Greenfrog

The Hostages

Chapters 24-34

Chapter Twenty-Four

Prince Jacques looked and smiled warmly as a little black Indian boy came into the kennels. He was very slender, with pure black skin. His shoulder length black hair was glossy like that of a raven and his eyes were as dark as coals. Indeed he was sleek and slender, young and tender. In his hand he carried a long cane, a fiberglass rod.

The lad greeted Prince Jacques with an incredibly wide grin, showing off his pearly white teeth. They embraced each other warmly and kissed and cuddled. Prince Jacques never once confessed he had any favorites, or that he was biased in favour of any of the slave boys. No, he was adamant about being impartial! After their loving embrace the young black Asian lad stepped back and bowed, giving reverence and respect to the office that each held.

Prince Jacques continued, addressing the Cane-Boy, "These are three new slave boys, acquisitions of the Freedom Fighters Liberation Army. I am just showing them around and letting them see how things work here. We are expecting this little lad to go as a Puppy-Boy/girls bedroom boy. That's how we think we will train him while he is here, before going to auction. Get that new creature out on to the frame. At the least resistance, give it a thorough caning so that these three can know what to expect from a junior privileged slave boy."

Then turning to Ignatius, Arno and Christiaan he said with a smile and a sneer, "You are now about to witness what a junior member of staff can inflict. It is absolutely nothing to what one of the eunuchs can apply at will. Which again is nothing to what senior members of staff can administer. Watch your step! I am senior. I am 'Right Hand Man' to Zelamir Pueros himself. Not only that, it is a known fact that I am the heir apparent to his wealthy empire and business. So watch it!"

Prince Jacques turned to his delightful, delectable, darling Cane-Boy and gave orders to him, "Advise the eunuchs that you are ready for the new creature to be put on the frame. Tell the puppy that you are going to give it its first lesson by using the cane without mercy. Make sure that the slave knows that tomorrow it will undergo modification surgery. Today's pain is absolutely nothing to what it will have to suffer and endure after his operations. Remind the animal that tomorrow both legs will be amputated from just beneath the knees, both thumbs and all fingers to be removed and ears to be cut so they are pointed like a dog's. Oh! I see in the file that the vocal chords are to be removed." He smiled and chuckled as he continued, "That will give the dog a sore throat as well to contend with."

The Cane-Boy, showing all due respect to his seniors, the eunuchs, requested they drag the new dreg from its cage with no compassion or mercy. After he had repeated what Prince Jacques had said, they were to lift it on to the training apparatus and fix it accordingly. However, he himself would be responsible for administering penal retribution for any resistance. They would only beat the child if he himself was unable to do it satisfactorily or if Prince Jacques himself instructed. He had never yet questioned the severity of what this lad could do.

They then went to the cage where the tender, young youth cringed in absolute terror and fear. He was given the entire speech that Prince Jacques had pronounced.

The door was opened. The boy screamed and shouted hysterically and gripped the bars tightly with both hands so as not to be dragged out. He forced himself to the back of the cage; even passing his feet out of the bars to try and get some extra resistance. Everyone, except, Ignatius, Arno and Christiaan laughed heartily.

One of the eunuchs reached into the cage and grabbed a handful of the poor lad's hair. He applied enough power so that there was continued pull on his hair. NOT so bad that the hair would be pulled out; just enough to cause sufficient pain to deliver the message that he was coming out.

The Cane-Boy lashed with full force on fingers and feet that he could reach. Eventually the poor wretch was writhing on the floor just outside the cage door. The Cane-Boy started to beat unmercifully all over the pile of misery, which had adopted the fetal position in order to try and protect himself.

The cane lad started to puff and pant with excitement and exhaustion. He paused and gave instructions. "Pick it up and put it on the frame!" To the biggest of the three eunuchs he said, "You grab its legs. Make sure its crotch is up against your chest. One thigh under each armpit. You other two, grab an arm each."

The screaming, twisting, shouting, pleading, writhing, kicking, punching, heap of panic- stricken, fear and misery, was lifted flat from the ground and carried to the frame by the three eunuchs. The Cane-Boy, enjoying every moment, took great delight in bringing his cane full force down upon the back of the wretch whenever possible.

The frame was like a long, low bench, perhaps like a coffin on a stand. At one end there was a "U" shape bracket. The victim's body was lifted and the neck was inserted into the "U." Then another half circle bracket was placed over that and bolted tightly into place. Thus, a steel collar now firmly attached the body to the equipment.

Each eunuch who had hold of an arm bent it into an "L" shape and fastened it with cuffs and straps to the frame. The fingers and thumbs were separated from each other and fastened independently to the frame. The hand was secured flat against the main body of the frame with digits spread and secured as far wide apart as possible.

Attention was now focused on the flailing legs. The large eunuch had just stood still securing the thighs under his armpits. The other two eunuchs now came back and took hold of a leg each. The Cane-Boy stood at the front of the little chap. "Open your mouth!" he snapped angrily. "I am going to put this gag in your mouth."

The lad clenched his mouth as tightly closed as possible. The Cane-Boy punched him in the mouth and nose and shouted, "Boy, I will not be defied!" The jaw dropped as a great wail was let out. It was an "O" gag, so the mouth was continually forced open to maximum capacity.

Two bars were now inserted from the front of the frame. They enabled the head to be fastened and held rigid. Each leg was doubled up like a letter 'Z' and the ankles fastened to the frame up by the buttocks and the bent knees on the frame by the rib cage. It was not possible to move one single solitary muscle. Possibly he could wriggle his toes, but nothing else.

The Cane-Boy started to lay into the captive unmercifully and without reason with the cane. Cane-Boy started to froth at the mouth. His eyes became wide and wild. He grunted and gasped for air.

The largest of the three eunuchs took hold of him and restrained him. "Get a chair!" he commanded. He then spoke calmly, but firmly to the Cane-Boy. "Steady on son. Calm down lad. You'll do yourself a mischief. If this Puppy-Boy is badly marked we shall all be in serious trouble. You could easily be demoted to just a common slave like you were before. No perks and no privileges."

A chair was brought in and Cane-Boy sat on it. He was pouring with sweat and still gasping and shaking. A drink of water was given him.

The big eunuch then gave an order, "Get one of the Puppy-Boys out from a dispatch kennel. There is a very nice one in the end kennel. It is due to be dispatched first thing in the morning. We may as well make use of the dog before it goes out to its new owners."

"Not only that, it will be good for this new puppy here to see what he is going to turn into. Also, these three new slaves can see what level of degradation and humiliation is going to be their lo; to say nothing of the level of total, absolute obedience that is expected and will be achieved from them."

"As we have already said, little Arno, there, will possibly end up like this if our marketing research is accurate; so this will be good and kind for him to witness this." The Cane-Boy still had not recovered sufficiently to utter a word.

One of the other eunuchs went over to the cages: the end one as instructed. He opened the cage door and addressed the occupant. "Here boy, good boy, good little puppy dog! Come on puppy! Come puppy dog, come and suck. Come on, suckies, suckies, come on!"

Out through the open door came a beautiful boy, his skin as white as milk. He had long ginger hair and across his back… and probably chest… and down both arms were golden freckles. His adorable round face was resplendent with freckles. His beautiful blue eyes were like pools of water; indeed, they were full of water. Tears trickled down his face.

It was very difficult for him to move and it was very obvious that he was in a lot of pain. Ignatius, Christiaan and especially Arno cringed at the sight of such brutal cruelty. Ginger Pup walked, or crawled with great difficulty.

Chapter Twenty-Five

At the same time Prince Jacques rushed over to his delightful, darling Cane-Boy seated on the chair. They embraced and were soon lost in each other's arms amidst tears of comfort and consolation. With kisses and cuddles the black Indian boy became calmer and pacified.

The Puppy-Boy who found every movement absolute agony was being coerced and cajoled across the hall. They got in line with the poor new Puppy-Boy on the frame. His face was covered with sweat, tears, snot and, of course, blood where the Cane-Boy had smacked him in the nose and mouth.

Pup's chain was yanked toward the melancholy victim and he was given a sharp order, "Lick that mess clean off its face!"

Puppy-Boy brought his face up to the face of the lad in the frame. He stuck out his tongue and started to lick the blood, mucus, phlegm, tears spittle and sweat from the face of the restrained lad. Salty, slimy, disgusting and revolting as it no doubt was, the Puppy-Boy showed no emotion or objection. Who could tell if this was the result of good training and brain washing, or just that he was in so much pain and discomfort from the surgery? Who can tell?

Eventually he finished his task. There was no trace of anything on his face now and the eunuch started to pull him away. "Your new master will be pleased with you, I think. Oh, a new trickle of blood. Get back there and lick it off. There's a good puppy."

A very severe yank on his chain pulled him over to Prince Jacques who had finished making a fuss of his little Indian pet. Cane-Boy. The eunuch kicked the Puppy-Boy in the ribs, and stamped on what was left of the boy's two hands.

"Get up!" He shouted. "Not time for you to sleep yet. You've work to do. I have already told you; suckies!" The poor lad was now in such pain and discomfort that it was impossible for him to move or do anything. The most hideous noises, screams and the like came from the youth.

Prince Jacques turned to the three-chained lads: Ignatius, Christiaan and Arno. With a sadistic smile he said, "The reason IT is making all that various assortment of noises, as opposed to proper words is because IT has had its vocal chords removed. When IT has completed its next task, the thing will be brought over here for you to have a closer examination. Arno, you will be especially interested in this specimen, because you stand a good chance of ending up a similar type of animal, or the same, or worse. Who can tell?"

Writhing and wailing with a pitiful lament, Puppy-Boy was dragged screaming to Cane-Boy.

The eunuch shouted harshly several times, "Suck! Or you'll get a lot worse." He picked up Cane-Boy's cane and gave a few strokes of it to his back and thighs; not too hard because it was being dispatched to its new master in the morning. Dare not send it out too badly marked.

Puppy-Boy struggled up to the knees of the black Indian Cane-Boy. Putting his pitiful arms, {or should I say front legs} around the waist of Cane-Boy, he took the lad's penis into his mouth and started to suck.

The amazing contrast of the Indian's beautiful skin as black as ebony… not a trace of any blemish, just perfection… and Puppy-Boy's pure white skin, pleasantly scattered with golden freckles. The beauty was enhanced by the combination of black and golden/ginger hair. The gentle, sensual movement of the two boys bodies moving in harmony with each other was indescribable glory. The Cane-Boy moaned and sighed with pleasure, ecstasy and delight. He shot his load into Puppy-Boy's mouth. Not a drop was spilt; all was swallowed down. He then did his best to lick and suck the little black penis clean.

Prince Jacques then spoke sternly to his staff. "Bring that thing over here for Arno to inspect it. Arno is looking forward to becoming the same."

Cane-Boy and the eunuchs all came over to them, bringing Puppy-Boy on his chain lead. Puppy-Boy was positioned so that he was looking straight at Arno. Prince Jacques straddled Puppy-Boy, his legs astride Puppy-Boys shoulders. He pulled the lad's head up and backwards by yanking hard on the youth's mop of hair. His mouth was forced open to maxim capacity.

Prince Jacques put his fingers in the open mouth and the lips were forced back as far as possible. "You will observe," he said in a superior, cynical, spiteful voice, "You notice that all the teeth have been removed. From now on, of course, this animal is only fed on slops. Vitamins and minerals are a necessary supplement to its diet; skin and hair has to be kept healthy, clean and generally in good condition."

Puppy-Boy was turned onto his back. He had been trained to spread his limbs out wide so that his chest and abdomen might be stroked, smoothed and played with. Prince Jacques smiled as he rubbed his hands over the adorably desirable boys torso. A broad grin appeared on Prince Jacques face.

The three chained friends had already learned that was bad news. Indeed, it proved to be again.

Prince Jacques suddenly grasped Puppy-Boy's nipples and twisted them so very painfully. His natural reaction was to bring his arms across his chest. A punch in his face was the response from Prince Jacques.

Turning again to Ignatius, Christiaan and Arno, Prince Jacques continued to say, "See, this creature has been castrated, it is a gelding. One, or all of you three may end up like this. This thing has had its penis removed also. Of course, in a year or so, this creature will be returned for recycling."

"What do I mean by recycling? This type of commodity is often traded in when a customer intends to purchase a new item. We then sell these things to the medical profession. Some are used in medical experiments. Others have their organs sold for a fabulous price. Arabs, Americans, Russians, Germans, British. Who ever wants the goods and has the cash. As you know China has an enormous worldwide market in human body organs. They just round up young men in the streets and accuse them of rape on trumped-up charges. They are always found guilty and executed. Organs dispatched abroad immediately."

"Excuse me Sir, Prince Jacques!" said one of the eunuchs, "Are we going to get on with our jobs, Sir?"

"Yes, you're right. These animals are due to be fed shortly. Bring Ignatius, Christiaan and Arno over here to see this animal on the frame and they can observe a first training session."

As the three friends were taken to see the wretch on the frame, they glanced around the hall. There were many cages or kennels. In some of the cages were just dogs. Some had both a boy and a dog and others just boys. Some had just one boy, some two or three crammed in. The occupants peered through the bars with sad eyes.

Some boys had been modified. Others were waiting to be modified. Most had collars. Some had been tattooed with various colours and patterns. At the other end of the hall some were enduring a lesson on how to sit, walk, behave and show affection like dogs.

There were also 'dog carts' where Puppy-Boys could be harnessed and pull carts. This was an ideal novelty for a slave owner who had young children. As the Puppy-Boys would be crawling slowly on all fours, there was no real danger for the children. For some unknown reason, often children are kind and affectionate to animals; without exception, they are always cruel and spiteful to Puppy-Boys.

Now they stood around the heap of suffering misery on the frame. Prince Jacques moved both his hands gently over the boy's body and limbs. He examines the legs in close detail. Scrutinizing every minute area. He pommels, squeezes and massages each muscle. He pinched and pressed and reveled in the glory of such wondrous beauty.

He invited those standing around to feel the calf muscles. He sighed and remarked what a scandalous wicked waste that such beauty will be destroyed tomorrow when they are removed. Then he said with a smirk, "Anyway, it will keep Zelamir Puerios happy. Everything which is amputated is taken immediately to his private quarters!" All the staff laughed heartily; nothing further was said…

Orders were given for certain dogs to be brought out. Prince Jacques continued giving orders. "Spray his buttocks with the scent of bitches. Wait a bit before the dogs are put to work on the thing. Now, while you are doing that, me and Cane-Boy will take a further look at these three commodities."

Prince Jacques and the black Indian Cane-Boy came close to the three friends. The black Indian Cane-Boy took hold of Ignatius's penis with one hand and started to fondle his testicles with the other. Ignatius drew back violently. The collar pressed painfully into his neck. The jolt caused Christiaan to stumble and Arno likewise nearly lost his balance as the chains linking the three collars together were strained with the sudden movement.

The black Indian boy immediately flew into a rage. "What! You dare to defy ME? You insolent, common slave! How dare you have the audacity?" He bared his pearly white teeth and started to beat Ignatius violently about the buttocks, thighs and legs. "Scum, I will not be defied! Tomorrow, it is my responsibility to take you in the pony cart around the town. When you are in harness tomorrow, my boy, I will show you who is your master."

At last he stopped beating Ignatius. Some noise did come from Ignatius, but it was inaudible. Cane-Boy started to smooth and stroke Ignatius's white buttocks thighs and legs. The large red welts stood proud and painful. The black Indian boy took great pleasure in tracing them out with his fingers. He gave a few hard slaps on them with his hands. "Ha ha ha. You will have a lot more and far worse tomorrow."

He then turned his attention to Christiaan. Prince Jacques, by now, was on all fours at the Arno's feet. He was licking the lovely slender boy's legs and salivating over them.

