Skrimshaw

The Scholarship Boy

An Asian Tale

Chapter I

I don't know if it's the diet or genetics but puberty is delayed and proceeds at a slower pace here, so boys are active and attractive from about 10 years to 16 or 17. Certainly their young minds are totally free from that particularly Western concept… Guilt! It is a fact that some of these boys find it both amusing and financially rewarding to share the beds of foreign tourists and many like minded locals. In effect they sell their pubescent bodies. When a bit old for such games, some go a bit further, they sell their pubescent younger brothers!!! This is a tale of one such from a friend, told one lunchtime in an alcohol-induced bout of total honesty…

I first met Jasri some five years before, a lusty and compliant teenager, he was introduced by a local Pedi cab driver who had a sideline in pimping his neighbour's young boys. At that time I only visited the city on a monthly business trip and the boy formed a nice a la carte of sex after a hard days meetings. The more so as he had a penchant for rather rougher and dirty sex than is usual in the local rent. He really got off on being tied up, whipped and similarly abused and on one occasion Mr. Sam shared the session and greatly broadened my horizons of such possibilities. After several years he grew less attractive and I ceased to visit regularly for a while, though I occasionally met him and gave him a bonus for old times sake. Then I acquired an old wooden motor sailing cargo boat of local build and moderate size and moved aboard in semi retirement to enjoy the reefs and islands that lie off the port.

On one visit ashore for stores I met Jasri again, this time he had a tale of woe and minor financial ruin, the like of which is all too familiar to those of us who live in such places. Basically father pissed off some time ago, unforeseen hospital bills meaning no money to pay for little brother to continue Junior High School. Of course he was looking for a handout but there 'aint no such thing as a free lunch!!' First he offered me more extensive freedom to abuse his own body, but he really was past his sell by date, nice lad as he was!! He thought a while, and then offered his little brother! At this I pricked my ears up!

"How old was he?"

"13."

"Did he like sex?"

"Ooo Yes!"

"Did he have pubic hair yet and can he shoot?"

All very promising but all this was on offer any Saturday night on the seafront at minimal rates. I wanted more if I was going to invest!

"Would he play hard SM games like you did?"

So obviously there had been sibling dirty games going on, very promising!!

"You go back and ask him if he will play very hard with me, and be my slave boy when I need him and I will think about giving him a scholarship for school and a bit of help for mother OK?"

I gave Jasri 10$ [€6] encouragement and he went off beaming with delight and promises to text message me the answer.

I did not hear from him for a few days then Jasri contacted me with a text message.

Just reading this made my cock stiffen at the thought of such a willing a compliant slave! However I was not going to rush into this without more carefully testing the waters so I agreed to go and see the slut and mama next day and see if I could strike a deal.

Next day I met Jasri downtown and over a Coke we discussed the deal.

"Was Milo sure he wanted to play hard?"

"Did he understand what I liked to do?"

"Was he submissisive and obedient?"

All enthusiastic affirmatives!

"What about Mama? Did she understand? Was she going to make problems?"

Ok everybody in Asia has to save face!!! Then we talked money, no big demands by Western standards but big money here. I hesitated and expressed amazement that so small a boy could expect so much, then offered half! Jasri agreed rather too fast but what the hell.

"Before I agree I want to see Milo, make sure he's strong and healthy, and cute! Then I want to play with him as a test. If he's OK, we agree time and place you deliver him OK."

I also established that he could go to school in three months into second year, if we paid now and he sat the exam. So I offered a deal that he was compete slave for three months, then came to me every weekend and holiday if I was in town until end of Grade 9.

"You explain that to Milo and Mama, I see Milo naked in the house and check him out and Mama gets 50$ [€30] OK?"

It was.

"Then we do a test run at a hotel or someplace, if he performs ok then there's up to 100$ [€60], according to how much he'll willingly take. Then when you deliver him I give you another 200$ [€120] OK deal?"

We shook hands and set off in the Pedi cab Jasri used to make money for college.

The barrio they lived in was some way off, the streets got meaner and more crowded. For those that like such things, boys abounded. They came in all sizes and conditions and all shades of colouring from the lightest café au lait to the merest dash of cream. Some in proper school clothing, some working or playing in sarongs or light cotton tea shirt and pants, in various states of cleanliness and many quite ragged. Few wore sandals. The scene further enhanced by some bare chested working and sweating, and even the occasional flash of nude swimmers or boys washing in the communal wells along the way. All smiled a big hello…

As we went past the small harbour basin where the country cargo boats and local fishing boats dock I told Jasri to enter, he looked a bit sulky but Id decided to keep him in suspense. First we stopped by a group of around 20 nude swimmers, aged from about eight to fourteen, they ran and dived into the murky waters. The bolder ones were jumping or diving off the high forecastle of one of the bigger cargo boats. Their smooth brown bodies flashed wet in the sun, they smiled and joked, Id bet many would play too!!

Then we stopped by another cargo boat with a string of sweating stevedores loading rice up a steep gangplank. Two of them were very young about 12 or 13 but still shouldering a 25 kg [55 pounds] sack apiece. They were near naked wearing only a pair of ripped underpants and their filthy tee-shirts wrapped round their heads to keep off the sun and some of the dirt. Their lithe sun blackened bodies were streaked with sweat and filth and so very sexy! They stopped for a smoke and revealed cheeky cute faces under the tee-shirts. We joked a bit. Would they like to come and play with me? Yes of course! What would they do for 50$ [€30]? Have their bums whipped? Suck cock? Be fucked? For 50$ [€30] there appeared no limits!! I said well maybe I come and get you tomorrow after work and whip you cute little bums very hard for being cheeky OK? Peels of laughter but I noticed both were hard, their little cocks pushing out the worn fabric of their underpants! I slipped them 1$ [€0.60] for more cigarettes to their delight. Jasri was scowling, thinking no doubt he lost his trick… good!

We made our way off the main street on a dirty lane beside a small canal, filthy with rubbish and effluent. On the opposite bank a naked boy squatted with his back towards us, you could see his buttocks working as he squeezed a big turd out. We neared the seashore; the place was swarming with cute boys, and stopped outside a small decrepit house built on stilts. Mama welcomed us to go up stairs and sit on the veranda, inside it was obviously poor but squeaky clean and ordered. I had been cautioned by Jasri to only speak a little and let him negotiate, pleasantries ensued and strong black coffee brought. We were joined by three smaller boys, apparently siblings, they were filthy from playing in the mangrove and quite naked except for the traditional charm strings about narrow flat bellies. Very cute and sexy! They were shoed out to wash in the well at the side of the house. Jasri confirmed that Mama was more than happy to sell Milo to me on the condition that he worked hard and I liked him and clapped her hands and the potential slave boy came out of the back room where he had been waiting.

He was very hansom with longish curly hair and boyish but well defined body and a nice but nervous smile. He had been prepared carefully, he wore only a sarong low on the hips exposing a flat belly and upper pubis, he wore the same charm string as the younger brothers, his skin had been oiled with coconut oil and the heady scent wafted across to me. Behind his left ear was a scarlet hibiscus flower. He came across to me, shook my hand and then pressed his forehead to the grasped hand in the traditional greeting then squatted by my side, I ruffled his hair then ran my hand down the bony spine, he shivered slightly but was not afraid of my touch.

"So Milo, you like to come and work for me, work hard, and I help mama with school money"

That with a cheeky grin that was far from innocent!

"OK, first I need to see you are healthy and not embarrassed with me OK?"

The boy had been primed and stood up in front of me and unwound his sarong, let it drop round his ankles and stepped out of it. Completely naked, except for the string, he was stunning. Skin smooth, oiled and unblemished, evenly sun darkened all over. He was obviously used to playing and working naked. His buttocks were pert, thighs and chest well defined. The body was very boyish, but his neatly cut cock was developing nicely and balls hung low, there were just a few wisps of black pubes.

"Nice strong boy, seems like he will work very hard!"

Milo smirked and his cock thickened slightly. I opened his mouth to reveal strong white teeth with no sign of the all too common decay here; I smelt his breath, no trace of tobacco or even worse solvent abuse. Then I ran my hands down his flanks and turned him round.

