they entered manhood?

(Berlin, Germany, same time)

Pierre, after five more half-hourly demonstrations in fresh attire, then began to show off, with the help of a shop assistant, the worth of a new range of anal vibrators, dildos and plugs.

During Pierre's performances, no-one paid any attention to the tiny tattoo on the teenager's right arm, or to the similarly sized and positioned number 1-48424 branded onto his left limb.

(Lancashire, England, same time)

Once again, the man came to the same conclusion and locked the documents in his safe before returning to the latest book about the Roman Emperor Diocletian, written by a university colleague.

(Somewhere in Arabia, same time)

The Sheikh had the new slave's only attire, short white shorts with the small IBBL logo emblazoned above an outline of the Asian continent, removed. The Arab wanted to make a judgement as to whether the newcomer should be like his predecessor, the eunuch having being returned to the pleasurecentre once he became too old for the man's personal taste. The young male harem was a mixture of gelded and whole concubines.

Glen blushed from head to toe as the shorts were pulled down.

Chapter 3
Initiations

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, August 1996)

Several closed circuit television cameras conveyed pictures of the ceremonials to IBBL members present within the club but who had decided not to join the dozen sat on the benches to view the spectacle live. The pictures would also be condensed into a video for later distribution to authorised interested parties.

Andrew had already performed the required prostrations before the IBBL symbol and his Master at the front of the platform and was now kneeling before the man, who was posing the teenager a few questions.

"Do you dedicate your body and mind exclusively to the service of the IBBL and its members for the next four years?" Andrew was asked and his immediate answer was "Yes, Master!" The man then continued "Do you undertake to obey without hesitation all commands issued to you by your IBBL superiors regardless of how loathsome they may personally be to you?" "Do you accept that you will regularly suffer great indignities and much pain, including that inflicted for any mistakes or misdemeanours?" "Do you accept that you will not be allowed to change your mind over your commitment after the conclusion of this initiation ceremony as the organisation will compel you if necessary to fulfil the full terms of your contract and these oaths?" The teenager replied with an instantaneous "Yes, Master!" to all.

"You may therefore stand and remove your garment," the Master instructed and Andrew complied in the graceful manner in which he had been taught, casting his shorts to the side of the platform. The 16 years old was facing away from the spectators, all of whom admired the sight of the teenager's lustrous bottom, wondering who would be the lucky person to deflower the virgin cavity hidden between the youth's bumcheeks.

The Master produced a flanged and hinged silver cockring, engraved with the letters IBBL and the number 1-48442 and currently open. He cautiously placed the adornment around Andrew's completely smooth shaved genitals and snapped it in place. The ring had been carefully sized to concentrate rather than reduce the flow of blood into the teenager's sexual organs, thereby enhancing stimulation as well as making that part of the youth's beautiful anatomy even more prominent. The constant feel of the permanent ornamentation, which would be very difficult and painful for the wearer to remove, against the base of the young slave's scrotum had the additional benefit of constantly reminding him of his status and purpose in life.

Andrew responded to the award of his slave cockring by prostrating again until ordered to "Stand, turn around and kneel!" The 16 years old obeyed to provide the spectators with their first unhindered sight of the teenager's gently throbbing erection.

The Master collected a small triangular wooden horse with strapping atop from the side of the platform and placed it immediately to the left of Andrew, who was told to rest his arm along its upper surface. The man then strapped the limb firmly in place before producing a battery-powered branding devise, an IBBL invention resembling a hand drill but with a short thin branding iron replacing the drill bit. He switched the contraption on and soon the tiny number 1-48442 at the end of the iron was red hot.

Andrew knew that having his slave number branded onto his left arm in tiny numerals, matching the size of the IBBL lettering already tattooed on his right limb, was an integral part of his initiation and his strong sado-masochism meant that he was actually looking forward to experiencing the event, evidenced by his cock rising even more vertically and oozing more precum. The location where the brand was to be applied had already been indicated by a barely perceptible pen imprint and the Master cautiously hovered the red-hot iron over the spot. The 16 years old could feel the intense heat that would soon mark him for life as the man carefully took aim. The teenager's breathing became heavier as he waited for the imminent agony to be inflicted.