The Indian slave boy stood in front of Christiaan. The two youths had eyeball-to-eyeball contact with each other. The black lad's mouth opened and closed several times very slowly, but nothing came out. Eventually he gasped in a horse whisper, "Your eyes! I have never seen anything like them. Why are your eyes so different from other peoples? Large, beautiful, big, round brown eyes. They are like the eyes of an angel." The black boy took a couple of steps backwards.

Prince Jacques noticed the retreat and rose to see what the problem was. "What's a matter?" he asked.

Cane-Boy replied, "Those eyes! They have overcome me. I should like to cane the creature, but am unable."

"Cane it? You touch that, or dare to mark it and you will be dead meat. Zelamir Pueros will not tolerate any disobedience of any kind, you know that. Swift retribution! However, you can go around the back of him and enjoy his buttocks thighs and legs. They are whiter than snow, smoother than butter with no spot or blemish of any kind. Look, you can see the pale blue hue of his veins under his skin it is so pure. Trace them with your finger."

So far, so good! There did not seem to be any type of trouble, problem, or friction between the lily white Prince Jacques and his ebony black Indian Cane-Boy. How true were the words of the Ancient writer, Let him who thinks he stands, take heed lest he fall. Disaster was imminent.

Prince Jacques and Cane-Boy stood facing the three friends. Ignatius, Christiaan and Arno, were completely stunned and shocked by the astonishing outburst from the little black Indian Cane-Boy. He was, presumably, infuriated by Prince Jacques curbing his actions.

He shouted at the three chained slave boys, "Trouble is with you, just because you've got friends trying to pull strings to do their best to help you, you think you're something special. You, and your friends, Allababa and Big Chief, Hah!"

He was suddenly gripped with terror as he realized he was out of order.

Prince Jacques suddenly changed beyond all recognition. With a clenched fist backhand, he swung his fist into the mouth of the little black boy. His head went backwards as if his neck was broken. He was thrust onto his back with the force of the impact. "Idle words cost lives," he snarled! He immediately started kicking the fallen child. "You're immediately demoted. Back to the ranks."

The Indian boy scrabbled onto all fours and grasped Prince Jacques by the feet. Prince Jacques feet were soon covered with blood tears and mucus.

The little lad lamented. He begged for mercy and forgiveness. He pleaded for leniencies' and implored for a way he could be restored and forgiven.

Prince Jacques spoke to the big eunuch. "Take this miserable, groveling wretch over to the whipping post. Have it severely thrashed, without mercy. Then shackled, handcuffed, plus steel collar around its neck. Have it caged for the night. Tomorrow it is to be put on the most menial and unpleasant work. It is not to be considered for a possible lightening of work and punishment for at least six months. You will have a written report of this affair on my desk by tomorrow morning, ready for me to submit to Zelamir Pueros. You will end your report with the recommendation that it is to be sold at the next slave auction."

"Does not my love for you, or our friendship mean anything?" the black Indian pleaded and lamented.

"What? When you put the life of many people at risk, to say nothing of destroying our privileges and perks? You could get us all sold off as menial slaves."

The eunuchs picked the child up from the ground. Hand cuffed him there and then, fitted his steel collar around his neck and led him away, absolutely grief stricken.

Prince Jacques turned again to the three in front of him. "This place is run strictly on the model that Joseph Stalin ran the Union of Soviet Socialists Republics. There is a structure of power and rank. No one dare trust anyone. If I had let him off, anyone could have reported me to Zelamir Pueros. At this moment of time I am his right hand man, and heir apparent. Tomorrow I could be sold as a slave on the auction block. I dare not risk that; I have too much to lose. If you three have any sense, you never heard what the Cane-Boy said. You have been warned!"

With that, a door opened and a pretty little boy in a bright gay uniform came in. He went straight to Prince Jacques and took the posture of a menial slave and kissed the feet and did homage. "Permission is granted to speak!"

"If it please you Sir, Prince Jacques Sir, if it please you, The Great, Mighty, Illustrious Zelamir Pueros requires Christiaan now. It is also required that Arno also comes as well. Arno can meet the Greenfrog. Arno is going to be caged with it tonight." At this the little slave lad laughed.

Prince Jacques retorted, "Don't see what you have to laugh at. Be thankful it is not you going in with it!"

"Sir," the small child continued, "Sir, Ignatius is to be retuned to the Initiation Department. He is to be whipped with thirty-nine lashes on the whipping post and caged there for tonight. In the morning, after it has had its shower and been fed, it has to be delivered to the stable. Tomorrow will be a full day for the thing there. The following day it will start the usual holistic training program that all slaves at this academy undertake. Sir that is all."

"All right, you can take it over there. Hold on tightly to its chain when I have detached it from Christiaan's collar. Here, take this with you. This is the stun gun that used to belong to Allababa. You remember him. He was always fond of you and was kind to you. If Ignatius gives you any trouble on the way over there, give him a zap with that."

The little lads face lit up with shear joy and delight. "Can I! Can I really, please Sir?"

Prince Jacques bent down and whispered something in the small child's ear. What it was, no one heard. However, Ignatius was to find out the painfully hard way what was said.

The chain was detached from Christiaan's collar of. The small slave boy, in his glorious attire, led the naked slave, Ignatius away for his whipping at the whipping post. Ignatius had no option but to accept the humiliation and be taken away under the power and authority of the little one. Especially as he had heard permission for the stun gun to be used on him at the discretion of the minor.

As they approached the 'Holding Pen' the last boy was being kicked into his cage for the night. The little lad let go of the chain. Then he spoke to the men there. "You ready for this one?"

"Yes" was the reply. The boy then continued, "Ignatius is dangerous. He is remarkably strong, quick and clever. He killed Mohamed with his bare hands. Therefore, as a safety measure and precaution, Prince Jacques has told me to zap him with Allababa stun gun. While Ignatius is unconscious on the ground you can change the handcuffs as you require. After you have given him thirty nine stripes he s to be caged here."

Chapter Twenty-Six

"Don't forget, you have seen how a common slave is to present himself to his master. You have been warned. If you forget your manners, you do so at your own peril." The chain was pulled firmly by Prince Jacques, and the two young boys trotted along meekly behind.

Ignatius was pulled by his chain back to where they had previously come from. The little black Indian boy was in such a state of shock, dismay and distress; so distraught, that he had to be carried. Ignatius soon found himself at the whipping post, his arms fully stretched up above his head.

There was that adorably beautiful perfect body of youth displaying all his glory standing at the whipping post on tiptoe. He was so demure; he did not debase himself by protesting, nor by asking for mercy or clemency. However, Christiaan and Arno did hear his shrieks of pain and the crack of the whip, as they continued across the yard to the private quarters of Zelamir Pueros.

After the delightful body of Ignatius had been flailed, the naked little black Indian boy was ordered to move to the limp body now lying on the floor. "Lick every wound on that boy's body perfectly clean!" The truth is that he perfectly enjoyed and thoroughly relished that job: most delightful.

When he had completed his task, he himself was then hoisted on the whipping post and thrashed.

Ignatius was ordered to return the compliment and lick clean all the wounds of the black Indian boy or be put back on the whipping post. After both boys had licked each other clean, they were both placed in the same cage together for the night. For some unknown reason … probably a mistake … neither boy was shackled, manacled, gagged, or fitted with a collar. Plus no cock cage had been fitted.

The aching, throbbing, sobbing, bodies lay together naked. Ignatius soon regained his composure, put his arm around the little fellow next to him and gently cuddled and caressed him. The little black Indian boy responded by snuggling up close and tight to Ignatius. Soon the little black arm was around the milky white neck of the bigger lad. Now it was eyeball-to-eyeball, nose-to-nose, lips to lips.

The little black Indian boy had stopped sobbing now. He pressed his lips tightly to Ignatius's. A big long wet sloppy kiss followed. He gently and softly whispered, "I am very sorry for the way I spoke to you and treated you earlier. Please, will you forgive me?"

Ignatius cuddled the little boy's body tightly to him, "Of course I do. You're only a little fellow. I fully and freely forgive you. Think no more of it. However, remember this. When you go up in the world, be careful who and how you step on others; you may need them on the way back down!"

"Yes. Thank you. I do understand what you mean as has been proved by tonight's events."

Ignatius put both his hands around the little boys head and turned it gently bringing the lad's ears to his lips. Then he very quietly whispered into the ear, very aware from witnessing the downfall of the cane boy he was now 'moving in dangerous waters' as the saying is. The slave boys in the adjacent cages must not be allowed to hear a word of what was being spoken. "Whatever did you mean by your remark about Big Chief and Allibaba?"

The little black Indian boy looked at him in amazement and disbelief. "What! You trying to tell me you don't know what I was going on about?"

He pulled away and pressed his back up against the bars of the cage and started to tremble with fear. "Are you trying to get me into more trouble than I am already in? It's all right for you, you are passing through. This place owns me. Body soul mind and spirit all belong to Zelamir Pueros. I am a home-born slave here. I was born here in the breeding farm and brought up as a bed slave for the harem. I know no other life than being a man's sex toy in his bed. I belong to the brothel. I overheard someone speak. Foolishly, this evening I let it slip out. That amounts to two crimes and two penalties. For hearing or listening to things that I have not been told to listen to, I could have both my eardrums punctured, which is extremely painful. Possibly made permanently deaf. Speaking as I did could result in me having my tongue cut out and/or my vocal chords cut."

Then he pulled Ignatius to him and whispered in his ear, "If one of these other slaves, or member of staff, heard what we are talking about and reported it, we would both be severely punished. Let's talk about something else: Christiaan, Arno and Greenfrog!"

Prince Jacques towed the two unwilling slave boys, Christiaan and Arno, to the private living quarters of Zelamir Pueros. As they approached several big, armed guards stopped them. Eventually they gained access.

Once inside, all three had a communal shower. The pretty little boy who had summoned them earlier appeared. He immediately fell at their feet and grovelled and did obeisance.

Prince Jacques instructed him, "Go and tell your lord, the mighty, illustrious, noble Zelamir Pueros that we are here. As soon as we have dried off I will come in and introduce these two nice new slave boys. You may also say that Arno is looking forward to spending his night here with the Greenfrog. That is, after I have kept my promise to Arno and given him his introduction beating."

Ablutions completed, they set off. "Slaves, I have given you the privilege of being without collars, cuffs, gags or any form of restraint. Don't fail me, or you will be severely punished and penalised. Probably no further perks while you remain here until you are auctioned off quite soon. Remember, as we approach Zelamir Pueros on his throne; there is a green carpet. As soon as we reach that you get on all fours and crawl to him. When you reach him, prostrate yourselves at his feet and lick and kiss both his feet until he gives you instructions as to what he wants you to do. You must never under any circumstances speak unless you have been given specific instructions so to do."

Prince Jacques held both the lads by the hands. They traveled along several corridors until they came to a pair of large mahogany doors. Armed guards were standing outside. As they approached Prince Jacques addressed the men. "Have me and these two slaves announced to Zelamir Pueros."

Shortly, the pretty little lad that they had seen earlier stood in the door way. He vanished for a few seconds. Then a fanfare of trumpets sounded. This was followed by the pretty little lad's voice on a public address system. "His glorious excellence, the magnificent, Prince Jacques and the two slave boys, Christiaan and Arno."

The doors opened smoothly, quickly and quietly. In front of them was an enormous great hall. The decor was magnificent: pillars of marble, statues of boys in action, wonderful drapes and tapestries. Pleasant soothing music was being played. At the very far end of this vast hall was a throne on a raised platform. Sweeping steps ascended to it.

Everything was sumptuous and splendid, breath taking! There were many people in the room with various rank and function. The majority of those in the room were boys aged between seven and seventeen. Some were dressed in fancy uniforms; the majority completely naked and bare. There, upon the throne, sat Zelamir Pueros. Around him on the platform was a grand selection of beautiful, adorable naked boys.

What a vast selection of boys decorated the walls of the hall: blacks, whites, browns … all shades of skin color and differing hair color. Some were in collars, or yokes. Many with chains. Some were obviously being punished or disciplined in some form of torture apparatus. For example, there were some hung upside down in an X frame. Others, the correct way up, secured on an X cross. Various sorts of gags and harnesses were in use.

Some poor boys had been modified by amputations. Some were staying still in various postures of display. In certain areas of the hall there were practical functions: wrestling, boxing, judo, gymnastics. In all these disciplines the competitors were completely naked.

They looked at the Zelamir Pueros as they slowly walked through the great hall looking at the various exhibits. They could not but notice the perfection of the slender boys' bodies that surrounded him. SUDDENLY! They noticed, squatting at the feet of Zelamir Pueros, a green lump!

"What's that?" thought both Christiaan and Arno as they approached. Arno whispered softly and quietly to Prince Jacques, "What's that at Zelamir Pueros's feet?"

"You have already been warned that you dare not speak without permission. You are now guilty of transgression and merit the whip or some other sort of discipline. However, as I am already due to beat you later, I will overlook it this time. To answer your question. That is Greenfrog."

They arrived at a green carpet, like a stair carpet, that stretched from the center of the large hall down the remaining length of the room, and up to the throne. Prince Jacques paused as he stepped on it.

"Remember what I told you. Crawl on your hands and knees from here to the feet of Zelamir Pueros. Keep your head down; if you once look up, you will receive a severe thrashing. Once you arrive at his feet, make sure you both grovel and keep licking and kissing his feet until he gives you an order to do otherwise. If you fail in this you will both be severely flogged and penalized for some days ahead. I have warned you. Be afraid; very afraid."

The two boys immediately fell on all fours and slunk along the carpet. Out of the corner of their eyes they could see some of the amazing beauty of the naked boys who were lining the way of the carpet. What beauty? What glory? What majesty? What awe? What a fantastic place if you were on the right side of power and influence. All types of different races and mixed races. Each one the pinnacle of perfection.

At last, they arrived at the feet of Zelamir Pueros. Obediently and submissively, they started to lick his feet and kiss them. Eventually they heard his voice. "You may both stand to attention before me."

Immediately they stood at attention, but said nothing. Zelamir Pueros leaned forward and took hold of Arno's arm and drew the child closer to himself. Arno managed to stand motionless as the mans hands smoothed all over the child s soft smooth hairless body.

"Indeed you have lovely gentle curves and lines, my boy. I wish you were mine, or that I could purchase you. However, you belong to the Freedom Fighters and Liberation Army. They want you sold to the highest bidder after we have given you some training here."

"Your skin is so perfect and clear. Wow! How easy it is to trace the network of veins beneath your skin. How lovely the skin is stretched across your cheek bones and face. See, the main blood vessel going around to your ear. Yes, these also from across the top of your chest. These incredible muscles in your chest and torso. They are beyond description. Prince Jacques informs me that you will spend tonight with Greenfrog Will you like that?"

"No Sir" Arno replied.

Zelamir Pueros immediately flew into a rage. "No Sir! How dare you speak to me like that." He snatched up his whip and rose to his feet to start a lashing.

Christiaan immediately stood within the breach. "Begging your pardon most worthy, Zelamir Pueros Sir! Begging your pardon Sir, but you misunderstood what Arno said! What Arno meant was, 'No, Sir, I am not worthy of such a great joy, honor and privilege as to spend the night with Greenfrog, which obviously anyone would like to do.' "

Zelamir Pueros returned to his seat and snorted at Christian, "You're nothing but a bare faced lying politician."

Christiaan was clever enough to notice that, at his voice, Zelamir Pueros desisted from his purpose of beating. Also, why were they not any under any restraint and why free to speak? There was only one explanation. Zelamir Pueros was falling in love with either one of them or both of them. This called for skill and diplomacy. Christiaan was just the man for the job. However, he knew he was on dangerous ground and must be very careful in how he would exploit the situation.

Zelamir Pueros turned to the abject bundle of misery at his feet: Greenfrog. There, at his feet in a crouching position, was a lad, completely naked, and every part of his skin a brilliant green. His hair was also green. He had large round eyes with blue irises and large bulging white eyeballs. His mouth hung wide open, his pink tongue clearly visible. He looked, but said nothing.