"Spread your feet, and touch your toes!"

The boy did, I spread his arse cheeks and revealed a nice brown and pink pucker, not sign of being fucked over much or any skin problems. I swatted his bum and got a nice wriggle in response. I turned him round to face me.

"You smoke or sniff glue?"

"OK Milo, you are a cute and hansom boy, you sure you want to work hard, be submissive and obedient??"

Fair enough, so I risked a familiarity and squeezed his cock while Mama was not looking, instant reaction! He hurriedly pulled up his sarong and blushed!

"OK Milo, you can come with me tomorrow to my friend's island, have a swim and we will see if you work as hard as you say!" To Mama. "I try him out tomorrow, then if he is a good strong boy he can work for me until school starts then every weekend and holiday."

She was very happy, even happier when I gave her the envelope with the deposit of the agreed price for buying one of her sons.

Actually it was nearly a week before I had time to give Milo his slave boy audition. I needed to fix up a day to go to the island when nobody else was there and now it was the weekend. I also had some preparations to make! I received several plaintive text messages from Jasri.

I sent back "Patience! Tell Milo not to play with his cock. I want him very sexy!"

Then to their obvious relief I fixed the day. I do like a boy that's really keen!

"Jasri and Milo met me on the public beach and we chartered a local outboard power boat for the day. Milo was clad in shorts and tee shirt and was barefoot; he looked nervous; he probably had some inkling of what was coming from Jasri. I greeted him "Hello Milo, you feeling strong and sexy today because I am going to test you with hard play"

I told him to strip and give his clothes to Jasri; he did so without hesitation, there was already a gang of nude rubbish collecting boys swimming off the filth of the previous days work. Then while he swam unsuspectingly I told Jasri to send the Pedi cab home with Milo's clothes and meet us at dusk that evening. Jasri would take little bro home with any cash he had won through his endurance and submission. I had other plans for big bro too! When he realized he had been nearly abandoned wet and naked Milo looked devastated and tears filled his big brown eyes.

"Well slut boy, you going to run home to Mama like that or you coming with me to learn how to be an obedient little whore?"

He got into the boat and sat beautifully naked and shivering. I noticed with satisfaction that Jasri had supervised the plucking out of his pubes as instructed. The black charm string round his hips and flat belly accentuated his nudity and enhanced it. The boatman poked his boat boy in the ribs and smirked.

"You got a sexy little whore there Mister, hell have his bum in the air begging you to open him up before lunch I bet. Make a lovely little hooker in a couple of years, just pretty enough to make a lady boy!"

Milo was purple with embarrassment but we both noticed his flaccid cock was thickening. Jasri was smirking at all the dirty talk directed at little bro; it was turning him on too! The boatman resumed his verbal assault on the pubescent boy.

"Ooo! The little whore like dirty talk doesn't she? Can she suck my cock on the trip home?"

"What about me?" asked the boat boy; a lusty youth a couple of years older than Milo, burnt black by the sun and well muscled. "Maybe one each end? Ill be exhausted by then! Of course you might have both emptied your balls in each other by then, you've nothing else to do all day!"

They roared with laughter as the outboard spluttered to life and we creamed away from the beach. Milo was still very embarrassed, but his cock now fully hard, with a drop of pre cum glistening on the tip… he did like to talk dirty!

After just over an hour we made it to the dazzling white sand and turquoise waters of the island, behind the beach was the shade of tree cover, on one end nearest the mainland there was an extensive patch of mangrove too. There were a few holiday chalets the island, it too small to support a permanent population. It was deserted mid week. The owner now lived in town and used his house at weekends, the caretakers had this day off for shopping and the rich weekend punters with beer and dolly birds were busy getting richer. It is just a little over three football pitches long and one wide, ideal for putting a new slave boy through his paces.

Milo stood naked and somewhat confused as the outboard boat roared off on other business to pick us up before dusk. Jasri was to go with them and issued a final incentive to little bro in the local dialect, which he thought I could not understand. It was along the lines of what a big boy would do to a small boy who failed to please the benefactor and bring home the family bacon. I strongly suspected that Jasri was on a % commission! There was a final flurry of lewd comments from the boatman illustrated by gestures.

I beckoned Milo over stand facing me, cupped his beautiful face in my hand and kissed his lips, to my delight he opened wide and we kissed deeply, tongues exploring each other. He stood on tiptoe and pressed his pubis and now fully erect cock against me and I used my free hand to fondle him. Without further bidding he disengaged and nibbled my tits, a thing I find highly erotic, then sank to his knees, unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down my legs. He licked my balls and cock, then engulfed the head of my penis and sucked like a professional whore, which I guess which was where he was heading. Delightfully as all this was I did not bring him here for a days sun, sand and gay sex, but something rather raunchier. So I pulled out, went over to the picnic table and had him sit on it, important to give a slave some incentitives so I bent down and sucked his beautiful cock and inserted a single finger up his nice tight hole. He wriggled delightfully. But enough is enough and I left him clearly wanting more.

"Now boy, you are clearly a willing slut, this is the deal. We can have a day of sex and fun and I pack you pack off back to Mama with 10$ [€6] and a new set of pants and shirt… and that's that."

He looked crestfallen.

"Or we can see just how much sex and torture you are willing to take. If you're good and take everything we send you back to Mama with 100$ [€60] and you come live with me on the boat still school starts and earn another 200$ [€120]?"

"And?"

He said with a wicked gleam in his eye. Cheeky slut! So I cuffed him not too hard and told him to lie on his across the table, his knees bent over one side and his arms over the other. With the ropes out of my pack secured his hands straight down to the stretcher, pulling his arms taught and lashed his feet to the legs, pulling his legs and thighs wide. His head hung over the edge but he kept it raised. I stood behind his head and ran my hands over his taut body, chest, belly, prominent pubis and hips and thighs. The boy positively quivered with lust his boy cock straining upwards to nearly touch the flat belly. His dark nipples were similarly erect and I pinched them hard, then I squeezed his testicles. The boy groaned and squirmed but did not protest. Time to take things further.

"OK slut! Last chance to back out and run home to Mama! How's about I give you a nice suck off, make you cum, then you suck me? Or do want to become my slave boy and get your school money, its going to hurt!?"

"Deal slut! I'm going to lock a slave collar round your neck. If you want to stop or have rest you tell me to take it off. Understand?" I locked a chunky stainless steel collar round the boy's slim neck with a small brass and stainless padlock, he looked quite cute. It was time to see if he was as good as his word!

The first thing I did was to slide a tight cock ring also from stainless round the root of his ball sack and cock. The pain of doing this made him soft enough to pull the cock through after working first one then the other ball through. Quickly the cock became harder and slightly purple, the circumcision had been well done with the neat scar half way down the shaft and very tight, the ring would ensure the boys cock remained engorged as long as it pleased me. The boy was still squirming about and very tense. Next I fitted wrist and ankle cuffs, fitted with stainless clips and made from soft, strong webbing, leather is kinky but useless in sea water, now he could be quickly restrained in any position that pleased me. I untied the ropes and retied direct to the cuffs, no chance of any injury or rope burn if he began to thrash about a bit!

At this stage it was important to send him back to Mama with no very obvious marks or injuries, later I could be more extreme though I find causing actually injury distasteful. Next I started to torture his nipples, these had small but hard and erect nubs ideal to play with. At first I used my fingers to pinch and twist, then I licked his smooth chest and bit hard on the right nipple. I was rewarded with his first scream and I repeated with a harder bite on the left. Equally rewarding! I gave his hard cock a couple of hard and painful flicks with fore finger and thumb but despite a yelp it did not diminish the boys lust. I noticed his eye lids were now half closed with the eyes rolled up, he was breathing heavily and entering that world of lust and pain that brings delight to some.

Next I got out of my pack a sterile pack of hypodermic needles. These have a number of uses and are much safer to use than needles or such. I pinched the right nipple and worked one of the bigger needles through the nub from side to side. The screams and helpless thrashings against his restraints were very stimulating as was the trickle of dark red blood down the smooth chest. The boy's head had lolled back over the edge of the table and I raised it and looked into the lust filled eyes.