Andrew eventually issued a loud ecstatic groan from his mouth and spurts of cum from his cock as his Master brought the branding iron briefly to rest on the 16 years old's arm. A whiff of burning flesh could be detected as the iron was withdrawn from the teenage skin but the youth barely noticed as his guilty orgasm continued, splashing his vibrating body and the platform with copious amounts of semen.

Andrew was brought down from his heady mix of ecstasy and pain when his Master applied a wipe soaked in soothing lotion to the 16 years old's new brandmark before releasing the teenager's arm from the strapping. The youth looked down at his cum-soaked chest, belly and cock and at the white untidiness on the platform and knew that there would now be a price to pay for his unauthorised ejaculation.

"Lick your mess up from the floor!" was the command from the Master and Andrew complied. As the 16 years old did so, the man advised "You would normally be immediately beaten for such a misdemeanour. However, your body is to remain unmarked for your debut performance on the club's main stage tonight and, in any case, your body will soon suffer severely in that way from the hands of your first client. Your punishment will therefore be different. Stand once you have completed your task to receive it!"

Andrew, appropriately abashed, stood to face the smirking spectators once he had licked up his own sperm from the wooden surface of the platform. The 16 years old, whose left arm was still excruciatingly painful, did not know that both the Master and the watchers were not surprised to see the teenage mishap as they had viewed similar accidents in the same circumstances previously.

As Andrew regained his feet, he saw the special multi-purpose IBBL machine for the first time, waiting for him on the floor in front of the bondage frame. However, the 16 years old was expected to finish the normal rites, by dancing naked to the lively anthem of the organisation of which he was now a voluntary slave, with strong nipple clamps linked by chain attached to his tits, before being firmly manacled to the frame in a spreadeagled position. The teenager's cum-covered penis was still hard as the Master then introduced the thin catheter, linked to the ingenious electronic devise, to the slit of the restrained youth's cockhead.

Andrew gasped loudly as the metal was slowly slid along his urethra before being restrained in place by a strap fitted around the throbbing penile head. However, the noise emanating from the 16 years old's mouth quickly changed to shrieks as the first of the irregular electric shocks overwhelmed his groin, the electrode's access to the conductive contents of the teenager's bladder also helping to spread the pain further afield. The machine's digital clock started to count down from 3600 seconds. It was the conclusion to the initiation ceremony for which most of the spectators had been hoping.

(Somewhere in the U.S.A., same time)

(Somewhere in Arabia, same time)

The Arab Sheikh had carefully inspected Glen's genitals the previous day, feeling the nicely hung orbs of the boy's smooth ball sac and fondling to ivory-like erection the lad's cut cock. The man had then made his decision, conveyed to a servant in Arabic, a language the young American did not yet understand.

Glen's body had since suffered humiliating purgative and enemas, as well as more recent bathing before being initiated and attached to the table on the platform in the Sheikh's ritual chamber. The boy's lovely agonised frame began to shiver but not with cold as he waited for someone to do whatever was to be done.

(Berlin, Germany, same time)

Pierre had slowly removed shorts, briefs and thong before revealing his smooth erection to the enraptured customer and the 16 years old's hard penis was now flapping vigorously around as he gyrated to the pop music. The hidden penis of the teenager's hirer was also rigid as he viewed the youth's highly erotic routine and planned the hours ahead. The Brandenburger thought that he would first require the young prostitute to masturbate himself in public on the table, ejaculating into his own unused hand before licking up the product of his penis. The man would then take the lad, nude apart from his silver cockring, to the guestroom with adjacent torture chamber that he had booked for the night.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, 8 hours later)

Andrew waited tensely but impatiently, as stepping out onto the stage to perform a slow erotic striptease in front of many admiring lecherous men represented a dream come true. He felt his trapped cock throb as if demanding immediate exposure to many pairs of lustful eyes. The 16 years old could tell that his Master's assertion that the theatre would be full for his debut was correct without looking because of the voluminous noise emanating from the other side of the curtain. Nervous excitement induced a couple of beads of sweat to form on the teenager's brow as the size of his penis grew even more.