Zelamir Pueros addressed it. "Would you like to have Arno keep you company this evening after Prince Jacques has beaten it?"

"I have an idea," said Prince Jacques, with one of his evil sadistic grins. "Why don't we enjoy the music that Christiaan is going to play for us. While he is doing that, have an area cleared and prepared before the throne for a wrestling match? May I suggest that lovely, lively, beautiful, ebony black boy, Tyrone, have a wrestling match against Arno. That boy who looses will get a beating with the whip."

"If Arno wins, I will not give him the beating that I said he should have from me. He will be excused it on this occasion. If Arno looses, he will have the beating that I said he should have; plus a further thrashing because he did not win. Christiaan can continue playing through the tournament, and then he can wrestle that all glorious, incredible Arab boy?"

Zelamir Pueros took hold of Christiaan's arm and drew the boy to himself. "You will not be beaten, child, win or loose!" Christiaan decided to take a risk and make a political move to see if Zelamir Pueros had, indeed, fallen in love with him. He embraced the Great Man, thanked him and kissed him, calling him Great, Glorious and Gracious Master.

Yes, it had the desired effect. There was a mutual warm embrace.

Christiaan was very aware that this was a very delicate and potentially dangerous situation he was now in. Such conduct was bound to infuriate Prince Jacques and stir him to jealousy. He must offset antagonism from Prince Jacques.

Zelamir Pueros turned to Prince Jacques and replied. "Yes, very good, excellent idea. Have the two slave boys in question brought up from their cells. Advise them if either of them loose, they will be severely thrashed in front of us this evening, followed by a week in the punishment block for disobedience. They have got to win."

Prince Jacques beckoned to a couple of slaves and gave them their instructions to prepare for the late night entertainment. Other slaves were ordered to bring in the grand piano from the music hall in the next room.

Zelamir Pueros turned his attention to Arno, who was now kneeling at his feet, his eyes filled with tears. He took hold of the lad's face in his two hands and drew it towards himself. "Boy, why are you crying?"

Arno whimpered his reply, "Please Sir, I am very frightened."

"Ha ha ha. Yes, you have good cause to be. You wait until you see this big, brave, brilliant, bruiser, Tyrone. Huh!" Then turning to Christiaan he said, "Yes, I am glad you are playing the music first. This amazing almighty, Arab will pulverize you I am afraid."

At last all things were ready. The two slave boys were brought in for their contests. Both were completely naked, apart from stout collars around their necks. A steel chain bound the two together. Their wrists were secured in steel handcuffs behind their backs. They were led in by the little boy in the fancy uniform that had summoned Arno and Christiaan from the kennels. Both boys were absolutely perfect stunning specimens of boyhood, breathtaking to behold.

Prince Jacques beckoned to Christiaan to start playing the grand piano. Christiaan decided to play politics. He bowed and said, "Thank you very much indeed Sir. Please, may I have permission to have the privilege and pleasure to play a favorite piece of music for my Masters, your good self and Zelamir Pueros?"

There was no reply. But then, what do you expect from a pig, but a grunt!

Christiaan explained that he would do his best, but it would not be his best because music had to be practiced every day. He had not touched or played any music since they were abducted. They had no idea how long ago that was. They had lost all idea of time. Didn't know what hour of the day it was, nor the day nor the month.

Christiaan sat at the piano. He started with a warm up with some easy listening: Scott Joplin, The Entertainer, and various other of pieces of his works. Then some more serious work, Beethoven, followed by some quick lively works of Zez Confrey from the 1920's. Tchaikovsky and Rachmaninoff, Satie and finally Chopin.

He did not see as they led little Arno down onto the mat. Black Tyrone was released from his restraints. The two naked boys were placed side by side. Thus the contrasts of pure white skin and perfect ebony black skin. Absolute perfection of glory and beauty: absolutely divine.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Wrestling matches

Tyrone's well toned muscles stood proud in his torso and limbs. He tensed his muscles as the two contestants were turned by Prince Jacques to face each other. Arno's youthful body was so slender and tender in comparison. Their bodies shone and glistened in the lights reflecting from their damp skin with small beads of perspiration.

Prince Jacques pushed the two boy's bodies together. Arno felt the soft smooth skin of Tyrone's body press up against his own. Beneath that silky skin he could feel the tensed muscles like steel. The bodies moved gently across each other. The two chests and abdomens glided against each other in a synchronised movement. For a few moments they just enjoyed the sensual touch of each other's nude body. Briefly they forgot the harsh reality of their circumstances.

The two youths were turned completely round by Prince Jacques: back to back, buttocks to buttocks. A quick cheap thrill at the excitement of warm flesh pressing against a warm body.

The two naked boys were placed side-by-side once more, facing towards Zelamir Pueros. Prince Jacques barked viciously and spitefully at the wrestlers. "Bow in worship and homage to your lord and master upon his throne! You have already been informed that the looser of this contest will be severely thrashed this evening on this very spot. Plus for disobeying the order to win, you will be sentenced to a full week in the punishment block."

Frequently both Christiaan and Arno had wondered where Ignatius was, and how things were with him. They wished he was here with them. Especially now! Arno wished Ignatius was here to do this fight for him. "I wonder what he is doing now?"

Ignatius and the black Indian cane boy were now safely and securely snuggled up to each other in a fond embrace in their cage fast asleep with pleasant dreams, despite their painful, sore aching bodies. Ignatius had even forgotten that, in the morning, he would be taken to the stables to have a day as a pony boy. The black Indian was enjoying the fact that ignorance is bliss. He had no idea what his fate would be next day.}

Prince Jacques continued, "There are no rules, referee, nor rounds to observe. Two falls, two submissions or a knock out to decide the winner. It will be my discretion if I think fit to allow a short break for a breather or refreshment."

The contestants were ordered to opposite sides of the mat. Tyrone was the obvious winner and favourite. It didn't take much working out that Prince Jacques had arranged this fight just to see both white lads get bullied and beaten.

Tyrone stood there with a broad grin, flexed his muscles and showed off his magnificent body and flaunted his majestic limbs, to the admiration and adulation of all present! Well, No! Not the Arab boy. He was more than fully satisfied with his own body that was equally divine. Tyrone was filled with self confidence. He sensed victory and could smell the blood.

Arno, on the opposite side of the mat, slunk down on his haunches like Greenfrog Only instead of his hands down on the floor, his arms were folded across the tops of his knees, his head buried gently into his arms to hide his tears. A pitiful sight of dejection, misery and of no hope. "Oh Ignatius, what would you do?"

IGNATIUS! The very word brought strength, courage and confidence to Arno. What is there in a name? Ignatius had brought destruction to his victim, Mohamed, by surprise. What could Arno do?

The command was shouted, "FIGHT!"

Arno looked up. Tyrone was walking towards him. Ignatius had surprised Mohamed with a punch in the throat. Not possible in this instance. Arno was in a crouching position. Never be able to get that target. Besides, Tyrone was leaning forward with bent arms in front of him. Tyrone had splayed his fingers as if inviting a finger lock.

Tyrone's arms were like big black beams or bars. No, great folly trying that move. Anyway, when Ignatius tried that move he received a nasty head butt. Tyrone was now in touching distance; Arno was still down.

Arno suddenly cried out, "Ignatius, think man think!"

Suddenly, Arno did a rolly-polly (head over heels) at Tyrone. Arno grabbed one of his legs and Tyrone stumbled and fell flat on his face. He was indeed shocked by this unexpected move. Momentarily Tyrone lost his concentration, albeit, long enough for Arno.

Arno moved quickly to position Tyrone's legs in a figure-four hold, being careful to keep his own body and legs out of Tyrone's reach.

Tyrone had underestimated Arno's capabilities. He would not make this mistake a second time. There would not be a second chance. Drastic action was called for. He would have to either dislocate Tyrone's ankle or break a toe. There was no time to debate or discuss. It was either his back bleeding or Tyrone's ankle swelling!

As best he could, Arno twisted the Tyrone's foot as much as he could, and then applied all his weight on the joint. "Wow!" thought Arno, "Your cartilage is pretty tough."

There was a piercing scream and hammering of fists on the floor, as Tyrone declared a submission. There was great shock and surprise among all the spectators, not the least from the Arab boy. He was amazed at the turn of events. Yes, so was Tyrone!

Tyrone crawled to his side of the mat in great pain. Arno sat quietly on his side of the mat. Zelamir Pueros ran his fingers gently through the green hair of Greenfrog and smoothed his green cheeks. Christiaan still playing the piano played the children's nursery song,

No one paid any attention to Tyrone. Arno got up and went over to him. "I am awfully sorry that I have hurt you that much," he said, as he put his arm around him to comfort him. "Hope it is not broken? It is swelling; you need a cold compress or water on it. I will ask."

With that, Prince Jacques came over. He worked his fist into Arno as hard as he could. "Who gave you permission to come over here and interfere? If you don't deserve a good thrashing or punishment to teach you your place then I don't know who does? Get over to your place NOW!"

Prince Jacques started to rant and rave at Tyrone, "I suppose we had better get that joint looked at, or you will depreciate in value when you are to be sold!"

Medical advice was sought. The ankle was not broken or fractured, just a sprain. It was to be bandaged, supported and that limb was not to be used for several days. If the medical advice was not heeded it could well result in permanent damage and loss of value on the auction block.

"Great and Glorious Master," said Tyrone, as he grovelled at the feet of Prince Jacques. "I am sure the damage is not that bad. If you will graciously grant that the ankle is supported and bandaged up, I will finish off the task and duty you have given me to do. I will make sure he does not get near my foot again. If he does, which he won't, then you can stop the fight so that the injury will not be made worse, and my value will not depreciate for the auction block."

"I had better check that out with Zelamir Pueros first."

Permission was granted. The fight would continue. What should Arno do now? Should he attack at the weakest point? Would he be able to anyway? What prestige for Tyrone now if he should win while actually suffering from an injury!

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Wrestling Match

Prince Jacques bellowed again. "FIGHT!"

Arno wondered, now what should be the plan of action.

Tyrone cautiously approached, very wary of his damaged ankle.

What would Ignatius do? What would the legendary world boxing champion, Mohamed Ali do? What was it he used to say? "I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee!"

Tyrone was slow on turning because of his ankle injury. Arno with his long, graceful, soft, smooth, slender, shapely, streamline, sublime, springbok-like legs, sprang and pranced around the ring. Tyrone turned and turned again.

Arno noticed that it was relatively easy for him to get behind Tyrone for as long as possibly two seconds at a time. Arno interlocked his two hands together in order to make one large fist. Then he danced around behind Tyrone. Quick as a flash Arno raised his hands above his head. Then, leaping at Tyrone, he brought his fists down with all his might, hard between his opponent's shoulder blades.

Yes, Tyrone did fall onto his face, but he was back on his feet quicker than he went down. Tyrone pointed his finger at Arno and said, "I thought better things of you than that. Fight me honourably, or else I will do the same to you. You have been warned!"

Arno did not really know what to do for the best. He did want to be honourable, but at the same time, knew he was out classed by Tyrone. Could he possibly win a fair fight against Tyrone? Arno needed to think out his strategy.

In order to buy time he continued to circle the other lad. Tyrone stood still and just watched Arno. Arno taunted Tyrone, "I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee."

As he passed Tyrone's face, Tyrone said, "If you want to quote like a black man, then fight like a black man!"

Arno was getting a little excited and, without realising it, his circles were getting smaller.

Christiaan, still singing and playing the piano, looked across t see the action. Although Christiaan was not heard, the words that came from his lips were the children's nursery rhyme, "Wont you come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly."

Arno raised his fists again behind Tyrone, but ah! The error of presumption. His opponent was waiting for him. Faster than greased lightning Tyrone had turned. As he brought his hands down, so Tyrone's arms were coming up! Tyrone firmly grasped Arno's wrists. The grip was like a vice. Tyrone looked at Arno with piercing eyes that went straight through him. "You right-handed or left-handed?"

"Right-handed!"

"Right! I will not lower myself to your standards. I am going to release your right hand as that's the one you use. I am going to break your left arm at the elbow. I did give you warning to fight me honourably, but you did not want to accept my offer of fair play."

"Tyrone, I am sorry, please don't break my arm."

"You have the audacity to quote from great men like Mohamed Ali, and honourable men like Ignatius, yet you attack from the rear. Give me one reason why I should show you any mercy?"

"Tyrone, if I merited your mercy, then it would not be mercy. Please have mercy and don't deliberately break my arm."

"Did you deliberately try and dislocate or break my ankle?"

"Yes, I did, but I am so frightened of this place and fearful of having a thrashing and week in the punishment block."

Tyrone held Arno's wrists so tightly that the blood stopped flowing to the extremities.

Tyrone released Arno's right wrist. Then severely twisted the left arm applying a very painful back hammer. Tyrone manoeuvred the arm to allow him to push Arno away from him so that the arm was outstretched. Then a quick sharp wrench and twist and Arno's body came flying back to smack into Tyrone's chest with the back hammer firmly in place.

Arno endured this excruciating manoeuvre several times. He was sweating profusely because of the pain. The agony had made him go quite pale. he looked up into Tyrone's face, "Are you going to break my arm now?"

"No, I will not lower myself to your standards. I will be honourable like Ignatius, or Mohamed Ali. I am going to do an equalizer now with a fall. In a moment I will count to three. On three I will release your arm. You must instantly bring your arm round to your side. If you fail to do so, you may well end up with a fracture. One. Two. Three."

Tyrone held Arno's arm in position with one hand. His other arm was way above his head. His hand was stretched out wide. Arno was leaning backwards; upheld by Tyrone. On "Three" Tyrone let go of Arno and brought his hand down with all his might in the centre of Arno's chest. Arno hit the deck with incredible force. Tyrone instantly did a body slam splash across Arno's chest. Arno was in such pain and shock there was no real resistance to this splendid move.

"One. . Two . . Three" said Tyrone. This counted for nothing. Prince Jacques slowly sauntered across to the two boys' bodies. Then he slowly and deliberately counted, "One ah! Two ah! Threee ah!" This was followed by a kick into the ribs of both competitors for them to know this was the end of a round.

Tyrone helped Arno to his feet and started to massage his painful arm. Arno appreciated this act of kindness. The two wrestlers looked at each other. "Thank you, Ignatius." Said Arno. "That's all right, Mohamed Ali." Said Tyrone. They both smiled at each other and went to their respective side of the mat.

Prince Jacques announced that, so far, the contest was a draw. It gave him great pleasure to say that after the next round it would be clear who would endure a severe flogging and who had earned the joy and pleasure of a week in the punishment block. The next contest should not be long now he continued to advise everyone. The Arab boy should now be released from his hand cuffs in order to limber up. However his collar and chain should remain in place for the time being. Prince Jacques clapped his hands together and shouted, "Final Round."

The two boys looked at each other, eye ball to eye ball. They approached each other cautiously. As is often seen in wrestling in Russia, they extended their arms out full stretch and touched each other's shoulders. They eyed each other with utmost suspicion.

Tyrone wanted to be careful of his ankle, as Arno was concerned about his painful elbow joint. Suddenly Tyrone lurched forward and put Arno in a head lock. An easy move for Arno would have been to kick Tyrone on his injured ankle. However he resisted the temptation. He had to think quickly and clearly.

Arno ran his hands over the soft smooth tender body of Tyrone. He reached down to the penis and testicles that hung down and wobbled from side to side with every movement. He gently fondled them, but did not squeeze them nor attempt to hurt them. Arno then ran his hands down Tyrone's thighs. Could he manage to reach down to the knee?

Idea! If he could move around and off-balance Tyrone, he might stand a chance. Tyrone was still handicapped with his injury. As the two boys bodies were going round and around, Arno up with one leg and drove his ankle into the back of Tyrone's knee joint. Both boys fell to the ground, but Tyrone did not lose his grip. Arno had to seek a limb that he could work on.