"You want to stop yet slut?"

I did but very slowly. The boy with his head lolled back and he nuzzled my straining cock then engulfed it, when the next scream came it vibrated round my cock delightfully. The boy deserved a first reward and to more groans I withdrew the needles and replaced them with a pair of small real gold rings. Despite the pain the boy was thrilled and profuse in his thanks. Now it was time to find out if he could take the whip. When I showed it to the boy and trailed its soft leather thongs against his belly, he moaned some more.

I asked "You like the whip boy? Can you take it?"

"OK today you get 24 strokes, 12 on the front and 12 on the back. 6 each now, 6 each later! If you can take all you get your school money OK?"

I decided that a moderately severe whipping would not mark him but cause considerable pain to test his fortitude. Two stokes across the thighs, two across the chest missing the pierced nipples and the last two across the belly and pubis. The boy bucked and twisted with each stroke letting out groans but no pleading to stop. His copper coloured flesh acquired a nice red flush. It was obvious that this first whipping turned him on sexually, as the boy's cock was fully engorged and deep purple, straining against its cock ring and dripping with pre cum. I got a length of leather thong out of the pack and tied cock and balls even tighter. Now he did start pleading, but for me to let him cum! No way… yet!

I untied him and had him kneel on the table. His ankles I secured to each corner, cuffed his wrists together and pulled them back between his knees and level with his feet were they were secured mid way between them. This pushed his chest into the rough boards, elevated his bum and opened his cheeks exposing the beautiful brown and pink pucker. I fingered it and the boy thrust back as far as his bondage would allow. I pressed two fingers in with a lick of saliva, nice and tight, but no real resistance. When I withdrew the sphincter remained open a little with its shell pink inner membrane and revealing a black void to plum in the future. Obviously the boy was no virgin.

"Who fucked you before slut?"

"How old were you when they first put their birds in you?"

"What did Mama say?"

Enough chat.

"You want more whip? Make you cum maybe?"

I laid into the boy's lovely silky thighs and buttocks with a will. At each stoke he cried out in pain but did not plead. His face was tear and snot streaked. At the fifth stroke his buttocks tensed and producing nice dimples on each side, at the sixth stroke the boy was rigid and shuddering, he groaned out.

It took two more hard strokes before he spasmed making little mewling groans, toes and fingers clenched tight and his tortured cock shot rope after rope of creamy cum between his bound arms. I gave one last cut at full strength to finish him off then I threw down the whip, scooped up a little of the cream and fed it to the satiated boy who lay gasping with closed eyes. He licked my fingers clean with his pink tongue like a kitten. His body was shinning with sweat and his hair damp and matted. I stroked the slick, taut flesh and then removed the thong from his till erect cock. I patted his glowing buttocks and he flinched.

"You liked that didn't you slut!"

This was going to be a very good day, but I had to pace myself. "Now Milo you are my slave and you must always call me Master! OK?" I released the boy and told him I had to see how hard he'd work whilst I rested in the shade. He did not like the idea of the first task at all and started to protest until I grabbed his newly pieced nipples and twisted a little!

Chapter II
The Willing Slave

It is deeply satisfying to take a thirteen-year-old boy, willing to become a slave, to the limit and beyond. It was now Noon and the sun burnt down mercilessly, Milo had been working for three hours now and he was reaching a stage of mindless, humiliated exhaustion where he no longer cared what he would be subjected to next. Indeed he would cheerfully welcome the most extreme torture, as anything would be better than what he was now enduring. I watched him stagger towards the little garden plot with a bamboo yoke across his shoulders and a bucket on each end. When he made it he dropped the buckets carefully and with cupped hands scooped out the contents and spread them round the vegetables. He started retching, but had little left to puke up, indeed without water to drink in the noon sun he was becoming delirious with dehydration. Wearily he got to his feet and made his way unsteadily towards me, or rather the object of his labour, which laid a little way beyond where I was sitting in the shade sipping a beer. As he came close to me I savoured the sight, his naked brown body slicked and shining with sweat and face tear stained, he was staggering with exhaustion. He also smelt foul, not surprising as his Herculean task was to bucket out the cess pit contents of the second of the holiday villas. He had already finished the first. This was normally done with a small motor pump but I thought it would test the boy if he did it by hand. He wearily lowered himself into the noisome hole and lifted the buckets down after him. After a while first bucket was lifted out on to the rim, when the second joined it he misplaced it and it fell back, no doubt dousing the boy with sewage; there was a despairing wail from the depths but the bucket was refilled.

I picked up a rattan cane, went over and inspected the boy's labours, he was pretty well done, there was only a few centimetres left in the bottom in which he squatted, white eyes starting at me out of the gloom. I beckoned him. "Ok slave! Only one more tank to empty before lunch!"

He looked at me with tears of despair in his big eyes and wearily hauled himself out. As soon as he was clear he fell on all fours retching and puking, his lean, ribby flanks working with the effort. He was a disgusting sight now, body and face smeared with shit and effluent. He raised his cute little tear stained face, he even had shit plastered in his hair. "Please Master! Milo want drink, no want more shit work, want Master whip and torture more!"

I pretended to get angry and the boy cowered, still on all fours. "Slave must obey and work hard! Now empty those buckets fast and come back to me!" I slashed him hard across the raised buttocks and he gave a despairing wail and staggered to his feet. "Now fast you lazy slut!" and he shouldered the yoke and buckets and shambled off. I had already decided that the boy had had enough, so had I! My cock was rigid and leaking at the thoughts of the ways his smooth pubescent body could give me pleasure for the rest of the day. I gave him a couple extra slashes by way of friendly encouragement. The foul mixture was dully spread; in the bottom of the bucket was a large turd.

"Now you dirty slut take a handful of that and rub it in your hair and over your face."

He did so with great disgust but without protest and I knew I had broken him to my will.

"Now another handful and rub it over your cock and belly."

This he again did without protest and I noticed with satisfaction he rubbed shit round his cock and balls longer than was necessary and the he rapidly became fully hard again.

"Now you piece of shit kneel in front of me."

He did so and I ordered him to open his mouth. My bladder was bursting from the beers and I directed a stream of piss into the boys open mouth.

"Swallow every drop or back to work OK?"

He did, then I directed the stream over his hair, into his eyes, over his chest and belly and over his genitals. There is something deeply satisfying about pissing over a boy, if he submits you know he is fully broken to your will and will do anything. I decided to give remission.

"OK Milo, you are a good slave boy and worked hard. Master is pleased with you. You want to work more or you want much torture and much jiggy-jiggy?"

I sent him off to the sea with a big bottle of shampoo and another of body wash. Its amazing how resilient boys are, in no time at all he was splashing happily waist deep in the azure waters. His body was now restored to its smooth clean magnificence and I could hardly wait for the joys to come. I joined him in the water, had him wash me as well then waded out a little deeper. He dived and swam happily between my legs and on the next time he took my cock into his mouth until he ran out of breath and rose spluttering. Then he dived again to my cock and started sucking. This time I held the back of his neck and pushed right down his throat I held him firm as he ran out of air and began to struggle desperately. I had the shamefully exciting thought that I could hold him thus until I came or he drowned. However I relented and he floundered gasping to the surface. I lifted him and he wrapped is lean thighs round my waist and arms round my neck. His hard boy cock pressed against my belly, he was proving a wanton and randy little slut. We kissed deeply. "You happy now slave boy?"

"Good boy! But first lunch, you have to learn how to serve food and drinks OK?"