A change of music, applause, the voice of the compere, further applause and then loud chants of 'Bring him on!' eventually suggested to Andrew that his time on stage was imminent. The two young acrobats, oiled bodies glistening with sweat as a result of their exertions, returned backstage, one remarking, in a Russian accent, to the English teenager as he passed "Best luck! You need it as they're hot out there tonight!" The 16 years old thought that he knew what the slightly older fellow performer meant.

"And now gentlemen, and some ladies," Andrew heard the compere announce, "what you've all been waiting for, the debut strip of our new young virgin English schoolboy. Give him our usual 'Pink Triangle' greeting, please welcome 'Randy Andy'!" The 16 years old blushed in embarrassment when he heard his new stage name, which he personally hated. However, he knew that he did not have any choice over the matter and so, after taking a deep breath and feeling his cock throbbing, ran through the curtain.

(Berlin, Germany, same time)

Pierre's cock was again rigid despite the repeat beating and reattachment of clamps to his nipples and balls. The painful appendages were linked to one of the machines and so the 16 years old knew what he was to suffer next. This did not prevent his body quaking as he entered orgasm simultaneous to a particularly excruciating blow to his formerly lustrous buttocks.

(Amsterdam, Netherlands, same time)

Andrew knew that he was not only the main attraction for the spectators in the theatre but that the many banks of televisions throughout the 'Pink Triangle' complex would be displaying intimate views of his every move. Videos of his act would later be made quickly available in the club shop for subsequent use at their leisure by those willing to spend the necessary Guilder.

Andrew, inhibitions and nervousness overcome by acute exhilaration and excellent training, proceeded to provide the patrons with the best erotic entertainment they had seen for a long time, despite the fact that all of the club's entertainers were highly proficient at their art. The 16 years old's school cap, with fictitious badge, was the first apparel to be removed to raucous cheering, followed slowly by the purple blazer and striped tie. The teenager then turned to his shiny black shoes and knee-high grey socks before following up with his spotlessly white shirt to dance seemingly only in his tight short grey school shorts, displaying a pronounced bulge.

The hundreds of spectators, having seen Andrew's superlative upper torso revealed for the first time, now engaged in a chant of 'Off, off!" as they impatiently wanted to see more. The 16 years old saw that two lesbians, standing close to the stage with arms wrapped round each other, appeared to offer the loudest shouts.

Andrew undid the top button of his shorts before advancing with purposeful deliberation to those on the fly. "Off, off!" continued to resound and the 16 years old eventually complied to much cheering, although after several deliberately teasing partial earlier lowerings of the garment. However, the chanting continued as the teenager's bulging skimpy black briefs now came into view. They were to remain in place for several tantalising minutes as the youth's dancing continued.

Acclimation was again uproarious as the briefs eventually succumbed to gravity as they were slowly pulled down, to be gracefully kicked away with seamless ease. Andrew's sublimely wondrous bare buttocks were now available for inspection by all, as was the unmistakable full outline of his aroused genitals underneath the sparse black thong that comprised the beautiful teenager's last cover. "Off, off!" became louder than ever. Only the select few had previously seen the youth's gorgeous genitalia and the deprived majority eagerly awaited their turn. However, they were to be deprived of this delight as the boy, thong still in place, finished his act and ran off stage, managing to avoid the many hands trying to grope for his legs as he rushed down the narrow platform.

It was left to the compere to explain, to loud accompanying boos, that, like Cinderella at the Ball, 'Randy Andy' had had to depart because it was midnight but if the customers were good the schoolboy might be back. The subsequent sale of raffle tickets brought in record income from that source as the prize was to enjoy the favours of the new stripper for the night, although only, to general disappointment, in a month's time. The patrons were advised that the newcomer had another engagement first elsewhere at which to lose his virginity. Nevertheless, clients' spirits were quickly restored when the teenager returned for his encore, during which his thong was thrown to the two lesbians. The club's televisions now screened close-ups of completely smooth 16 years old genitalia, adorned by a silver cockring, being shaken around as the dance routine concluded, the throbbing horizontal erection drooling a thin long string of precum.

(Somewhere in Arabia, same time)

The doctor now returned to the ritual chamber to see the outcome of his work.