Arno's hands felt over the other youth's arms. Soft, smooth and silky the skin indisputably was. However, there was nothing soft underneath it. Arno moved his long gazelle-like legs about in order to trap one of his opponents' legs. Yes, obviously Tyrone felt the gentle movement of Arno's leg on his. But because he was concentrating on crushing a skull and forcing a submission, he did not pay attention to the movement on his leg.

Arno wrapped his leg around Tyrone's and brought it up to his hands. Ah! It was the leg with the injured ankle! Arno got his arms under the knee joint, and brought it up as far as he could.

Tyrone had a problem. Could he cope with Arno attacking that joint again. Could he trust Arno not to touch it? He was not getting the result he wanted with the head lock. He decided to release his hold.

The two boys' bodies rolled away from each other. On their feet in a moment, their long youthful arms swung around like the sails of a windmill. Arno made contact with Tyrone's incredible body. It was warm and slippery with sweat. He very quickly had Tyrone in a nelson.

Arno puffed at the hard work on maintaining the hold. Tyrone struggled to break free, but failed. Arno was conscious of Tyrone flexing his muscles. He was about to do some manoeuvre: but what! Arno decided that he would take the initiative.

He leapt into the air and wrapped his legs around Tyrone's abdomen. The youthful bodies crashed to the floor. In the twinkling of an eye, Tyrone was victim of a body vine hold. Every muscle in Arno's body was taught. Each muscle stood out distinctly in those graceful legs of his. Tyrone grimaced in pain.

Chapter 29
The Stables

Tyrone and Arno were separated and the order was given for Tyrone to be taken back to his cell.

Prince Jacques inquired if the black lad was to be beaten before being returned to its cell. Tyrone was hobbling badly, so it was thought best to have his beating deferred. Greenfrog had gone to sleep on the steps of the throne.

Zelamir Puerios then shocked every one by saying, "Put Arno, Christiaan and Greenfrog in one of the guest rooms."

"GUEST ROOM?" Exploded Prince Jacques, We are meant to be training them for living as menial slaves!"

"I know. Let tonight be their last night of comfort. Anyway, Greenfrog may wake up later and require one of them or both of them. Right, that's it. Bed time. Good night."

Prince Jacques ordered two of the eunuchs to gently carry Greenfrog to a guest chamber. He was carefully laid in the middle of a double bed. Christiaan and Arno took their places, one on each side of him, Remember," said Prince Jacques, to the two lads, "As far as tonight is concerned you are the personal and private property of Greenfrog. You must do what ever he says and submit to his will in all things. Failure to do so to any of its whims will result in a severe thrashing and time in the punishment block

Next Morning

Night security was now going off duty and the morning shift came in to take over. Guard dogs barked. Whips were cracked. Orders and threats were shouted. The various frightened slave boys in their cages cringed in fear, dread and awful suspense of the unknown.

Cages were being opened and the occupants dragged out. Standing next to the eunuch or guard who opened a cage door was a lad aged about eight. He wore a pleasantly ornate collar around his neck. In his hand was a fiberglass rod. When the terrified lad was dragged from his cage, this boy would start to lash him.

The black Indian boy turned to Ignatius and whispered, "That was my daily job until last night."

Each of the slaves was made to stand to attention after having received several lashes. They were given a quick check over. They were checked off against the check list of the officer in charge and allocated their individual place on the roster. Some would go straight to the gymnasium, or swimming pool. Some to lessons in various duties on how to wait upon their masters to please them are academic studies in order to maintain a healthy mind as well as body. If any slave had an aptitude for some gift in particular, this would be encouraged. (Like Christiaan and his music and singing.)

Each slave was securely collard and chained to the collar of another boy going to the same department. Wrists were hand cuffed behind their backs. The groups of chained boys stood in their individual groups. They were each given a drink of water and then had a gag put in their mouths. They were all told, that after the end of their first session of the day, they would be taken to feeding troughs where they would be fed. That would be in about two hours time.

The cage was opened next to Ignatius. A light skinned, slender boy was dragged out by his hair. The guard grabbed hold of an arm and pulled the slave boy to his feet. "Oh, you look like a nice little thing. What's your purpose in life? Where do you come from? Answer me slave boy."

The boy answered quite ably without any wavering in his voice, "If it please you Sir, my purpose in life is to please, satisfy and gratify my owner, or whoever is in charge of me. If it please you Sir, I was born a slave, as were my parents before me. I have never known any other type of life than to serve others for their delight and pleasure. If I am able to make my owners happy, or contribute in some small way to their happiness, then I am more than satisfied Sir. Not that me being satisfied comes into the equation."

The guard took a chair and sat on it "Let me examine you child," he said firmly.

The boy stood limply, placidly, and submissively in front of the heavily built guard. The slave moved his arms a little way away from his body, ready for the large strong hands to glide and slide over his soft, silky smooth, slender, lithe little body. The guard fondled the slave boys penis and scrotum. He was turned around. The cheeks of his buttocks were pulled wide apart. There was no flinch or emotion upon his face. He had got well used to being used and abused over the few short years of his life. To him this was quite the natural and normal way of life.

"Are you used to life in the harem or brothel?"

"Yes, Sir. My previous master used me frequently in his bedchamber. Sadly he recently died. The Mistress and her family decided to sell off everything and move away. I was considered to be quite a desirable commodity, so they decided to send me for a short session at the Slave Training Academy, before putting me up for auction in the slave market, Sir."

"Yes, very wise. You will make a good price for them it is true. Yes, I see in your notes here you are for brothel training. You have a session later today. You have quite a few bruises on your body and marks caused by beatings or floggings. I will put in your notes that you are not to be beaten or caned while you are here. If you need to be punished; you must have a week in the punishment block where you can be tortured instead. Thus no marks will be left or seen on your skin or body."

"Now I will give you a demonstration of that. In this next cage to you is a little black Indian boy. He used to have a brilliant job here as a caning boy, like this boy here that caned you when you came out the cage just now. Indeed this slave only started this morning. It was this black Indian boy's job, but he threw his privileges away. He will be going to the brothel training with you. Shortly his collar and chain will be attached to your collar. However before I do that, I want for you to watch me punish him for his indiscretion. Let this be a warning to you."

The door of the cage that held Ignatius and the little black Indian boy was opened. Ignatius moved himself to struggle out of the cage. The guard kicked him in the face and shouted, "You stay where you are Pony Boy, I am not ready for you yet!" The guard reached in: grabbed the terrified black Indian boy and dragged him out. The new cane boy started to thrash him and he curled into a ball… the fetal position… in order to protect himself.

The guard called a eunuch to him and said, "This thing has got to be fed and watered first before I punish it. Give it a bowl of slave gruel. Make it eat it, and lick the bowl clean like a dog. Fasten its wrists behind its back first; then feed it."

Very soon a bowl of semi liquid gruel (Porridge) was placed on the floor by the cages. It was of course a special mixture of food, minerals and vitamins, especially formulated for slaves. If nothing else the skin had to be kept in prime condition at all time. Of course at this academy it was holistic. They were concerned abput the whole of the slave, mentally, physically, and every aspect of each slave was kept in prime first-class condition. Whatever discipline, study, or training a slave was doing, it would be changed about every hour and a half.

Yes, even the boys around the throne of Zelamir Pueros; and those just on duty displaying the beauty of their bodies, or those undergoing torture or punishment, generally; they would be transferred to something different every ninety minutes. Physical was usually followed by something academic: this in turn by something practical.

The little black Indian boy got down on his knees and stuck his face in the bowl and started to devour the food. The new cane boy held the chain that was attached to the Indian boys collar. Every now and again he would either yank it or shake it vigorously: just to annoy and irritate. Several times he raised his cane to inflict further punishment. However the order had been given: no more beatings because his skin must not be marked because of the impending auction. Plus he had been reallocated to the brothel or harem duties. Such boys had to have clean, pure, unmarked skin. Unless, of course, it pleased a customer to pay a large amount of extra cash to severely thrash a slave and mark it. This sometimes happened.

Ignatius was released from his cage. He slowly crawled out. He was stiff and sore after his severe thrashing the night before and then being cramped up in the cage all night. Several very large muscular men surrounded him. They each had a stun gun. Ignatius noticed a name on one, 'Alibaba'. He was about to inquire about it or him. Then he remembered he was not permitted to speak; also the disastrous consequences of saying the wrong thing.

Ignatius was given permission to stand up, stretch and have a yawn. The men admired his beauty. Several hands touched, smoothed, stroked or slapped his torso and thighs. His arms were caressed and muscles massaged. His testicles were fondled and penis squeezed. One of the guard dogs growled at him. Ignatius wanted to resist, but remembered he was just a common slave now. He had no rights of his own. He belonged to others. The least offense could bring swift and severe retribution. However, his reluctance or resistance, albeit slight, was noticed.

He was roughly addressed, "Do you want another thrashing with the whip like you had last evening?" A whip was cracked several times quite near him.

"No, Sir, please no Sir, I will do as I am told and be obedient."

"Right, that's good. Here is your agenda for today. When I have finished speaking to you; you will lick this demoted slave boys face quite clean. If there is the smallest trace of anything on his face, you will be beaten and punished as well. You will then watch me punish this little black Indian boy by inflicting pain on him without causing any marks on his skin. Perhaps you may like to assist me with that. Ha, Ha, Ha!"

"You will then go to the shower and attend to your personal hygiene. When that is completed, I will put your collar, chains and handcuffs on. Then this new cane boy will take you over to the stables. You will be fitted up in your harness and work in the town for today's training. We are expecting you to be sold as a pony boy. Some foreign dignitery is quite eager to purchase you as a status symbol, as an anti-American public relation object. Anyway, who can tell perhaps there will be a higher bid from someone else."

The little black boy had now finished, He was ordered to stand to attention. One of the guards motioned for Ignatius to lick the child's face clean. What a mess his face was in. His hands were securely fastened in the handcuffs behind his back. Ignatius cupped the boys' head in his hands and started to lick the child's face clean. He was hungry and the lad had a pretty face. The little one was calm and placid in the power of Ignatius. Ignatius became conscious that his penis was becoming sensitive and enlarged as he finished his chore… enjoyable chore really!

The little black boy was fitted with a very large collar that had high protruding sides. His head was fixed rigid. A gag was inserted in his mouth that kept his mouth wide open. He was then stood up against the whipping post. Two bolts were passed through each side of the collar and bolted into the post. His feet were shackled close together. A leather belt around the waist now made him perfectly immobile.

Ignatius was asked if he would like to have the honor of inflicting the pain. He declined the invitation. The men chuckled and laughed. Ignatius was told to watch closely because he could expect to receive the same at the end of his work today, as well as another whipping, for the least or most trivial of offenses.

A eunuch arrived wearing a white gown, white latex gloves and carrying a sterilized envelope. The envelope was carefully opened. Several sterilized needles were brought out. They were plunged and imbedded into the poor little slave boys tongue. What piercing screams! How the tears flowed down the little fellow's cheeks. He was released from the pillory and led away, greatly wailing, by the new cane boy. The order was given that he was to be taken to the harem. Then be back quick, to take Ignatius to the stable.

Ignatius was told to be quick about having his shower. Afterward, the whip marks on his beautiful gleaming white body received medical attention. His collar was fixed on his neck; but there was no chain! His hands were firmly secured behind his back in handcuffs. A gag was put in his mouth and then he was blind folded. The order was given to stand erect and wait without moving for his next instruction.

It seemed like eternity as he just stood in the blackness of his blindfold. Eventually the new cane boy returned. He was instructed to take Ignatius to the stable. On complaining that there was no chain to lead the pony boy with, the lad was informed to take hold of the pony boy's penis and walk it to the stable. Should he let go of the penis before safely taking his charge to the stable, he would get the same penalty as he saw the other boy have. Thus, Ignatius was led away to the stable to start his new life as a pony boy slave.

Chapter Thirty

The little lad attached a chain to the collar of Ignatius and then pulled on the chain so that there was eye-ball to eye-ball contact between them. The youngster then snarled at him, "Remember my authority over you. I am your lord and master. You have heard my instructions. I am to beat you on your legs and thighs as much as possible for the least little thing. Do you understand?" he shouted angrily. The cane was then used energetically on the pony boy's legs with great ferocity joy and delight. Bright red welts came up on the pure white skin. However there were still quite clear marks and bruises from the whipping of the previous nights thrashing.

Ignatius jumped and danced and sought to move away from the caning. The boy called for one of the eunuchs to fit restraining shackles on his charge. Thus Ignatius could only shuffle along now. Not possible to move feet or legs far apart, indeed he was at the mercy of the little boy.

The lad delighted in humiliating him and exercising his power and authority on him. Again he shouted, "You do as I say at once or else I will hit you more. Plus I have the power to have you punished a lot worse if I tell my master that you were disobedient to me!" He laughed heartily and laid into Ignatius again, this time on his arms as well as his legs. He stopped to the relief of Ignatius, but then he grabbed hold of his testicles: gave them a hard twist and pull. Then he applied pressure on the penis cage. He found the whole process a great joke.

Eventually the novelty of being so cruel faded a bit. Puffing and blowing a bit from his excitement he said, "Come on pony, I have got to show you the other ponies and the carts before my master gets back. Hope he will feed me. It is up to me whether you get fed and watered before we go out on the road. Don't think I can be bothered about you being fed and watered before we go out on the road. It is someone else's job to do that when we get back. I may possibly water you if you don't give me to much hassle. I definitely ain't going to bother about feeding you though."

So they set off around the stables.

"Oh! There is your new governor for the day coming."

Ignatius turned to see.

"Animal, concentrate on your work. I will tell you what you may, or may not, look at!" The boy thrashed the pony boys legs and thighs again unmercifully. Ignatius tried to pull away. However with restraining shackles on his legs and the lad hanging on to his chain such an attempt was futile. It just made the punishment worse.

The new governor drew closer. He wore a gorgeous green silk uniform, beautiful black boots and brown kid gloves. In his right hand was a riding whip. Around his neck he wore a thick leather collar with steel studs and ornamental chains. The inside of the collar was softly padded and covered in mauve silk. He was a slave, but with the highest rank and privilege.

As soon as the cane boy that was holding the chain of the pony boy saw the new governor come close he spread-eagled himself on the floor, face down. He then groveled along to the governors black boots and started to lick and kiss them.

Around the governors left hand and wrist was chain. The chain went from there to a dog collar, firmly attached to the neck of a new puppy boy who was in need of training. Ignatius slowly and quietly moved his head to see the sight.

He could not believe his eyes. The puppy boy was Arno. The new governor was none other than Christiaan himself. Christiaan, being the great politician he was, showed no sign of recognition or emotion. He addressed the cane boy firmly but politely, "Has the pony boy been fed and watered thoroughly this morning? Has its personal hygiene been attended to?"

"YES, Master, yes master, I have dealt with all that very thoroughly and properly."

"I will ask you once more. Then, I will remove the bit from pony's mouth. The question will be put to him. If his reply does not correspond exactly with yours, I will have you placed on the whipping post and be whipped until your whole body drips with blood. Has the pony been fed, watered and its personal hygiene been attended to?"

"No Master, no. I beg of you have mercy upon me. Please forgive me. I promise to be a good obedient slave boy to you."

"Did you show mercy and compassion to the pony just now? Look at his legs and thighs. Ask him if I should have you punished for lying to me?"

"Oh great and glorious master, my instructions are to thrash the pony as much as possible about his legs and thighs."

"Yes, I know. I have read your instructions for today, as well as my own, the puppy boy's and the pony boy's. I am not calling that into question. I am talking about you telling me a bare-faced lie, in response to a straight forward simple question."

Christiaan positioned himself to beat the child, who cringed in fear and expectation of a beating. Ignatius made some strange muffled noises and shook his head from side to side; implying, "No."