The boy proved to be a fast learner as a servant as well as a slave boy. He had obediently trotted about unpacking my cool box, laying out the picnic table and serving me food and drink. When not in action he stood obediently at my left shoulder, I casually fondled his nubile body. I noticed he was drooling at all the drink and goodies as I had yet not allowed him to drink after his labour under the scorching. When I was done I fed him some scraps with him squatting between my spread thighs, he was greedily appreciative. Then he packed everything away and returned and unbidden started to lick my cock and balls and to work up my belly and chest to nibble my nipples. My lust to use the boy was raging and my cock throbbed hard but I knew I could take the boy much further before I found gratification in his willing body. I pushed him roughly away and spoke sternly. "Master knows Milo wants jiggy-jiggy but Master wants to torture and whip Milo. See if he can take much more pain if he is going to be Master's No 1 Slave Boy OK?"

I was not sure if he understood just how much pain I was going to inflict on his pubescent body but I took 'Yes' as his answer.

While he had been working in the cess pits I'd already planned the next episode and laid out some toys to test his compliance. I laid a stout bamboo pole across the table and ordered him to lie on the picnic table arms outstretched. Using some special soft rope, I did not want to mark his body too much until he was fully in my power, I bound first his wrists to the pole, then another lashing round the upper arms each side. Then a bridle of rope with which to hoist him to the inner pair of lashings. I noticed he was painfully hard and drooling pre cum again, obviously got a turn on from bondage! Above the picnic table was a large mature Acacia tree, the only one on the island. I threw another rope over a projecting branch, tied it off to the bridle and hoisted bamboo and boy to his feet. I then put the cool box on the table top and made him step up on it. I pulled him up tight until just the toes found a purchase to relieve the pain of his crucifixion in his chest and arms. His thighs were fully stretched and knotted with the effort and this only seemed to have a further effect on his cock despite him being in some pain. I admired his sexy smooth body, belly sucked in hollow, buttocks clenched and ever muscle straining, and he really was magnificent! I had some massage oil and proceeded to rub him down until his smooth brown flesh glowed. It also felt so erotic as I rubbed his taught flesh!

"Now Slave! Time for pain! Are you ready slut?"

He nodded his willingness.

"Remember you can call Stop! Any time and go home to Mama!"

The first torture I had planned was based on boyhood fantasies of St Sebastian, I had had no bow and arrows might kill the slut, what a waste! What I did have was a head hunter's blow pipe which I had adapted to take darts made of a hypodermic needle and some colure feathers. At first the boy did not understand this new game. Then I put the blow pipe to my lips and puffed hard. Almost simultaneously the dart struck the boys belly just to the left of the navel. The shock was so great that for a second there was no reaction, then the boy's body convulsed with pain, his legs kicked spasmodicaly, and he screamed as his body swayed about. Quickly his toes found their purchase and he steadied himself. He was sobbing now and I went over and inspected the boys wounded flesh, the dart had entered deeply, about half its length, but had caused no permanent injury. I pulled the dart out and a trickle of dark blood ran down the oiled brown flesh. I sucked it and then sucked his hard cock.

"You want more slut or want say Stop?"

"OK Milo, I'm going to put twelve more darts into your sexy body. You have to count and each one and ask for More Please Master!"

He nodded again and I stroked his cock. First as a safety measure as well as to increase the agonies of suspense I got on the table and tied my heavy leather belt round his eyes, now he was blind but also protected from a miss shot!

The first hit the middle of his left thigh, again he spasmed and screamed but managed to keep his footing. The coloured feathers looked cute decorating the soft brown flesh.

The second and third hit his belly and chest near the right nipple. Now tears and snot ran down his face.

"I walked round his bound and tortured body. The forth, fifth and sixth struck the back of his left thigh and one each into his clenched buttocks. I could only tell his increasing pain by the frantic body movements and the scream of "Six! One More Please Master."

I then walked round to one side and put a dart into his hairless right armpit, and then the other side and repeated it with the left armpit. The boy writhed and screamed frantically but still managed to respond. "Nine! One more Master!"

I had something special for the last three. From the front the boy looked quite festive, his body decorated with tufts of brightly coloured feathers. His face was tear and snot stained and his mouth hung open as he panted with the effort of breathing. The pain and anticipation had done nothing to lessen his lust though and his cock strained and drooled up towards his belly. The tenth hit the boy's pubis next to the cock. He let out an unearthly scream and his legs jerked upwards in a belated effort to protect his genitals.

"Well boy. Only Two more. You Want Stop?"

Eventually he had to relieve the strain in his arms and drop his legs down, I got up close to be sure of the aim and put No eleven into the shaft of his straining cock. With that he put of a really fine performance of screams and frantic writhings, he did not manage his response this time but when his legs came down I put no. twelve into his hanging balls, right into the left testicle.

I pulled the cool box out from under his toes and admired his convulsions and screams. His body jerked and thrashed about like a marionette. My cock was straining painfully in my lust at the beautiful sight. I went over to him and stroked his tortured body, still trembling in pain. "Good Slut!" and I took off the blindfold.

Pulling the darts out, and sucking the wounds was almost as much fun as wounding the slut. When I pulled out the last pair his cock became fully hard again, he seemed to be that boy in a thousand that gets a real kick out of pain. I knelt on the table and pulled his hanging and bleeding body towards me and engulfed his cock. He responded by wrapping his legs round me and frantically thrusting into my mouth. I felt his cock pulse then at least four shots of boy cum filled my mouth. I did not swallow all but stood up and French kissed him passing his cum back and forth. I could feel his strong heart hammering under his bony chest. As the boy came down from his orgasmic and pain induced high I left him hanging limply from his bound arms. I had still not finished with him. I showed him the soft whip I had selected to round off his first training session, his body shuddered as I trailed the thongs across his flesh and pushed the handle into his bum crack.

He managed a weak smile.

"OK slut! Another twelve then you my slave boy. Then you make Master cum OK?"

I stepped back and used the whip on his naked hanging body. It was not heavy enough to mark his flesh seriously, that would come later, but it did cause real pain and redden the flesh nicely. First I whipped his thighs, then front and back of his upper body, letting the lash flick into the sensitive arm pits. Next his buttocks which clenched nicely with anticipation. The boy struggled and moaned but offered no real protest, indeed he was becoming hard again. I finished him off with a few strokes across his belly and genitals. He moaned again. "Please Master Make Milo cum!" but I could no longer delay my own gratification. I let him down, untied his arms and pulled him roughly over to the veranda of one of the chalets. I laid down and ordered him to make me cum.

"Now you little slut ride my cock!" It was magic, he used his thigh and calf muscles to raise and lower himself on my cock, he was delightfully tight. Further he instinctively found my nipples and dug his fingers nails into them giving me the buzz of erotic pain. Delightful too was the expression on his face, a mixture of pain, lust, and fulfilment. I started to groan and to my amazement I felt his ring contract and a third offering of boy cum splashed across my belly. Moments later my whole body shuddered and I filled his guts with the biggest cum I've had for years. The boy was completely spent and slumped across my chest. I left him to rest as my cock softened inside him.

Our day was nearly done, in a short while the boat would return. I roused him and told him what a good little slave boy he'd been, that there would be no problem with the Scholarship money and he would be joining me on the boat next week.

First I needed to check his arsehole to make sure there was no damage to cause problems. I turned him round and he spread his cheeks. The arse hole gaped red and revealed the black depths inside, my cum dripped out and down his inner thighs, but thankfully there was no tears or damage to explain away. Absent father and uncle had obviously done a good job of opening the boy up!

I slapped his arse hard and he scampered off to gather all my gear together on the beach. He was swimming and sporting in the azure waters like a beautiful young animal when the boat returned.

The boatman and his boy gave him a bit of a cheek on the way back until I said they could stop the boat and try him out themselves. The boat boy dropped his sarong and laid on his back, his big teen cock straining for relief and got my boy to 69 him on top. The old guy also stripped off and entered Milo from the back. His big cock hammering into the boys well used arse only inches from his sons sucking face. Delightful! Milo was filled from both ends almost simultaneously. He managed to cum a forth time too! He rose spluttering with the boat boy's copious teen cum running down his chin. The sight made me hard again and I had Milo suck me off as we got underway again. "Proper little Lady Boy Slut that one! Maybe me and my boy will visit your boat one night with a couple of the village lads and a few beers?" Sounded like an orgy in the making!

When we got to the town beach the still naked Milo got all embarrassed and slipped over the side to blend in with the other naked street boys swimming there. Big brother was waiting for him with the pedicab. I told him I was well pleased and handed over the agreed tranche of the Scholarship. We agreed Milo would start his slavery in a week's time. Big brother called him out of the water and pedalled him back to the barrio, still naked. I had some preparations to make for full time slavery of one very sexy and willing thirteen year old. As big brother pedalled away he called out for all to hear "Little brother went swimming and lost his pants! Maybe he lost his Cherry as well!'

The bar was now nearly empty, its patrons having satiated what ever lusts they brought with them and departed. My friend and I agreed we would meet in a couple of days to hear the rest of the tale. He departed in a taxi. I needed to do something about the ache in my cock and balls. Although late there were still a few street boys about on the harbour wall, most ragged and dirty and in the bemused state that comes from starvation and sniffing glue. One about twelve, clad in only a pair of torn cotton shorts, offered me his services and displayed his charms. I rather like dirty little boys. We agreed a price 10$ [€6] for all night, no limits with a bonus of a new pair of shorts and tee-shirt. The night porter at my hotel bid me good night as we entered, I slipped him a goodwill tip and the boy went unnoticed to my room. The slut got to earn his money that night and I was well satisfied but I longed to hear more of my friend's tale. Just how far could one take a boy who was really willing?

Chapter III
Checks and Balances

Although he seemed less than forthcoming about the subject that most interested me I readily agreed.

The Pedi cab delivered me to an impressive but genteelly decaying Colonial period house. The house was set back from a quiet down town road and an extensive rear garden with huge mango trees laded with fruit could be glimpsed beyond the high walls to the sides of the building and probably extended right round the grounds, One was pierced with double doors that once gave access to a coach house and stables no doubt. I did not need to knock the high double doors were opened by an impressively beautiful young man in his early 20's clad in white shirt and a sarong tied loosely round his lean hips.

The grin was cheeky and suggestive.

I shucked off my shoes and was ushered through the building and shown into a huge bedroom. The rooms were big and high ceilinged, delightfully cool. Teak shutters filtered both the noon heat and light. The house had escaped the horrors of modernisation. A huge teak four-poster bed of the same vintage as the house dominated this room. A sarong was laid out on the bed and I discarded my sweaty and grimy street clothes and re dressed under Utomo's provocative gaze. My friend was sitting outside under a veranda. The garden was vast and unkempt but delightful in its decadence. I joined my friend who welcomed me warmly and Utomo brought me an ice-cold beer.

"Later there maybe stronger pleasures to enjoy if you are so inclined but first you wanted to hear the fate of my scholarship boy?"

After the first excitement of testing the boy and finding him so very willing came the disappointment of not hearing anything for the next week. I thought he'd chickened out and that was the end of the adventure. Then I got an SMS from big brother Jasri that seemed to confirm the worst.

Well I had nothing to loose so I asked Jasri to collect me in his Pedi cab the following afternoon from the harbour. When he came it was raining heavily, as heavily as it only can in Asia; but at least its warm and seldom lasts for long. Rain here also offers other delights. In Europe when it comes on to rain the kids put lots of clothes on and run indoors. As you know here they take what few clothes they have off and run outdoors to play in the water and mud. I packed a change of clothes in a plastic bag and headed down town to the barrio.

Jasri as an older teen of course could not strip completely like the younger ones, but he was still an erotic sight as his lean body strained to pedal me through the mud and flooded roads. He had stripped down to a pair of the loose cotton underpants the locals use. His large cock and heavy balls were clearly defined through the soaked cloth and his body still mostly hairless. He had been a delightful little animal to play with at the age of 12 but they all grow up, making his little brother my slave boy was a delightful prospect but I was not sure if it was going to work out now. As the roads got narrower and poorer the number of small boys playing all wet and muddy increased. Many were dressed like Jasri in cotton under pants, in some the fabric was in such a state of such entropy that they left little to the imagination. There were also a number completely naked, probably because they were too poor to own pants or maybe because all boys know its fun to play naked as well as practical. The heavy rain coursed down their shining brown bodies and shrieks of boyish laughter rang out.

Of course all this was going on amongst the full fabric of adult life. Naked boys are not something private and implicitly shameful but just a normal part of life. I find the sight of naked pubescent boys intermingled, playing, working, with clothed adults going about their business most stimulating! Round one corner pair were still having to work, paradoxically pushing a heavy cart laded with plastic cans for the family water supply. They had tied their meagre clothing up in plastic and the bags dangled from the handles of the cart. The boys were about 11, one pushed the handles and the other pulled from the front a rope halter round his boney shoulders. Their naked bodies strained and heaved as the cart bogged down in a rut. Round another corner a small gaggle of boys watched a pair writhing in the mud locked in mortal combat over some childish dispute. I wished I could have stayed to watch but Jasri admonished me.

Sounded hopeful! Then

I did indeed! I wondered what he was plotting. We pedalled on and the rain eased the stopped.

Close to the hovel where Jasri and Milo lived there was a patch of ground too swampy and regularly flooded for even the lowest level of barrio housing. This served as the football field for the local youth. Now about 20 urchins were engaged in something between sport and gang war. Their ages ranged from cute little 8 or 9 year olds to lusty 15 or 16 year olds. The rule seems to be here that once boy has pronounced pubic hair at about 14 or 15 it is no longer acceptable for him to go naked in public and this applied to this gaggle of beauties. They ran, tackled, kicked and fell in the several centimetres of floodwater covering the muddy terrain. Their bodies were slick with mud and most exciting. A shot was aimed at the rickety bamboo goal and the little keeper dived to take an impressive save. His naked body splattered full length into the mud with a sickening thud but he came up grinning in triumph, it was my would be slave boy Milo.

I agreed, there is little point in gazing with lust filled intentions at big gangs of boys because they soon notice and gauge the nature of your interest. Unlike Western values this usually results not in shock and outrage but in more offers of intimacy than even the most debauched of punters could deliver. So although there is plenty on offer it is difficult to cut one or two out from the pack to see if they really want to play or just tease.

We arrived at the house and were greeted by Mama and ushered inside the rickety building. There was evidence in the form of numerous plastic buckets that the palm frond roof was past its impervious stage. Only a few hundred meters away ran the toll road to the airport with its bridge over the brackish river. Here the rich in their flashy cars went about their business of increasing already indecent wealth oblivious and uncaring of the poverty squalor across the fence. I was given hot, sweet and weak tea to drink. Soon there was a squeal of excited boyish voices and Milo appeared at the door. He was filthy and was quickly shooed down to the well to clean up. With him were his two smaller brothers, an unknown same age, and a hansom boy with long hair of about the same age as my slave boy hopeful.

The well in these barrios is usually on a street corner and serves as a washing place for a number of families. The boys gathered round the concrete wellhead and began hauling up the improvised plastic bucket and sluicing the mud off each other's naked bodies. Clothed adults went about their business passing them without attention and unconcerned. I watched the delightful sight from the balcony in front of the house then beckoned Milo over. He scampered up the steps and I gave him a small bank note to buy some shampoo for now and some cheap candy for later. He ran off to the local small shop to squirm through a gang of matrons engaged in small purchases and big gossip to wait to haggle for his choices. There is something most erotic about a naked and nubile 13 year old in a crowd of adults! This accomplished he ran back and the boys began the rare luxury of soaping each other's hair and bodies. Their familiar touches suggested even more intimate and erotic liaisons in those private places lusty boys find to experiment with each other's bodies. Jasri broke my speculative train of thought.

He most definitely was.

He waited to gauge my interest and as the would be pimp of his younger brother and friend he no doubt noted my interest was stirred. I knew this was leading up to some tragic tale to appeal for money, but no matter how many boys one knows or uses the new is always exciting.