Christiaan demanded of the cane boy, "Ask pony what I should do. Take the bit out of his mouth so he can give a clear reply. Be assured what he says I will do. After that make quick work to get him food and drink."

With trembling hands the gag was removed from pony's mouth. The boy then asked the question he was instructed to. The lad looked down at his feet, then blurted out, "Pony, what punishment do I deserve for telling a great and glorious master a bare-faced lie?"

Ignatius coolly and calmly replied, "Yes, you do deserve to be punished. However, on your behalf I will request clemency and leniency."

"Thank you Pony." Then, prostrating himself again at the feet of Christiaan, he implored, "Please hear the words of Pony and don't be hard on me. After all I am only little!"

"Being little has nothing to do with it. All right, be warned, I am watching you very carefully for the least offense, for a pretext to beat you severely."

"My pony and my puppy are to be fully covered with anti-insect cream. If either of them are bitten today, it will be your fault. Keep all insects away from them. When we are out today you are responsible for their welfare. Make sure they have no complaints to pass on to me. Make sure they are comfortable and have plenty to drink. You have more than fulfilled your quota of caning the pony. I shall take full responsibility of that for the remainder of today. Now get and feed pony quickly!"

The boy jumped to his feet. With a quick bow and a "Thank you, Master," he was gone.

Christiaan put his arms around Ignatius and said, "I am a slave as much as you are. We are both undergoing training, with a view to being sold by auction in the next slave market. Today, I am your lord and master. Today I have to train you and discipline you without mercy. I have my job and duty to do; as you have yours to do. You know I will be as gentle with you as possible. If I have to thrash you, I will do so, but you know it will not be out of malice nor spite. We are friends, yet we have to be sensible and think of our own survival as well as the well-being of each other."

With that, the eunuch in charge of the stable returned. He paid his respects to Christiaan, the new governor for the day. He wanted to know where the cane boy was and why. The eunuch noticed the pony boy did not have his penis gag bit in place. Christiaan was informed that such a breach of protocol could have serious consequences for all three of them. It was rapidly replaced.

The eunuch further inquired why the puppy boy, Arno, was there. He was informed that he would be taken for a ride in the cart pulled by the pony boy in training.

The eunuch bent over the puppy boy and ruffled his hair. Then he ran his hands gently over the soft smooth silky skin. Arno pulled backwards with such force that it tore the chain from Christiaan's hand. In fright Arno stood up on his feet.

The eunuch was furious. He punched the boy in the face and felled him. This was followed by several kicks to the ribs. Several other men were very quickly on the scene. Two or three of them had canes and started to lash the poor naked lad. In no time at all he was reduced to a quivering wreck. Another produced a stun gun, but was told there was no need for him to use it.

The puppy boy looked up. Blood flowed from his mouth and nose; as tears ran down his cheeks. The chief eunuch gave instructions that the puppy was to be put in a crawling frame immediately and taken to the kennels for harsh discipline. Christiaan attempted to intervene on the puppy boy's behalf, soon realized that not only was this futile: but would have very serious repercussions for all concerned.

The appropriate equipment was soon at hand and eager hands soon started to fit the equipment. A penis gag was fitted in the mouth.

Next there was a steel triangle. At the three equal corners was a ring attached with a swivel. The largest ring was a neck collar. The other two rings were wristbands. In a flash Arno was secured. Next a spreader bar with a shackle for each ankle, fixed to the spreader bar by swivels. The boy's body was turned on his back and his knees were brought up onto his chest and his elbows brought down to touch the knees. Next a chain was attached from the bottom bar of the triangle to the spreader bar of the feet. Then the helpless, hapless boy was turned onto his front.

The collar chain was then handed to one of the eunuchs, with the order to take the puppy over to the kennels. The final order was, "Make sure it has harsh discipline all day with no relief until we get back this evening. Plus do not mark the body. Stick needles into its tongue if it needs pain. Put something on that swollen lip I just gave it!"

The cane boy returned with food and drink for Ignatius. The eunuch grumbled, "Huh! Have only just put the bit in the creatures' mouth. You have not been shown around the stable yet. We will finish the tour, and then feed the creature, put it in its shafts and get out on the road." The eunuch started to smooth the pony boys legs and rub the welt marks of the cane. Then, turning to the cane boy he said, Well done slave boy. You have shown that you are well able to do you're job properly. I will submit a good report concerning you."

The cane boy placed the food and drink on the floor, picked up the end of the chain that hung down from the pony boys' collar and gave it a hard tug. Off they went on their tour.

They saw stalls where pony boys spent their nights, or when they were allowed to rest during the day. Each stall had a steel bar from floor to ceiling. When a pony was in its stall its head was chained to the bar with a very short chain. However it could either stand or lie down. Hands were kept in "gloves." These gloves, however, were made of metal. The fingers were spread out in them, and the wrist could not bend. This would prevent the creature from biting his nails, scratching or picking anything.

As mentioned before, there was always a genuine, sincere care for the well being of all slaves, psychological as well as physical. Whatever position or job a slave was in or doing it was usually changed in about hour and a half. Some slave pony boys were still in their stalls. Little slave boys were tending to their needs, fixing on a harness or feeding and watering. If any of the ponies had urinated or defecated during the night, it was the job of these little fellows to clean up the mess. Also they were to thoroughly wash and groom the ponies. Yes every minute part of their bodies.

As they passed on, there were some frames with pony boys spread-eagled in them. Each victim was gagged and blindfolded. With each one a slave boy was in attendance. For a complete hour without any let up; the child was to smooth and stroke the older boys body: fondle its testicles and penis, and intersperse this with some slaps, smack, pinches, punches, pulling of hair, spits, bites, and kicks. This was in order for the creature to get used to such treatment from the general public and to show not the least reaction to it. They were to learn that they did not belong to themselves. They were just common slaves with no rights of any description and would be treated accordingly.

There was a large variety of carts and carriages to be used. Some for carrying people; while others for freight. Some shafts had attachments for the wrists. Some the hands would be secured behind the backs, and the ponies' body alone would be used for pulling, while the arms and hands were completely free.

Some of these ponies were quite big and strong. These would be sold and used in quarries and mines. Some were geldings; they had been castrated. Some were branded or tattooed with a company's name, ownership or, perhaps, just the pony's name. Some had their heads shaved with just a strip down the center. Some were beautifully clean and unmarked, while others were very scarred by whippings.

Some where perpetually blinkered with bit continually in their mouths. None were ever allowed to speak. Many of the long term ponies had forgotten how to talk. There were those who still had their penis and testicles, that for a treat would be either masturbated by their little boy handlers or even on occasion allowed to actually penetrate one of them. A really beautiful prized specimen would have his spermatozoa removed frequently for the purpose of artificial insemination on one of the breeding farms. There is a breeding unit in this slave academy.

At last they finished their tour. Ignatius was hand fed by the cane boy after his penis gag bit had been removed. After he had finished. The cane boy put a container at the end of Ignatius's penis. The boy ordered his charge to fill the container. After this was completed and gag/bit reinstated, the pony boy was taken to a cart and backed into the shafts by the cane boy. Although the his wrists were still in handcuffs; in these shafts the wrists could move and the towing was done by the pony's hands. Two chains were also attached to the harness at the hips. Another chain ran from between the shoulder blades to the cart. Yet a further one from the neck to the cart. No idea why, but a further one from the cart to the buttocks.

Chapter Thirty One

The cane boy, now relieved of his cane, stood completely naked in front of the pony boy. However the lad had a steel collar fixed to his neck. A chain was attached from the little lad's collar to the big boy's collar. The little slave boy knew he would be kept very busy insuring no insects landed on the body of the pony boy. A single insect bite would earn him a severe whipping until his delicate little body bled.

The eunuch in charge had given Christiaan a map showing him the route he had to take and the various stops. As this was the first time out, and being a training exercise, it was a simple flat route with several stops.

As a safety precaution, Christiaan's ankles were shackled to the floor of the cart. He was assured that this was for two reasons. Just in case he decided to be clever and brave and make a bid for freedom. Also, as it was obvious that he was a very valuable commodity, there could be the possibility that bandits might try and steal him.

As these slave boys were not the private property of the slave academy, wasn't this a risky project turning them out onto the street like this?

No. Two guards climbed up into the cart.

Yes, they were armed!

Christiaan turned to the guards and addressed them. "Gentlemen, welcome. Today I have the responsibility of being in charge of this cart. For the duration of this exercise I am to show the wonders, glory and credulity of the Zelamir Pueros Slave Training Academy. Yet, I am shackled to this cart as a slave that cannot be trusted. One you fear would bring dishonor and disgrace. If I were to make a run for freedom, where should I go with no money, no knowledge of this city or country and no friends nor contacts?"

"I respectfully suggest, if I were released from these shackles it would be a far better advertisement for the excellent training and superior type of slave that this establishment produces. My first stop after leaving this yard is to collect two VIP's from the main entrance. It is imperative an excellent display of exemplary training is displayed. Please therefore will one of you express my concern to Zelamir Pueros? Thank you."

The message was conveyed and shackles removed immediately.

Christiaan gave Ignatius a gentle tap with the whip, and gave the order, "Move on."

The pony boy gave a gentle grunt as he leaned forward to take the strain of hauling the cart. They moved out of the shade of the stable and into the brilliant sun and burning heat of mid-morning.

There they saw the puppy boy, Arno, struggling to crawl across the yard to the kennels. The eunuch in charge of him pulled and tugged on the chain from his collar. The eunuch was seen to kick him several times in the ribs and severely lash the soles of his feet.

Pony boy slowed as they passed. He felt the whip a little harder this time, with the harsh command, "Get on there! Faster!" They passed out into the road.

Christiaan pulled the reins hard to the left. Pony boys head swung round. Ignatius got the message and turned accordingly. The little cane boy slave ran along by the side of the pony boy and kept a watch for insects landing on the sweaty body.

Christiaan brought the cart to a halt with a sharp pull on the reins outside the main entrance of the academy. "Insects!" he bellowed at the naked little boy who rapidly responded by quickly rubbing his hands all over the pony boys' body, head and limbs.

Christiaan came down out of the cart and unhitched the child from the pony.

The two VIP's came out from the main entrance. One was African the other an Arab. As they approached, Christiaan bowed himself very low and said, "Good morning and welcome Sirs." Then to the little lad he whispered, "Full homage or the whip!"

The small boy prostrated himself in front of the two men, and started to kiss and lick their feet. Their response was to kick him out the way.

"Make yourself into a step for the gentlemen, Slave!" snapped Christiaan. The little child curled himself into a ball by the cart. Both VIP's used him as a step up into the cart.

"Insects, Slave Boy," said Christiaan. The lad again rubbed and smoothed the beautiful body, limbs and face of the pony boy. The chain was fastened again to pony boys' collar. A further gentle tap with the whip to Ignatius and the command, "Move on."

Ignatius strained under the weight of hauling the cart with five passengers in it … Christiaan, the two guards and the two VIP's. Christiaan listened carefully to their conversation.

The African came from southern Africa. He was making an assessment of Christiaan to buy him for the president of his country. A white slave was required to escort the President to show black supremacy over whites in Africa.

The Arab was ordered by his president to buy a white American pony boy slave to publicly humiliate in a public relations exercise. Christiaan also learned that Kim the second of North Korea was interested to purchase Arno as a puppy boy slave, and girl's bedroom boy for his daughters.

Ignatius pulled the load, straining every muscle and sinew in his wonderful, beautiful, body. He gasped terribly for air. He was not able to swallow his spittle because of the penis gag bit that was in his mouth. Thus he was feeling very dry. Would he be able to keep going?

There, at the side of the road was Prince Jacques; who signaled the cart to stop. The little lad quickly paid homage to Prince Jacques. Prince Jacques released his chain and pointed him to the cart to be a step for the folk in the cart as they got down out of the cart.

Christiaan jumped over him, but the other four occupants quite needlessly stepped on him.

As Ignatius struggled for air and heaved his shoulders up and down, the adorable, desirable shape of his ribs in his sides could be clearly seen.

Prince Jacques instructed Christiaan to take the VIP's and guards into a posh hotel for refreshments. He himself would secure the pony boy and join them shortly. The cane boy hurried to his task that no insects should land on the pony boy.

Prince Jacques took another short chain from a box on the cart, fixed it to the collar of the pony boy and led him around to the back of the hotel. There were rings fixed all along the back wall, some six feet from the ground. At various places along the wall, other slave ponies were already tethered with their various carriages. Like them, Ignatius was secured with a short chain to the ring six feet up. No possibility of sitting down! The cane boy was re-affixed by his chain to the pony boy's collar and Prince Jacques went inside to join the others.

The courtyard was now completely empty of people apart from pony boys and their carts chained to the wall by their collar chains. Plus, a few cane boys who were responsible for keeping biting insects off from the bodies of the slave pony boys. Ignatius looked at the slave pony boy next to him. A little lad about thirteen years of age, his poor bare, brown body bruised by beating.

Brown eyes portrayed sadness, loneliness and a hard life. Malnourished and sunken eyes told a story without words being spoken. The little chap slowly turned his face towards Ignatius, displaying a sight Ignatius had not seen in the stables.

This pony boy did not have one of the usual types of bit in his mouth. A steel rod had been pierced right through his face! It entered through one cheek and out through the opposite one. The steel rod had a thread its whole length. From each side, a metal disc had been screwed along to force the mouth open and secured by heavy nuts. At each end of the bar a ring was attached and the reins were attached to these rings.

Although the cheeks were concave by reason of the plates, Ignatius could see sufficiently clearly the steel rod passing across the top of the tongue. It was obvious that all the child's teeth had been removed. His dusty cheeks were tear stained, indeed a pitiful sight.

He was tall and slender, young and tender. He was not wearing a harness. Just a thick heavy steel collar that had four rings. A steel chain hung from the back ring of the collar to its attachment on the cart. Another chain from the front ring of the collar fixed the poor creature to the wall.

The boys' skinny arms secured behind his back; were fixed by the wrists, to a single shaft that ran from the front center of the cart like a letter T. Apart from that: nothing, no ornaments nor trappings or fixtures. Saliva dribbled from his mouth and ran down his skinny, bony torso, as it was impossible for him to swallow with that contraption secured to the front of his head. Obviously it would have to be removed frequently in order for it to be given fluids and prevent dehydration and serious skin damage.

As Ignatius considered and contemplated the poor lads plight, some boys came into the yard. They, likewise, were about the same age. But, this group were well fed, well groomed, well bred and well clothed. These youngsters crossed the yard to where all the pony boys were chained. They gathered around the poor creature next to Ignatius.

They all started to laugh at him; jeer him, point at him and sneer. In listening to what the gang was saying it became obvious that this slave boy had once been a member of this gang at the same school. Not sure if his parents had got into debt and were obliged to sell him, or if he had committed some crime and been sold into a life-long bondage penalty. Anyway, his remaining life in perpetual slavery was beyond doubt.

As his 'old friends' gathered around him, they started to poke and prod, pull and punch and pinch him. His nipples were twisted hard and his testicles were tightly squeezed. In vain the pony boy tried to back away from them. He pulled hard on the chain holding him to the wall as he strained every fiber in his feeble frame to save himself from this agony.

One of the lads got up into the cart. He picked up the reins and started to pull and yank them this way and that. Poor pony boy's head was forced to an extreme twist to one side; then the other. His head was pulled backwards almost enough to break his neck.

Orders were screamed at him, "Faster!"

"Stop!"

"Get a move on!"

Another 'old friend' picked up a riding crop from another cart and commenced giving the chest, abdomen and legs of the chained pony boy a severe beating. The severe, violent, use of the reins caused his mouth to bleed. The brilliant bright blood trickled down onto the gentle, sandy soft brown skin of his chest, then to his abdomen and down his legs to the ground.

Finding the riding crop in the back of the cart, the boy started to lambaste the pony boy for disobedience. As he strained, pulled and tugged at the collar and chain, it began to chafe his neck and make it sore. Tears ran down his cheeks and mingled with the blood trickling down his body. This produced raucous laughter from his tormentors.

"When you going to be castrated?" asked one.

"I like geldings!" cackled another.

Still another inquired, "What's it like to be shagged every night?"

"Did you have your teeth out so you would be a better sucker?" was another question.

"What about yourself? Do you get milked from time to time for a change?" and other such remarks were showered upon the victim as he cowered on the end of his chain.

"Well, I have an idea!" said the gang leader. "We will wank him for a present and pleasure for him."

Two lads held an arm each to steady the pony boy. Others stroked his back, buttocks and breasts. Another gently fondled the testicles and smoothed the penis. Eventually the penis started to stiffen and an erection arose. Now with a firmer grip on the sensitively aroused organ, a rhythm of movement was enacted.

The muscles in the slave boys' buttocks went taught. The legs also went tight. The pony boy had closed his eyes and started to breathe heavily. However, before any climax came, the pony boys' Master came out. "What's going on?" he shouted.

The reply was quick and prompt, "Oh Sir! What a mercy you have come so quickly. We were so scared. This vicious pony of yours wanted to rape us. You can see how he has gone for us with an erection. We were frightened he would kick us and bite us. Well he did do that to several of us anyhow Sir."

"Oh, you poor dear children. I am so sorry, I do not know what to say. You shall all have a turn of beating it in recompense. Then it will pull you all home in the cart. I promise you all faithfully that I will give it a good thrashing for being so aggressive and badly behaved."

"Perhaps I should take the thing to the Zelamir Peuros Slave Training Academy. A night in the dog kennels may be good for it. I have been thinking of gelding this wretch. May get more work out of it. Take his mind off things that detract from duty."

At this they all laughed.

Then Master and the gang of youths clambered into the back of the cart. It was too small for everyone to get in. The Master said that he would walk and lead the pony boy with his chain.

A discussion began as to what was the best plan of action. It was agreed that one boy would take care of the reins. Another would lead and pull the pony boy along by his chain. A third boy would use the cane to spur it on and drive. The others would just sit and enjoy the lift home.

However, as Master had said that everyone could have a turn in beating the animal a roster of duties was quickly drawn up, so that each boy would have a turn at everything. The master then told the youths. "I am going back inside for another drink. This thing will take each of you home. After the last one of you gets home, give it a good stimulating slapping of the buttocks to ensure that it is back here for me. I tell you now, if this cart is not back here sharp and prompt by the time I have finished, this pony boy slave goes to the kennels for the night for punishment and training; plus I shall severely thrash it as well. Don't know why I wasted my money on buying the rubbish. Suppose it is because I am too good-natured, soft-hearted, kind and gentle. I always feel sorry for these little slave boys, and then they take advantage of me."

They all commiserated with him, and then set off at a pace. Master went back inside.

Christiaan came out and asked the cane boy if he had given Ignatius water. He confessed he had not because of what they had just witnessed.

Christiaan took the bit out of the mouth of Ignatius and produced a bottle of cold drink that he had got from inside. It was cool and refreshing and he gave Ignatius and the cane boy a good drink to refresh them both. The gag was replaced and Christiaan went back inside.

"Wow!" said the little cane lad to Ignatius in a quiet voice. "That was taking a chance. If he got found out, he would have a severe thrashing and lose all privileges."

Ignatius nodded in agreement.

The little boy continued to check Ignatius all over for insects and to wipe the sweaty body down with a clean cloth from the cart.

Ignatius wondered what Christiaan was doing inside. What an incredible risk he had just taken. How was Arno getting on with his training in the kennels today as a puppy boy? What a terrible plight for the pony boy that had just gone out the yard with those cruel children. Would his fate be as bad? Would he, Arno and Christiaan ever be rescued? He turned to look at the pony boy who was chained to the wall on the other side of him.

This pony boy and his situation were completely different. A heavy built youth, he had sturdy strong legs and arms, broad shoulders and a very pronounced muscular body. Like Ignatius all his body hair had been fully and totally removed clinically and medically. On his left breast, on the top of each arm and top of each thigh he had been branded with a crest or coat-of-arms. Underneath each branding was a tattoo: the name of a mining company and, under that, his registration number. Across his forehead was branded the words, 'SLAVE FOR LIFE'.

Through his septum, was a very large steel ring. This caused the nose to be wider than nature intended. In each ear, likewise, was a large steel ring. Not through the Helix, (outer part of the ear) but through the Auricle. Likewise, in both corners of the mouth, a steel ring had been inserted. Both nipples had steel rings through them. In each of these rings were two or three very small bells. Thus, with each movement of the pony, there was a pretty tinkling music. Around each ankle were strapped more small bells to ring as he trotted along.

This pony boy had a 'cane boy' to look after him, who kept himself very busy carefully smoothing and stroking his charge all over, with a tender loving care. He never stopped talking to the pony with gentle, kind re-assuring words. Nothing was too much trouble. However, Ignatius noted that although this pony, was without any gag or head restraint, not the least sound came from him. He did not have a collar, BUT there was a strange type of ornamental strap around his throat ! ? ! ?

Christiaan came back out. He addressed this other 'cane boy.'

"I have permission from your master to give you and the pony a drink. You can guarantee we are being watched. Thus, give me the honor, reverence and respect that my rank demands or we shall each be whipped severely. I am a slave the same as you are. However, today I am enjoying highest privileges. Who can tell what I may be tomorrow?" The 'cane boy' prostrated himself and paid homage. He heartily thanked Christiaan for his kindness.

Chapter Thirty Two

Christiaan addressed the VIPs. Said he was sorry for this unexpected delay. Should he send the cane boy for refreshments for them? However, such was the arrogance of these obnoxious VIPs they completely ignored his kind and polite overtures.

Very quickly, Prince Jacques returned. A large, heavy man who came from North Korea escorted him. Several naked small slave boys followed behind with refreshment. A couple of slave children climbed into the cart and passed the refreshments to the VIPs. The cane boy, Ignatius, and Christiaan were completely and totally ignored.

The kennel door opened. Out came Arno, on all fours, pulling a dogcart. His face was wet with tears. His arms, legs and back were pink from severe slapping either by hand or rubber slappers. Another naked slave boy was in the cart being pulled along. A very small naked black slave was guiding Arno along with collar and lead.

The black child stopped immediately in front of the gent from North Korea. Nothing was said to Arno about stopping, so he continued to move forward. The black child kicked him hard in the ribs and bellowed, "STOP!"

Arno was released from the cart. The North Korean crouched down by the side of the puppy boy slave. He smoothed Arno's beautiful body and ruffled his hair. He commented on what healthy and beautifully sumptuous soft, smooth skin the creature had.

Prince Jacques roughly caught hold of one arm and one wrist and, with no further ado, turned Arno onto his back. "Examine the underside of the animal too, Sir. It is quite pleasant to view. Should you decide to purchase it, you may require making it a gelding. Especially if it is required to be a girl's bedroom slave as well as puppy." His penis and genitals were manhandled and examined.

The reply was, "If it is bought by my government for the Chairman, it will be castrated in my own country."

Prince Jacques and the gent then stepped back from the bare body. He was just left on his back. What was he meant to do now? The black boy gave another hefty blow to the ribs and shouted, "UP!" Arno rolled over on to his front and got on to his hands and knees again.

The black master looked toward the kennel door and called out, "Finished looking!"

A guard dog was sent across. He licked the buttocks enthusiastically and then sniffed out the anal orifice and licked that keenly. Arno screwed up his face and grimaced. Tears streamed down his face; as he cried out, "No Sir! Please Sir, no Sir! I will be a good slave Sir, I promise, I will be a good slave boy."

The black boy kicked him in the face, "You have to learn to be obedient and submissive in all things." Arno bowed his head to the ground. The dog serviced itself several times. Two or three other dogs had a turn. The cart was then re-attached and the sad little procession of dejected misery returned to the kennels.

Prince Jacques quickly looked through his papers before giving further orders. He told the shocked, horrified and staggered Christiaan that he was now to go immediately to the quarters of Zelamir Pueros for his music practice, have a meal, shower and personal hygiene. Then he was to give a guided tour to the VIPs, excluding the kennels and stables as they had already been shown them.

The little cane boy was told to take the pony into the stables and unhitch. Ignatius was to have everything removed from him: except collar and chain. Wrists were to be secured behind his back. Strict safety precautions were to be observed as Ignatius was classified as highly dangerous. The lad was then to take Ignatius, blindfolded, into the central main block for feeding and personal hygiene.

This was duly done. When the blindfold was taken off, Ignatius found he was in a large, comfortable office. There were several doors. Ignatius wondered why so many. Several large and powerfully built men were present. It was rather intimidating.

The person in charge addressed him. "Ignatius, we are very pleased with your progress. As a reward you can choose whatever meal you would like to enjoy now." Ignatius said what he wanted.

After the order was written down, the man called, "Slave!" Immediately one of the doors opened.

A beautiful, naked youth of perfect proportions entered. He had long curly blond hair and blue eyes. An ornamental collar of blue and gold about his neck showed his rank, status and responsibilities in his department. "Take that to the kitchen for immediate attention," ordered the boss.

This gent seemed kind and pleasantly spoken. There was a friendly, genial conversation while they waited for the meal.

The naked beautiful slave youth returned. He was ordered to clear the desk set it for the meal. He, himself, would be allowed to eat with the staff and Ignatius. While they were waiting, a game of chess was played. An excellent meal eventually arrived and was enjoyed by all.

The slave was told to clear everything away and tidy up. After that he would be required for personal services for various members of staff. Would he go to the brothel sleeping quarters and bring a few brothel boys across for the evening's pleasure.

Ignatius, now had his handcuffs, collar and chain removed. Another door was opened. In this room was shower and full toilet facilities. He was instructed to go in and have a thorough shower and make himself clean and comfortable. Ignatius was only too pleased to oblige.

When he had finished his ablutions, he came back into the office. Everything was perfectly clean and tidy, but no one was in the room. He stood there in all his naked beauty and glory. What should he do? Just sit and wait? Call out that he was ready? There was the obvious inference that the staff of this department was going to enjoy themselves shortly by taking their fill of pleasure with some pleasant, pretty boys. Did Ignatius want this?

He thought of the sad plight of the young pony boy earlier in the day. Poor Arno, what a hell his day had been! Was this to be the fate of the three friends? Would they ever be rescued? Whatever happened to 'Big Chief' and Alibaba. Was there any hope of help from them? What if Ignatius himself should escape, raise the alarm, and get help and release?

He could hear no one about! He crossed the room and opened a door that was ajar and looked out. It was an empty corridor. Should he take a chance? It was now or never. LETS GO FOR IT !

Ignatius stepped nude into the corridor, looking both left and right. Both ways were identical. Nothing to lose, he turned to the right and set off quickly, quietly and naked. The corridor twisted and wound this way and that. So many forks and passageways led off from each side. Great multitude of doors on either side. There was not one single window to be seen. The floor, walls, doors and ceiling were all painted snow white. No clocks: indeed the whole of the Zelamir Pueros Slave Training Academy as devoid of all timepieces and windows. Yes, the vast establishment was well ventilated, but not by open windows.

Eventually he came to a T-junction. Should he turn left or right? Yes, indeed, he was in an amazing maze but, as yet the lad was unaware of that.

On and on the naked youth ran, his testicles and penis swinging in rhythm with every step: just like the pendulum of a clock. What an erotic sight to view! His beautiful long, smooth white legs pounding in perfect synchrony with the lovely, long white arms like the pistons of a steam locomotive! Indeed his bony chest was heaving up and down and he puffed like a steam engine as the adrenalin coursed through his veins. What beauty! What glory! What majesty!

A thought struck him! Every corridor and passageway ended in a T-junction! Did that mean, as yet, he had not found the corridor or passageway that led to an exit door: or, did he have to open the doors he had passed?

Christiaan by this time had refreshed himself in the shower; had a good meal, had a briefing from Zelamir Pueros on what was expected from him while giving these VIPs a grand tour of the premises. Plus a change of uniform. However he still wore his slave collar showing his rank and status.

Zelamir Pueros gave him a file of notes and information that would be useful. Christiaan was first to select seven super splendid special young slave boys to be entourage for his and the VIPs use.

Zelamir Pueros took hold of Christiaan's head with both hands. He said, "You're a fine fellow. Wonderful, magical, marvelous young man. I wish it were in my power to purchase you and your other two friends; or to release or help you in some way. Alas it is not." He then kissed Christiaan affectionately and whispered very quietly, "Your only hope… your only hope is…!"

Zelamir Pueros pulled himself together quickly and abruptly. Then with a loud and abrupt tone snapped at Christiaan. "Go to the harem now and select seven slender, seductive, succulent, splendid super striplings and be about your business. I will have refreshments sent down to the lobby by the entrance to the induction center. I will advise the VIPs to meet you there."

Christiaan assessed the situation. He bowed reverently and respectably and said with a firm voice, "Yes, most gracious Master. I will see that your name is honored and nothing occurs to bring disrespect or dishonor to this establishment." With that he was gone in haste to the harem to select seven boys.

He swept into the department confidently, but not arrogantly, assured, but not presumptuous. Yes, today he was enjoying the fullest and highest privileges for a common slave to have. However, he was fully aware that tomorrow he may be on the bottom of the pile. Even in the stables or kennels. His thoughts turned to Arno and Ignatius. I suppose they are now chained to a wall or in a cage with tears quietly and privately trickling down their cheeks!

Several slave boys near the entrance prostrated themselves on their faces at his feet as he approached, to express their homage, submission and obedience. Christiaan was not proud. He would not cause any embarrassment either. He quickly and quietly passed them by with a gentle, "Thank you boys, that was very good. Up you get now."

He quickly found the head eunuch in charge and told him his business. "Sir! Select seven slender, seductive, succulent, splendid super striplings please for my entourage. Ready for all and any type of service. Perhaps have them each fitted with a decorative neck collar but nothing else."

"Very good! We had better choose them from those who have no responsibilities this evening. Follow me to the recreation room."

In this room there were about one hundred and fifty naked nude boys playing various board games like chess etc. Various activities were being enjoyed. Those slaves that were not owned by the establishment must make the most of this, because once slaves are sold, or have finished their time here they would never have this type of thing again. As mentioned before, here the routine was holistic. A slave must be healthy in every aspect of mind and body. Therefore there must be a balance between mental work, labor, exercise… in every twelve hours, a slave would have an hour's workout in the gymnasium… sport, discipline, selective training and recreation.

The guard in charge of the recreation room shouted, "Attention!" Every slave boy froze on the spot. Christiaan explained what he needed to the guard and the guard gave a further command. "Single file in order of height; one arms length apart. MOVE!"

Christiaan started at the end of the queue of boy's where the tallest were. The first lad was about five feet nine inches [1.75 m] tall, far too big for what Christiaan had in mind. He slowly and deliberately moved along the file, his face was stern and hard. He must be politically correct. He looked into the eyes of each child. Some were filled with fear and terror. Some seemed quite emotionless. Some vacant and empty. Some looked back as if they would ask for pity or request relief or help. Some were sad. Others hopeful or hopeless.

Of course the advantage of being in a place with no visible clocks or watches, you did not have to keep to time. Because as far as the slaves were concerned, there was no such thing. YES! They were often beaten and ordered to be quicker and get more done, but not against the clock.

As Christiaan moved along the rank, he touched, smoothed, or stroked each slave. Not one showed any sign that he was being touched. Each, without exception, remained passive, submissive and obedient. He fondled testicles, smoothed buttocks, stroked arms and legs, licked chests, felt backs and inspected muscles. No matter what, there was not one flinch or flicker of an eyelid in response. They had no such thing as modesty, self respect or self esteem. That had either been bred out of them, disciplined out of them, or beaten out of them.