A good pimp does not press home his offers too soon and he changed the subject to a tale of the local youth football hoodlums and their recent brush with the police. The match seems have been a draw both on and off the field! I half listened content watching the five boys happily washing and generally messing about. Mama presented me with a freshly laundered sarong and I changed out of my damp clothes. The boys crowded upstairs Milo and Mudi were given sarongs too, these they draped sash like from right shoulder to left hip. Their genitals were covered but only just and there was plenty of flesh to salivate over. The three younger boys pulled on clean but ragged shorts and were shooed of to play outside now the rain had cleared and the sun beat down once more.

The two boys squatted at my feet. It is impolite in Asia to have your head higher than that of an honoured elder. My Milo was still stunning his lean body showing no sign of his hard usage on the island except his pierced nipples. Milo's shortish hair and pale cafe au lait skin contrasted nicely with Mudi's long hair down to his shoulders and much darker skin, no doubt heightened from labour under the noon sun. Neither boy had any sign of paler flesh where the habitual wearing of clothes shields the sun from the most intimate parts of the bodies of wealthier kids and their Western brethren. Mama started to talk fast in the local dialect and Jasri had to translate into the standard language. She started with profuse thanks for helping her son back to school and displayed proudly his new uniform, shoes and bag to prove she had spent his price wisely Then we got to the problems.

I wondered if she had any inklings of what her darling boy was going to be expected to do. Was she compliant, ignorant or resigned to the fairly high level of

Well I was certainly going to beat the brat senseless why else would I buy him? But I didn't tell her and enquired the problem.

I feigned angry and said it made my plans difficult and if he still wanted to work for me I would have to beat him. I turned to Milo and said:

Milo's face split in big grin, I guess the brat was genuinely scared I'd reject him, a far worse pain than his flesh would feel:

Mama added something with a grin, Jasri again interpreted;

As yet no request for extra funds but she spoke again and I noticed Mudi looking shame faced and squirming as only a painfully embarrassed pubescent boy can.

Well the thought was beguiling but this was obviously a negotiating situation. I thought I better check the goods before making an offer.

Jasri of course knew what I really wanted and ordered Mudi to stand and drop the sarong this he did without any reluctance or shame. He was as magnificent as his friend Milo, maybe half a head shorter and stockier yet without an ounce of fat on his body. His cock was long, thin and unusually uncut, his balls hung low in a nice sack, and there was no trace of pubic hair. I looked at him hard and said

I asked a number of personal questions which a Western boy would find impossible to answer. No he could not make cum yet. Yes his cock did get hard and it was good to play with. Yes he did play with Milo and added that in First School they used to play taking turns under the desk. I asked him to stand between my spread thighs and ran my hands down his silky flanks and felt the hard muscles in his thighs. I cupped his testicles, peeled back his foreskin, the cock thickened invitingly. I turned him round and ordered him to kneel and spread his arse cheeks. The pucker was large but tight closed and undamaged. I poked at it with my forefinger and felt inside; all warm and tight with no lesions or signs of disease. I raised him and inspected the mouth and teeth. All surprisingly good considering a total lack dental care and high sugar low calcium diet in barrio kids. I placed my finger inside the mouth and unbidden he sucked at it. All in all he was both healthy and nubile little animal and an ideal subject for the sort of slavery I had in mind for the sexy Milo. A pair would increase the possibilities, sadistic, humiliation and erotic. But was he willing? With Milo I'd tested him out that day on the island to my complete satisfaction but Mudi was untested.

Jasri intervened and carried out a whispered conversation with the two boys.

The youth had gauged correctly I most certainly did and so did my cock which stirred at the delightful prospect. The usual sordid negotiations over the brat's price ensued but they settled for the same deal as I'd offered Milo, just a few hundred dollars, with regular work after the three months for both boys if they pleased me, I also said Mama and Grandpa had to sign a paper making the boys over to me until they were 16 and have it stamped and witnessed by the village headman.

There was a hurried family conversation in which Mama took and active part. Big brother Jasri made his final sales pitch.

I looked at the pair and they nodded their compliance or resignation ;

This last phrase in English there was only so much Mama was going to be told!

There was murmured agreement and a shaking of hands. To the two slave boy candidates I said

They answered in turn

I noted the slight change of address from Mudi, Milo had maybe told him lots and he really would play along with my little games.

Mudi's little brother was sent to fetch Grandpa and tell him to bring the rattan cane. Milo's little brothers were sent to fetch the headman. This was going to be a Gala performance. I told Jasri how I was going to administer the beatings and he grinned in anticipation.

Soon we were ready. Grandpa proved a corpulent and dissolute old guy and he haggled a little then accepted the deal. The Village Head was a dapper little Hajji and he readily witnessed the signatures over the official stamp, added his chop and accepted his customary envelope and scurried back to his small shop. This

It seemed I had a clear mandate to publicly humiliate the two boys and need not pull back on the strokes. They were told to remove their sarongs; Mudi had draped his round him once more for the signing. They were a delightful slight as they shivered in fear and anticipation but also I noticed both boys cocks had thickened so the thought excited them as well.

I had bound the boy's wrists in front of him with a strip of old sheet and Jasri manoeuvred him to stand back to back with Mudi. He was told to raise his arms and Mudi pulled them over his head and gripped them firmly in front of his neck.

The boy complied and Milo's body was forced backward to hang draped and vulnerable along his friend's back. If it had not been for the audience I would have delighted in running my hands over the taught flesh but this was supposed to be a test of courage and fortitude not libido! I hefted the worn rattan and brought it down with full force across the boy's thighs. There was a gasp of agony and the legs spasmed. The next blow I laid across the taught belly between the navel and the pubis, not striking so hard. The result was still agonising for the boy and the livid red welts were beginning to darken. I told Mudi to stand upright and Milo was lowered to his feet, he staggered somewhat.

This time he was ordered to stand with his belly against Mudi's back, again the raised bound wrists were placed round his partner's neck and gripped firmly, and again the boy bend forward lifting Milo off the ground and elevating his buttocks in a most inviting fashion. He clenched them tight in fearful anticipation. I wasted no time but brought the rattan down full force on those delicious orbs and a livid welt appeared across the smooth brown flesh. Milo stifled a scream and his legs kicked in agony but Mudi held the brat fast. The next stroke I laid in that delicate crease between buttock and thigh. The boy moaned and thrashed about but Mudi still held firm.

I obliged with the last two strokes and was rewarded by the brat's animated response. Then his feet were lowered to the ground and he stood groggily. He had been very brave in taking this punishment in front of Mama, brothers, friend and neighbours and without the promise of sexual gratification he obviously craved. Obvious because once more his nice cock had grown fat and rigid. He coyly hid the offending organ with his hands. Id has to put a stop to that.

To Jasri I said

Now it was Mudi's turn and I told Jasri to tie his wrists and asked Milo if he could hold his friend tight. This time I decided to give all six strokes on the boy's buttocks for maxim effect. They stood belly to back as before; Mudi raised his arms over Milo's head and the boy gripped his wrists and bend forward lifting his friend off the floor and raising his buttocks.

Grandpa intervened angrily.

This sounded interesting but it was evident I had a clear mandate to beat the brat without limit. I did not want of course to cause him serious injury, there is little fun or justice in that, but I did want to explore both his threshold and tolerance of pain and the effect it had on his pubescent body and mind. I raised the rattan. Mudi's buttocks clenched in anticipation. I brought it down full force across the apex of the buttocks. The restrained boy thrashed about and gave a gasping cry of agony. The first darkening red welt appeared across the dark brown flesh. I struck three more times making sure not to cross the strokes or break the flesh. I walked round to the boys head which he was tossing from side to side as he gasped for air and struggled to control the pain. His eyes were bright with tears, his cheeks wet and snot and salvia adorned his mouth and chin. He was mastering his pain however, too proud, too brave, and too fearful of rejection to give way to uncontrolled tears.

I obliged with two more strokes to the backs of his thighs and he moaned and squirmed. Milo lowered him down, Grandpa was right the brat had enjoyed it or at least his little cock had, it was rigid and throbbing visibly with his pulse. Both boys put on their sarongs once more and squatted patiently awaiting my next move against the back wall. I of course wanted to get on with exploring the erotic possibilities but there was a hiatus with more tea and biscuits, money changed hands. Grandfather left with a genuine handshake and a

Is not family a wondrous thing, far more venom and unforgiveness than mere strangers!

The small boys were shooed out to play. They were a cute little gang and offered promise of delights in the future. Mama beamed and dressed to go to market to buy goodies and food with her new found wealth. She seemed a caring soul who worked hard for her kids and was prepared to tolerate things that would help them that would be totally unacceptable in Western morality. I was pleased to help her. Pleased too that Mudi and Dio now had a home and some sort of a future. I sent Jasri with money for a pack of the foul local cigarettes laced with pungent cloves. And then to sit outside to guard the door and waylay any unwelcome visitors. I was left alone with my two new slave boy elects.

I looked hard at the two delightful little animals that were soon to be in my absolute power. I would be able to humiliate them, subject them to various torments and seek sexual gratification from their bodies. There was every indication that this would be completely consensual and enjoyed by both parties. Of course there were limits, I could not permanently mark or maim them, of course any injury that needed hospital care was to be avoided at all costs and of course the mere though of snuff is abhorrent to even the most ardent 'top' in such relationships. Short of that I could do anything with the two boys, the thought was intoxicating. But such activities only take up a small part of any 24 hours and I wanted companionship and maybe love as well. The boys wriggled in embarrassment under my gaze and lowered their eyes in submission. I decided to start with a little speech to lay down some ground rules.

The boys giggled slightly they were beginning to relax and think about the excitement of being my boys. I told them that if we were in company they would be told to wear a sarong or some shorts but I wanted to see as much of their beautiful young bodies as possible and without further ado they stood and removed their sarongs. Then I told them that they always would have to wear a slave collar and a cock ring; they nodded in agreement

I instructed them to kneel with splayed thighs, feet to the side and palms flat on the floor, this pose displays a boys charms better than better than the normal squatting position. I told them that cigarettes and sniffing glue were forbidden. Both boys swore that they did not. Finally I told them that there would be lots more rules once they started work

The boy nodded and started to look embarrassed it was obvious he had experience and I remembered Grandpas vicious comment.

The boy nodded again with the terror of rejection in his eyes.

I assured him that I had bought him for good money from Grandpa, would pay his school, no matter what provided he was obedient. I asked Milo to explain.

I looked hard at the boy; he had delicate features and would pass for a girl without trouble. I was quite aroused at the thought.

I told the boys to come to me and Milo first shook my hand then touched his forehead to my palm. I raised his head and drew his naked body to me. Unbidden he offered his mouth and we kissed deeply, I felt his cock, felt it harden and he thrust against me. I pushed him firmly away.

He looked petulant but resigned. I drew Mudi to me and he repeated the formal homage and he was equally responsive to a kiss and a fondle. I raised his pretty face and looked into the dark pools of his eyes and asked him if he liked sucking man cock.

The proved adept at felatio, stimulating my cock with flicks of his tongue, bobbing his lips up and down the head, licking the shaft and trusting the whole thing right down his throat. All the while he rubbed his belly and stiff little cock against my legs. Milo was not left out entirely but nibbled at my tits and kissed my lips. All too soon I could not hold back, most of my copious emission went down the boy's throat but his face got liberally splattered too. Milo was instructed to kiss his friend and taste my cum as well. The way they embraced and kissed indicated they were perhaps practised lovers.

The noonday call to prayer rang out. My friend paused in his tale and Utomo his serving youth brought cold beers. In the garden it was cool and the monsoon rustled the mangoes and bamboo that shielded the fierce sun and the prying eyes of neighbours. My cock ached and I wanted to hear more but a Mudi to suck my cock like that would be delightful. My friend sensed my arousal and said "Patience friend! There is a surprise in about hour for you, quite enough time for me to finish and tell you if Milo and Mudi got to my boat and sailed away for months of debauched sex and sadism!"

Chapter IV
Consensual Captivity

"After that memorable afternoon when Milo and Mudi were signed over to me there was much to do. Later that evening I watched them squirm under the tattooist needle as each rump was adorned with my chop of an anchor and the year in Latin – f MMXII. They also had blood tests which of course proved clear. I also had a second stainless steel collar, cock ring and waist chain made up for Mudi. There might be occasions when my slave boys needed to be a least half decent so I got a roadside tailor to alter some second hand small size jeans, cutting them into very short shorts, I bought some white tank tops and of course sarongs. Mudi had given me some ideas so I bought thong panties, mini shirts, halter tops and make up. I finally checked over my toys for enjoying a brat's charms, bearing in mind I now needed double quantities! Then I stocked up the boat with generous supplies for me and a supply of rice and dried fish for them, I did not intend to feed them generously, a hungry slave has a nice lithe body and is only too anxious to please and be rewarded. They would have many opportunities to augment this with fresh fish and of course liquid protein!

Just three days of the extra six had passed and the next three days I spent in growing anticipation and frustrated idleness. My balls ached for release and I was tempted by numerous naked little water rats that swam out to the boat to beg for coins but I had vowed to save my liquid protein for my hungry slave boys! My wondered if they would really turn up, and fantasised on numerous scenario of sex, sadism and humiliation.

"When the appointed afternoon at last arrived I was in agonies of anxiety. Of course they were late, and of course Jasri's mobile phone did not connect. I almost was on the point of going ashore to look for him when through my binoculars I saw a three Pedi Cabs arrive on the waterfront. In one were the three smaller boys and Mama, in the second was Grandpa and in the third were to my delight Milo and Mudi. To my great satisfaction I noted both were naked as ordered. The three little brothers shed their shorts and dived in to swim and play. Milo went up to Mama and shook her hand and touched his brow in farewell. Mudi approached Grandpa but the old guy only shouted something angry and cuffed the boy hard enough to send him sprawling. Mama said something conciliatory and Mudi bid farewell to her in the same manner, it all augured well for the future. The two boys dived gracefully into sea and began the long swim out to my boat. I had purposely anchored a little further out than usual; it was important that their first challenge was physically demanding and took them past the point of exhaustion. It would confirm their determination and leave them in no fit state for second thoughts or protests until captivity was a fait acompli.

"Boys here are semi aquatic animals spending much of their time in the water but the 500m [1600 ft] swim out to my boat stretched my pair to the limit. 50m [160 ft] off they were floundering at the limit of their endurance and I wondered if I should take the dugout over to rescue them. However I hardened my heart and enjoyed their struggles. When they got to the boats side they clearly did not have the strength to haul themselves on deck so I relented and dropped a bight of rope down under first one, then the second, boys' armpits and hauled them roughly on to the deck to lie like some great fish, brown, glistening and gasping on the rough boards. I kicked them both in the ribs and ordered them to kneel in front of me as they had been taught. They looked so cute and vulnerable when they did, ribby chests heaving with exhaustion and genitals shrunk to miniscule size with the long swim in cool water. About slender waists were a traditional cord and a small sewn charm pack from the local Shaman that had no doubt been blessed by the Imam as well, obviously they felt in need of extra protection. I imagined how they felt; remembered how it was to be in a similar position at their age, guts churning with dread and sick anticipation, yet elated with pubescent lust at the prospects of submission. I noted that the tattoos had healed and Mudi's stripes from his caning had faded, boys are resilient little animals. Now it was important to ascertain if they were still serious, even after the pair had completed their test of endurance.

Both boys nodded weakly. However even the lustiest of pederasts with the most complaints of boys cant do it continuously for three months.

Of course Milo took the imitative as he had a little more experience in satisfying my perverted lusts.

I reached down a squeezed his balls, they were hard and bursting. His cock stiffened. I repeated with Mudi with a similar result. Both boys groaned in lust.

I ran my hands over the naked bodies that were mine to bring pain or pleasure to as lust drove me. I took one boy nipple in each hand and gripped and twisted hard. The boys yelped but the pain excited them too as now both little cocks were stiff and pointing out from flat brown bellies.

Coming up to that age where satiating their little cocks and bursting balls filled almost every waking minute and filled dreams with it too they of course agreed with alacrity. With out further ado I fitted the stainless steel slave collars round their necks and locked them in place and to make the point clear threw the keys over the side. By this time my noon day beer intake had created a bursting bladder and I ordered a final assay of their consent to captivity.