Eventually, Christiaan arrived to where the boys were about four feet six inches [1.37 m] tall. He turned to the Eunuch, and guard in charge of the recreation room. "I will select seven from this size. The rest can stand down." Those that he had already looked at were given permission to return to their games.

Christiaan continued, "I require seven soft, decorative collars for these sumptuous little darling pets, please. Ah! This lovely black specimen. Wow! What a delightful dark dream! I think a pure fluffy white collar please. Plus a large white bunny tail on the coccyx." [One]

"I like this, [Two] Ginger hair, bright blue eyes, freckles across the nose and top of cheeks. Skin pure white like milk. Neither spot nor blemish to be seen. Yes I like it. Light tan collar I think, please, with brass studs."

Christiaan then asked the boy, "Do you have a name, child, or just a number?"

The reply was, "If it please you Sir, my name is Penis Sucker. It is also my profession. I am trained to specialize in giving the maximum pleasure and satisfaction to my Master's clients by sucking in the most sensual manner."

[Three] "Definitely, yes! This beautiful, bonny, bony, blond boy. Lovely long curly blond hair to the shoulders. Pure sky blue eyes. Perfect skinny little body. Soft, silky, shiny skin. Sinewy, supple, sublime. Wow, these ribs look as if they will come through his skin! You can count them easily enough. Spindly legs and slender arms. Broad black velvet collar, please, perhaps with gold ornate margin. Thanks."

Christiaan then asked the boy, "Do you have a name child, or just a number?"

The reply was, "If it please you Sir, my name is Sexy Boy."

Which magnificent creature next? [Four]. "I like this lovely buff-colored half-caste with his mass of fuzzy hair. How pretty and cute. It had better smile and appear to be happy while it is on duty with me this evening. Obviously I shall submit to you a written report on all seven of these slave boys. I may give you a directive to administer maximum punishment for any and the least displeasure any of them give me."

Christiaan suddenly lunged at the buff-colored skin and tan-colored hair that stood before him and snarled, "Boy, you have been warned! I will NOT be defied nor tolerate the least infringement of any rules or regulations."

[Five] "The black Indian cane boy that was pleased to be cruel to Ignatius on our admission to the induction center!"

The little lad immediately burst into tears. He fell at Christiaan's feet begging and imploring for mercy, complete with the usual kissing and licking. "Please forgive me and have mercy on me as Ignatius did?" Christiaan took hold of an arm and lifted the child to its feet. "Yes, I will extend clemency to you and freely forgive you, too." Then turning to one of the slaves he had already selected he said, "Go, get a cloth and wash his face and a second one to dry it." He then, addressing the eunuch and guard, said, "I will take this one also. Please fit it with a green collar of pastoral hue."

"With all due respect Sir, but this wretch is on a disciplinary?"

"Yes I know he is. However, he will be a very good boy for me tonight."

Then turning to the lad and ruffling his hair he asked, "Wont you?"

The little chap looked at Christiaan through tear-filled eyes and smiled, "Yes Sir, I wont let you down. I will make you proud of me tonight, I promise."

"Right, [Six] Hmm! This adorable, admirable darling with a nice broad, developed chest. Should he survive and become a fully mature adult, he will be a very big strong, muscular man."

Christiaan opened the little lad's mouth and inserted his fingers. Then he turned the child around and massaged the buttocks and levered them apart. There to view was the little anal orifice. It was obvious that there had been previous visitors! "Do you have a name, or just a number, Young Sex Slave?"

"If it please you Sir, my name is Anal Licker. It is also the main specialty of my work here."

Christiaan commented, "Time must be going on. Must not make VIPs wait. [Seven] This thing looks as if it will be submissive and obedient. I like the fear and terror on its face. Obviously a tender, sensitive animal. Bought in recently I would suggest?"

"You're very astute Sir. Yes, it was only bought in yesterday. It was free born. However, the parents got into financial difficulties and all sorts of trouble. As you can see he is a thoroughbred Arab. Indeed he was born and brought up in the posh part of this city."

Christiaan bent down and got eyeball-to-eyeball contact with the terrified boy. "What's your name Little Man?"

With a sob, splutter and a wail he replied, "Abdul. But I have been told I am not allowed to use it anymore. I will be beaten if I do. I do so hate this place and life. I wish I were dead or they would kill me."

Christiaan enfolded the little boy in his arms and cuddled him all up. "I know exactly how you feel, son. I was abducted. Two of my friends and I were kidnapped from a country a long way away and brought here. However, there is nothing we can do about it. I cannot offer you any hope. The situation is hopeless. My friends and I are expecting to be auctioned off at the next slave market sale. What we have to do is to think and look for the best way to make the best out of the worst situation."

"Now you and I can be friends today. I want for you to help me, please. I want for you to be a big, brave boy. Make your mum and dad be proud of you. I want for you to look after me and hold my hand all evening, please. Do you think you could do this very important job for me, please?"

The Arab boy nodded, "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

Christiaan turned to the slave he had ordered to wash the Indian cane-boy's face. He was instructed to clean this one now.

He stood up, and collected his seven slaveboys together. The others were all dismissed. Christiaan explained what was expected of them in their duties, again stressing severe penalties for the least failure or displeasure caused. Collars fitted, they set off to the lobby by the entrance to the induction center

Arno is sobbing his heart out, aching all over, especially his anal orifice! Safely locked away for a few hours in his steel cage.

Ignatius is still going around in circles in the labyrinth of corridors and passages, unaware of the fact that he is the victim of brain washing therapy. His every step is being watched by camera. There is only one-way in and out, through the department he was in. OR IS IT?

Chapter Thirty Three

Ponies that had been settled for the night occupied some of the stalls. One or two were deeply asleep and snoring loudly. The vast majority of the stalls were empty. Where were these ponies? Either having a workout over in the gymnasium. Perhaps some lesson in the education block. Possibly discipline. Christiaan had come this way with an ulterior motive; to get a glimpse of Ignatius. He was nowhere to be seen.

He saw a naked slave youth cleaning out a stall and called him over. The slave boy fell at Christiaan's feet and paid homage. "The pony boy Ignatius. Where is it?" Christiaan asked.

"Sir, if it please you Sir, I have no idea!"

"No, it does not please me!" snorted Christiaan. "Find out for me at once."

The slave boy scuttled off.

As they sauntered on through the stables, they saw a pony boy slave in some distress. Its cane boy had reported that it had not defecated for three days. The lad was instructed to bring its pony to the enema drain.

The cane boy brought its slave pony boy out of the stall by its collar and chain, and over to the drain which consisted of a large whole in the ground covered by a steel grill. The whole immediate area was tiled for easy cleaning and sterilization.

The pony was made to stand astride the grating. His legs were firmly secured by chains to two metal rings on either side of the unit. The chains were very taught. To stop the pony from overbalancing his wrists were secured to a spreader bar; this, in turn, was attached to chains that were pulled up tightly above his head… he now looks like a capital X. In his mouth is a penis gag bit, making it impossible to understand any of the noises that came from the miserable wretch. One of the guards said to the cane boy. "Why is this creature making such a noise and fuss? Go and get me a whip so that I may teach it to be quiet."

The VIPs with Christiaan and the seven little nude slave boys gathered round to watch. The naked youth tried to explain that he has defecated every day as usual. The reason it had not been logged on his health sheet was because the cane boy was off somewhere when he functioned. The mess was cleared away by one of the slave boy stable cleaners, so the cane boy never knew. Slaves were never allowed to speak under any circumstances. Well that is the theory! What happened when there was no one about? Thus the cane boy was not informed.

The Arabian VIP went forward to have a closer view of the naked youth spread-eagled there. "You are indeed very beautiful. Very interesting features, strong body, slender but shapely limbs. I am here to purchase a pony boy for my country's government."

"We want an American that can be used in a public relations exercise. The idea is to display it in public so our citizens can vent their hatred for the West on him and, thus divert attention from our President. There is much political and civil unrest at home at the moment. Yes, Zelamir Pueros must be requested to put you in the next auction"

He then turned to Christiaan and said, "Request Zelamir Pueros to put this creature in the auction. If the price is right, I may purchase this animal myself. It would be a good status symbol for me. It could be used to convey my children to school. Plus they could use the creature as a toy and plaything when they are at home. My family are as anti-American as anyone else in Arabia."

Christiaan courteously replied. "Most Honorable Sir. Your comments and request will be duly recorded in my report, and be assured that Zelamir Pueros will be advised of your request. Having said that, may I respectfully advise you that this pony boy slave is NOT American. You expressed your interest in possibly purchasing Ignatius as an American pony boy. He is not American either, nor am I, nor Arno. There is not one single American on these premises."

"No matter. No one at home will know the difference. They will not have the opportunity to speak to anyone. Plus, if they are not American, then the US government will not bother to take any interest in them. So that is good. Yes, I think I will bid for this sniveling wretch. I shall enjoy beating it, and visiting it in its stall at night! Ha ha!"

The VIP ran his hands freely over the complete body and limbs of the slave pony boy. Gently he fondled the testicles and massaged the penis. Needless to say this was followed by an erection. He sighed in response to the silky, soft, smooth skin. Lovely firm muscles were so sensual. Yet, how tender and supple it felt. He commentated, "What a loveable, pitiful brute it is! Look at those lovely eyes so full of sadness and dejection. Do you hear the noises it is making? I verily think it would speak to me if he could. I am sure and certain he wants to say something he thinks is important and relevant to the present situation. As if he would ask for mercy, clemency and pity. Well you are NOT going to get any!"

Just as the VIP was about to put his hand forth to touch its hair and smooth the face. The cane boy returned with whip. The slaveboy's face filled with terror and his eyes with fear. He pulled back on his restraints and his head moved away from the VIP.

The VIP was furious. "What! How dare you recoil from me?"

The guard apologized to the VIP. "Most Honorable Sir. Please accept my most sincere and full apology for such misconduct. The animal was going to be given a couple of strokes with the whip. Please will you except the penalty of two lashes to the creature. Two plus two is four. Would you care to administer four very full powered strokes? One across the buttocks, another to the back, third stroke across the abdomen, last to the chest."

"Yes, thank you. I shall be only to pleased to oblige."

The medical team arrived to give the enema. It was explained that he was now going to be given four lashes with the whip. The administration of the enema would follow that. The tube would be inserted up the anal orifice. After the intestines were filled with fluid, the pony was to retrain the contents of his bowels until permission was granted to empty them. If he relieved himself without permission an extra seven lashes with the whip would be given.

The pony boy just nodded. He tensed his body ready for the impact of the whip. Everybody stepped back not to interfere with the swing of the whip. Christiaan and Abdul moved way back. Christiaan took his things from the boy. He cuddled the little lad and spoke to him. "You're a good boy. Now here is another little job for you. Go over to the little black Indian boy and change places with him. Send him back here to me."

CRACK went the first lash of the whip on the ponies bare buttocks. The muscles went into spasm where the lash struck. The whole body shook and trembled.

The little black Indian boy came running back to Christiaan. Christiaan put his hands out to him. The lad stretched out his arms and threw himself onto Christiaan. "I am here," he said all excitedly and enthusiastically. "Do you want to enjoy my lovely, slender, beautiful body, Master? Will I pleasure you? Do you want to enter into my mystical glory? I am all yours. I am here for the fulfillment of your joy and pleasure."

CRACK went the second lash of the whip on the pony's bare back. The whole body shook and trembled.

Christiaan enfolded the little naked black Indian boy in his arms and cuddled him all up. "No, but thanks. I am not a Sodomite. Having said that, I want something from you. I will do something for you, if you do something for me?"

"Sounds good. What's in it for me?"

"I have to submit a report on all seven of you little slave boys from the harem. If it is not satisfactory, punishment will be administered."

"Sir! We have all been good, haven't we?"

"As far as you are concerned, I have three options. First: BAD! Second: GOOD! Third: excellent, exemplary conduct and service. May I respectfully suggest and recommend that this slave,s misconduct be graciously forgiven and he be fully restored to his former position of privilege. Indeed I am sure and convinced he deserves to be promoted and will prove an invaluable slave."

CRACK went the third lash of the whip on the ponies' bare abdomen. The whole body shook and trembled.

"Wow! Yes please, Sir, the third option: BUT what can I offer you in return? I can only give you my lovely little boy's body to enjoy. I am delightful in a mans arms."

"I have already told you I am not a Sodomite. What I want is some information you have. You were punished and demoted because you said I had a friend. You mentioned a name?"

"I know nothing! Slaves are not allowed to speak unless they are addressed. Sometimes we overhear things that we are not supposed to hear. Sometimes when safe and possible, we do speak to each other. Stories and gossip are always rife."

Christiaan gently nibbled his ear. He whispered kindly and affectionately, "Now nibble my ear and whisper what you have heard."

CRACK went the fourth lash of the whip on the ponies' bare chest. The whole body shook and trembled.

Cautiously, the little black Indian child commenced. "Your friends, Big Chief and Alibaba have, or had, hopes of purchasing all three of you friends and giving you back to your parents. They have dangerously risked life and limb to make indirect contact with your families to raise funds in order to bid for you at auction. All three families have contacted the police. Plus all three families said, NO!"

With that, the slave boy who had been mucking out came back from his master with the reply to Christiaan's errand that he had been sent on. He prostrated himself at Christiaan's feet.

Christiaan gave him permission to speak. "If it please you Sir, my Master said that Ignatius is in the Psychological Therapeutic Department, and is expected to be there for three or five days. Perhaps more. He is expected to be clean and healthy and ready for the Brothel Evening next week."

"Brain wash poor Ignatius," thought Christiaan. he dismissed the slave and told him to get back to his work.

Christiaan thanked the black Indian child and they moved forward to join the others. The Indian boy and Abdul exchanged places again. Abdul looked up into Christiaans' face and gave him a huge smile. The warm expression was reciprocated.

Christiaan looked at the slave pony. His abdomen was quite extended. The Iranian VIP took pleasure and delight in applying pressure to the abdomen. This greatly increased the pain and discomfort. Eventually the slave could not hold the bowel contents any longer. Out it all splashed: a great deluge!

The VIP said. "You said I could inflict the seven lashes of the whip if he relieved himself without permission. Kindly pass me the whip, please. Then secure it to a training stool and as it is now, empty, clean and lubricated: I will fill it!"

Christiaan said, "Most Honorable Sir, please excuse me, but we have a lot to get done, and we really do not have time for everything extra like this. I believe your business is purchase, not pleasure. Zelamir Pueros always charges for pleasure. You were, indeed, invited to administer four lashes. You were not given the offer of the further seven. You have not been given the invitation to satisfy your sexual appetite with this unfortunate pony boy. If you do as you wish, as I am a slave under the jurisdiction of Zelamir Pueros, I shall be obliged in loyalty to my Master to enter this in my report. Your actions will be chargeable to your respective governments. It is indeed disrespectful and offensive, that Zelamir Pueros has gone to the trouble of supplying each of you with two home-bred delightful, delectable, delicate darlings."

"They have been brought up, and trained thoroughly each day to realize, experience and know no other type of life than the whole point of life is to fulfill the gratification, desire and pleasure of the adult male. To them it is quite perfectly natural. They have never known any other kind of existence. I am hoping, Sir, we may even get to see Professor Istari, the head surgeon in operation. He is working late in the theater in the medical unit. We have other places to go before we get there. Next, we must pass through the kennels, hopefully, quickly and without delay"

"All right!" he grunted. They left without further ado and went to the kennels.

On entering the kennels there were several puppy boys fastened on frames for the pleasure of the guard dogs and amusement of the guards and eunuchs. As the visitors were looking at the sights, Christiaan went to the steel cage where Arno was.

Arno was curled up in the fetal position. His whole body shook violently with sobs. He wore his collar and on his hands were stiff canvas gloves. This did not inhibit the blood flow, but it did mean it was absolutely impossible to use either his fingers or hands. No, not paws just yet!

Christiaan put his hand through the bar and affectionately ruffled his friend's hair. There was no response. Christiaan then sent Abdul to ask a eunuch if the compartment could be opened so that he could put his head in. The eunuch obliged.

Christiaan pushed himself into the cage and, snuggling up to his old friend said, "Arno, my good friend. Things may be better tomorrow. With this fickle lot we could so easily just change places."

Christiaan pushed his arms into the two adjacent cages and in a gentle, friendly manner, stroked the pup on the one side and smoothed the one on the other side. They seemed to respond to the small act of simple sympathy and kindness. He put his lips to Arno's ear and whispered. "All is not lost just yet. It is far too dangerous for me to risk saying anything now or here. Keep your pecker up old mate. Your mum, dad and family are well." Arno opened his eyes wide!

Christiaan was gone.

The whole department was, as usual, the epitome of pain, misery, affliction and suffering. Non-stop crying and moaning mingled with the sound of steel doors, chains and whips. The inmates ranged from slave boys who were fresh brought in from the market, or just been sent in by their respective Mistress or Master, to those who had undergone surgical modifications, and severe harsh training. As Christiaan had completed what he had wanted to do in the kennels, he moved the group that he was responsible for on, through and out.

It was noticeable; such was the natural beauty and aura of Christiaans' wonderful warm character and nature. Whereas Abdul all the time had been holding Christiaans' hand: now each of the VIPs were holding the hands of their little naked slave boys'. Yes, the goodness and kindness of Christiaan was infectious. They all moved out of the kennels and on to the next department.

Chapter Thirty Four
All's well that ends well !

"The aim is for a woman to give birth each eleven months. Should she not conceive in two years, she is sold off. Likewise after two miscarriages she will be disposed of. The baby is breast fed for the first month, and then put on to a bottle. Physical contact with the baby, infant and small child is of paramount importance. Each mother has several boys around her twenty-four hours a day. Not the same boys. Each boy may be there for only one hour a week. The thing is, that the little one grows up seeing, knowing, accepting and understanding that being nude, caressed, cuddled and made a fuss of by boys and men is the normal way of life. They grow up realizing that males enjoying themselves and each other is the proper, every-day way of life that everyone indulges in. To them there is nothing unusual or abnormal in this behavior. Without exception, every child sleeps nude with an older naked boy. After all, it is nature's way."

"The next block to it is the medical department. That, of course, is where our head surgeon, Professor Istari, carries out his marvelous, incredible work. Modifications: amputations and castrations all come under his jurisdiction. He really is a genius with the scalpel. He would be able to name you each of the five hundred and thirty seven muscles of the human body. Obviously, if a slave needed surgery such as a hernia or appendicitis, he would do that."

"Next row over there is the Department of Correction… in reality, dungeons and torture chambers. You name it; that is where it is done. Lessons in discipline are also in that department. Slave boys practice how to move and flaunt their bodies in the most delightful and seductive ways. Best way to excite a customer or master in some erotic manner or fashion. Various ways to suck a penis, lick an anal orifice, stroke, smooth or tickle to please. How to fondle others or position themselves for fondling. Your own imagination will tell you about the curriculum."

"Oh yes, the annex to the left of the building is divided into two sections. In the one is branding. The other section is for tattooing. Both sections have the same selection of frames to secure the slave on. Obviously no anesthetics are administered. No, not even to amputees. There is to those having surgery during the operation in the theater, but not afterward. The pain they have to endure afterward defies description. You probably know an amputee gets phantom pains for over a year?"

"As we look further round. That block over there is education both physical and academic with swimming pools, gymnasium fully equipped. Some boys do astonishing gymnastic displays. A few even do contortions. Over the back there are football pitches and running tracks, etc."

"With the academics, of course, it is very limited. Home-bred slaves are never told that there is anything on the other side of the boundary walls. It comes as a terrible shock to them if and when they go outside for some reason: such as being sold out, or becoming a pony boy, or transferred to some other outside activity."

"There is an example for you now. Look over there where the guard is just opening the gates. Three little cane boys leading out their pony boys and carts with chain. Notice the little bare boys are chained to their ponies' collars. They will be like that all night."

"A dozen or so naked boys are collared, or yoked and chained. You note, however, the slave boys have good footwear and are wearing hard hats with lamps. They have shovels and sacks in the carts. See!. there are half a dozen big men as overlords with whips. They are going up into the mountains. The slave boys will go down into the caves."

"There they will spend all night shoveling up the droppings, the dung, from the bats that live there. They will bag it up and bring it back early in the morning. Some will be sold in the local market and some put on the gardens here. It makes good fertilizer. The foul stink of ammonia and decay in the caves defies description. There are millions of cockroaches and other creepy crawly things as well in there as you can well imagine."

"As we look further round, that is the harem, next to the private dwelling of Zelamir Pueros. The boys in the harem do very nicely, thank you. Indeed, you can ask these seven special, slender, sweet, succulent, scented specimens that we have here. Well, not Abdul here with me, because he has only just been bought in. Obviously he would much rather be home with his mum and dad."

"The harem boys obviously have a well-balanced daily routine. Priority number one is to keep them in good shape, both in general health and physical shape and deportment. The skin has to be absolutely in perfect, tiptop condition at all times. Should any boy's skin and physical appearance fail to be A-1 plus, he is moved out immediately. Cells are really nice. Needless to say, sometimes they are in cages, and at other times in some form of restraint."

"Most honorable Sirs, which direction shall we go in?"

Christiaan was surprised by the reply. "These dear delightful delectable darlings have been supplied for our free enjoyment didn't you say? Right, we have had enough for today. Take us now to the residence of Zelamir Pueros. We are ready for dinner. We look forward to your musical recital. After dinner while you play for us, we shall take our pleasure and fill of these little sweets."

Christiaan bowed respectfully to them. He took his portfolio from Abdul and sent the little lad on to advise Zelamir Pueros that they were on their way. When they arrived they were invited to shower and dress in something less formal, such as a loose robe that could easily be discarded or partially opened. Christiaan likewise showered and changed. The six little slave boys also showered but returned with the same collars and the black ebony boy with his white bobtail. Christiaan returned in a fabulous black evening dinner suit… white gentleman's dress shirt with black dickey bow. He was absolutely stunning.

Everyone commented. They would never believe he was a common slave. He would definitely make a good price at market. Should he be sold in his birthday suit or a suit like this? Prince Jacques, who had now arrived suggested some photographs should be taken of Christiaan so that potential buyers could see what he looked like spruced up. This was agreed upon.

Greenfrog, as usual, snuggled up next to his Master, Zelamir Pueros and could not take his eyes off Christiaan. He noticed and went over to it. He bent down and gently patted the creature and then spoke kindly, "You poor little thing. You have already enjoyed yourself one night in bed with Arno and me. The Master will find you something else to amuse you tonight". (Hopefully!)

The dinner table was being prepared. Picture, if you will, a large capital O. This is the shape of the table. The center is hollow like the letter. On the inner edge of this circular table, there are smooth shaped U's cut in. At the top of each U a bar can be fixed. Steel bars support this inner part of the table. Between the bars are deep foam cushions designed for long kneeling.

A procession of most beautiful, adorable, naked angelic boys' is brought in. Indeed one of the VIPs commented, "Wow! Where did you get them from? Did you have to go up to heaven?"

Each boy was taken into the middle of the table, his head placed in a U and the bar fixed to keep his head firmly in place. The wrists were manacled firmly in place to the steel bar. Obviously they knelt comfortably on the cushions provided. They had been given plenty of liquid over the past two days in order to keep their kidneys functioning and their skin and blood healthy. However, they had not been fed. They were absolutely ravenous.

Zelamir Pueros sat in his grand chair. On his right, the seat of honour, respect and second in command, was Prince Jacques. Greenfrog occupied the seat on the left. Next to the frog was Christiaan, then Abdul. The three VIPs sat with their toys one on each side of them. Those seated on the outside of the table would be fed well as a multitude of naked slave boy's served them and saw to their every need.

The poor little slave boys in the center that were really starving had nothing. Yet it was permissible, if anyone felt so inclined, to have pity and feed a morsel to those staring, pleading, begging eyes.

YES! You guessed right. It was not that long before those near Christiaan had to refuse tidbits because they had been given so much. In all fairness, when these little slave boys were later taken away, I do not think any of them were hungry.

Prince Jacques announced that they would adjourn from the table.

The VIPs were invited to lounge on couches in the music room and take full advantage of and enjoy the little playthings that had been provided for their pleasure, satisfaction, delight and amusement.

So Christiaan commenced his recital and the VIPs commenced their pleasure.

Abdul sat next to Christiaan, just in case he should need a drink or some such trivia. The six little naked sex slave boys from the harem commenced and continued their role in life. Paired to each of the three VIPs they snuggled up to their Masters of that evening with the sole intent of pleasing them as much as possible. Their soft tender naked bodies, pulsating with life and vitality, thrust themselves toward their masters. They kissed, cuddled and caressed with no inhibitions or embarrassment.

The one dignitary gasped and puffed to Sexy Boy, "You dear little thing. You dear darling dear."

The nude little lad whispered sensually in reply, softly in his ear, "I think, being very sincere, without a leer, or a tear, you are a dear deer, too, dear." Then, moving from the upper part of the body, he loosened the garments and said, "This dear deer's dowcets need attention!" (Dowcets is the correct term for a deer's testicles.) With that, he slowly and gently took hold of the VIPs genitals and tickled them. The VIP lay back with his eyes closed and groaned with ecstasy and delight. The engorged penis throbbed violently with anticipated action!

ARNO was now sound asleep, dreaming of tea and cakes in the garden at home, with mum and dad, Ignatius and Christiaan. By now the vast majority of the slaves were sound asleep. They had forgotten that there was a cursed thing called life. For a short while, servitude, the whip, and the masters' commands did not exist.

However, the night would soon pass. Misery and a cursed life would soon be a reality again. Some slaves would be wakened and moved to a more convenient position to satisfy a guard. Of course, not all slaves slept at the same time. Some functions like tutorials and torture were on a twenty-four hour cycle. So if it was your turn, you were rudely awakened and taken to that department. It depended were you were on the rota. The slave itself had no way of knowing if, when, why, or where.

Ignatius was now weary and tired with tramping the labyrinth of endless passageways and corridors. "Was there no way out? He must try some doors. This next one will do," he thought. "As good as any!" He quietly opened the door and went in.

It was so sterile! Everything was white and clean and pure. In the center of the room was a table. Or was it a bed? Laid upon it was the naked body of a youth. Hair same color as his. Snow white skin the same as his also. Look at those eyes? Ignatius spoke to the lad, but there was not the least response.

Then he touched the torso and smoothed it. Yes, it was warm, soft and smooth and silky skin, the same as his! He started to stroke the arms and legs. Ah! Yes here was a difference from himself. Muscle wastage. The arms and legs were thin. The muscle tone was appalling.

Ignatius felt the complete body as if to examine all five hundred and thirty seven muscles that the human body has, complete with the two hundred and eight bones. He looked upon the sad state of the boys bare body. He was moved with compassion and started to cry. His tears fell upon the cheeks of the one lying there so limp, lifeless and helpless. He put his lips to those of this forlorn slave and kissed him tenderly.

No, he was not dead. He noticed the slow, but systematic rise and fall of the chest."This is really uncanny!" said Ignatius to the comatos boy. "You are me!"

Ignatius decided to open the lad's eyes to see the dilation of the pupils. As he did so, he addressed him. "Ignatius! Ignatius! Will you please open your eyes and speak to me?"

As he gently opened the eyes of the unconscious youth, he heard voices from the adjacent room. He went to the door and listened carefully. Who was talking and what were they saying? "Ignatius! Ignatius! Ignatius!" With fear, trembling and trepidation, he opened the door and went in.

"Ignatius! Ignatius! Ignatius!" arose a chorus of voices with surprise joy and delight. "Praise be to God, you have come back to us."

Ignatius looked with astonishment and disbelief at those around him. "Mum, dad, Christiaan, Arno! What are all you doing here?" Everyone was crying, or at least had tears in their eyes. Mum bent over him. Her tears fell upon his cheeks as she kissed his face.

Ignatius spoke with a horse whisper. "Where am I? What is going on?"

"You're in the high dependency ward in the hospital. You were involved in a car accident. Mr. Mohamed was very kindly giving you a lift home from the gymnasium after your work out. There was a terrible crash."

Ignatius mumbled, "I killed Mohamed, broke his neck with my bare hands!"

"Of course you didn't dear, it was not your fault. The dear man had a brain hemorrhage as he was driving you home. Sadly he went unconscious and the car passed a red light. Yes, he died of a broken neck as a result of the pile up; but that was not your fault."

"Oh yes, ambulance. I remember that! Those men in the ambulance … … … (Long pause!} I do not know now what is fact and what is fiction. What is reality, what is fantasy? They caught hold of my penis and stuck needles in me."

"The paramedics saved your life at the scene of the accident. Gave you intravenis, and catheterized you. You owe your life to them"

Ignatius turned his attention to Christiaan and Arno. "You went for a swim in the river?"

"We represented our country in an international swimming competition. Arno won a gold medal for diving, I won a gold medal for swimming. Look, both the medals are there on your locker. We have both given them to you. When we brought them in for you, we both promised you that if you would wake up soon, you could keep them. You have. So they are both yours now."

Ignatius turned his head to admire the trophies and express his gratitude and appreciation of the kindness expressed to him.

Arno took hold of the his hand of and said, "Oh, Ignatius we all have so greatly missed you. The medals are nothing compared with the joy of know that you are on the mend now."

Ignatius looked at Arno with a strange look of disbelief and bewilderment. With a weak voice he said, "P… Pu… Puppy?"

Arno's face lit up with delight. "Yes, I have a new puppy. I have brought him in several times to see you. I have not brought him in today: but I did yesterday. There were no medical staff about so we put him on the bed next to you and put your hand on his head. To our astonishment your hand moved on him. There was a response, so we knew that you were beginning to come back to us."

Ignatius turned to Christiaan, "You have done well?"

"Yes thanks. I have done well. Distinctions in all my exams. One hundred per cent in languages and music. I have the honor, distinction and privilege of being "Head Boy' this year."

"Pony?"

"Yes, Ignatius," said his dad, "I have bought a new pony for you. He is waiting for you to hurry up and get better and look after him."

"Thanks dad. I promise faithfully to look after him kindly, carefully, thoughtfully and gently. Just like Christiaan."

"Christiaan?" came the response!

Ignatius did not reply. The group let the comment pass.

Ignatius whispered, "Morocco?"

"Well, yes. We had intended to go to Morocco for our holidays, but as you were so ill in hospital, we had to forgo it."

"Professor Istari and Zelamir Pueros?"

"Yes they are the consultants who have saved your life. They must be duly thanked accordingly next time they do a ward round. Also of course Prince Jacques who is the Charge Nurse who is responsible for this unit."

With that, a black Indian male nurse came to the bedside. He expressed his delight and pleasure at seeing Ignatius now out of his coma. Ignatius looked at him and faintly said, "Cane Boy."

"No, not 'Cane Boy'. How many times do I have to tell you, 'Canby'. I have been responsible for giving you your blanket bath each day. Now, I am requesting all you good folk to leave so Ignatius can rest. Come in tomorrow as usual. I am certain that you will find him even a bit stronger in that short time. You go home now in that certain knowledge that he is out of the coma and on the mend."

They all arose, gave Ignatius a kiss and loving embrace and left the room. Mum said, "I see I shall have to do some baking. You will, hopefully, soon be discharged now. We will celebrate with tea and cake on the lawn!"

They looked back through the open door. His eyes did not follow them. However, a tear did rise in his eye. It rolled down his nose and fell onto the pillow. Christiaan closed the door.

The End

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