After a moments shocked hesitation he knelt before me and fumbled with the zip of my shorts and his small fingers worked the cock out. I relaxed and the pent up stream started splashing into the boys face and soaking his long hair. Unbidden he directed the stream over his belly and throbbing little cock.

With half closed eyes he opened his pink lips and gulped and spluttered as the strong smelling liquid filled his throat and he was finally forced to swallow. I pinched off the stream and turned to Milo. He did not need instructions but took my cock in his lips and gulped down. I withdrew and he directed the last of the flow over his own chest and body. When a boy lets you piss over him and drinks it as well you are certain he is descending into submissive depravity. You are well on the way to owning his mind as well as his body and some boys like this pair enjoy every minute of it. Milo then zipped me up and said,

I was going to do the first immediately but for the second they would have to wait as I intended to sail overnight to a remote reef to enjoy the pleasures of nature. I was good to know that my new slave boy was anxious for the inevitable though. I told them to go over the mainmast and stand back to back either side of it. I then used two sets of handcuffs to lock each brat wrists behind him and round the mast. I told them they could sit if they wished as I was going to be some time. I put on a tee-shirt and paddled ashore in the dugout leaving the two shackled and awaiting my return. I doubt they had the strength or the inclination to escape by swimming ashore but there is something very erotic about a boy, naked, alone and secured, awaiting his Master's return! And I had two of them!

"As I approached the waterfront one on the gaggles of late afternoon swimmers crowded round the dugout sporting their lithe brown bodies like dolphins as they dived under the canoe and raced to catch up again. There were urchins of all ages with occupations or none. Slum dwellers, street boys, fisher boys, trash collectors, vendors, musicians, beggars, glue sniffers, scholars, dutiful sons, cross dressers, whores and the merely idle. They were delightful free of social and moral distinctions in their naked state; they were as free of inhibitions as they were of pubic hair! Nudity of course dispels all social, moral and economic distinctions. As delightful as it would have been to engage in some dirty repartee but I shooed them away but told the three little brothers of Milo and Mudi they could escort me in and guard the canoe while I did business. They were a delightful trio of pre pubescents and as they stood round me in the shallows they began to loose their inhibitions chattering gleefully among themselves in the local dialect and flashing white tooth grins and fluttering eyelids at me. They were the picture of boyish innocence but soon dispelled the myth. Mudi's little brother was dug in the ribs and dragooned into asking me the questions that were obviously the hot topic of the day.

He held his hands about 30cm [one foot] apart, and I winked at him not wishing to admit a somewhat shorter reality.

This produced peals of treble laughter.

Now there was a thought, though it was only said in jest… at first!

"Mama, Grandpa and Jasri were waiting on the top of the wall. Business is not hurried in Asia and I sat with them for a while exchanging small talk over Cokes bought from a passing small boy. I bough Grandpa a pack of his favourite foul and pungent cigarettes. I wanted to be very sure they understood that they were selling me a pair of boys to use and abuse at my pleasure. I asked Jasri to translate my perhaps bad standard language into the colloquial local dialect to make sure. First I wanted to get rid of Grandpa.

I gave him an envelope with a thick wad of local bank notes worth about 250 US (This is equivalent to about three months barrio wages or the rent on a better than average barrio shack for a year. A significant sum but trash prices really for a 12y old and a 9y old as de facto slaves.) And his eyes lit up, he shook my hand to seal the deal.

The old bastard called up his Pedi-Cab and was pedalled away beaming with happiness. Its people like him who really abuse kids and too often there is no place to run except the street. He disgusted me. But now I had to sort out Mama.

I handed over a larger envelope to her, a princely 400 USD, and she thanked me profusely. I gave 50 Dollars to Jasri.

I went down to the beach and got into the canoe, the three little boys guarding it dutifully.

They chorused. They guided the canoe out through the small surf and scampered chattering back to Mama.

"With balls aching and the most amazing hard on I paddled back to the boat. I wanted to use both boys hard and rough but this was no one night stand in a cheap hotel but the start of systematic training of two willing boys to develop their desires to become submissive little masochists. I remembered clearly being their age and how exiting it is for a boy to surrender entirely! When I got alongside I clambered aboard and tied the canoe up. I went over to my slave boys as they squatted handcuffed to the mast. Milo was the bolder and piped up.

I determined to start off as I meant to go on and this was over familiar impertinence. I pulled his head up by the hair and shouted at the terrified boy.

I unlocked both boys and re cuffed them. Mudi with his hands in front of him I instructed to kneel, hands between his spread knees, chest on deck, and bum thrust provocatively in the air. His arse crack was open and displayed his cute little cunt and his ball sack hung down between his spayed thighs. Milo I cuffed behind his back and pulled him roughly over my right knee. Using a ropes end I beat his delicious buns until they were bright red. The boy screamed and thrashed his legs about. Mudi looked at his friend fearfully, his cheek on the rough boards. Both boys had become hard and Milo's cock pressed against my knee. If I carried on he would be sure to cum and it was going to be some time before he was rewarded with that pleasure. I pushed him off and grabbed his testicles, he screamed as I twisted hard.

He nodded through his tears. I unlocked both boys and hung the cuffs on my belt for later. I chivvied them round the deck, hauling the canoes aboard, hoisting the mainsail and jib and hauling in the anchor line. Their slight brown bodies heaved and strained with the unaccustomed heavy work. They gasped and jerked under the frequent cuts of the ropes end I used to encourage them. Soon the anchor was lifted aboard and I took the wheel to bear away in the light evening wind and out through the reef. About midnight there would be a strong night wind off the mountains and we could make it well up the coast by dawn to a remote island I had often visited. There my holiday would really start! I tied the wheel once through the reef and went over to the two exhausted and terrified young boys. I ordered them to sit back to back to the mainmast and cuffed them again. I ordered them to sit rather than squat although this caused Milo some pain to his bruised buttocks. Then to splay their legs wide and used chain and shackles to secure their ankles to special ring bolts I'd set in the deck. They were now safely secured, not likely to slip over side, although they would be in severe discomfort and probably scared shitless once the night wind came and the boat heeled over to the strong winds and plunged through the offshore swell. I settled down in the small wheelhouse taking in the freedom of open water and the delightfully provocative sight of two naked boys chained to my mainmast awaiting whatever might befall them on the morrow, I guessed they were feeling some sick anxiety.

Chapter Va
Descent into Depravity –

The First Day

"The night wind was fresh and warm, smelling of jungle clad mountains and wood smoke. The boat plunged through the dark waters under the light of a brilliant full moon making excellent distance every hour. Occasionally a big wave top would come aboard and drench the two boys who I could just make out in the pale light. They spluttered and tried to shake the salt out of their eyes. They were being continually seasick as well and I caught the flash of white eyes full of terror. Then with dawn the wind eased away and we ghosted through the reef to anchor in a ring of azure water. I dropped the sails; they could be stowed later, and went up forward to look at my new livestock. Both boys were fast asleep from exhaustion and terror and in a filthy, foul smelling state. Their hair was matted and caked white with salt. They had spewed down their chests and bellies, dried vomit coated their genitals. Both had found the need to shit imperative and they were sitting in their own filth. They were both pathetic in their degenerate state and very sexy. However I was exhausted from the long night sail and decided to leave them for later. I did release them from their bondage however but they just slumped and curled up in their filth. I left them a bucket, a brush, shampoo, and body oil. I also left them a 5lt [1.3 gallon] can of water, I did not want them getting dehydrated. I wanted to see what they would do when they recovered sufficiently and out here there was no place they could run too. I rigged an awning, stripped naked, spread out my sleeping mat and abandoned myself to sleep and erotic dreams.

"When I came too the boys had recovered and cleaned up. Their bodies gleamed with coconut oil; they smelled sweet and sexy and had brushed their hair with the deck brush until it too shone. They were kneeling at my feet as instructed and I pretended to remain asleep. I rolled on my back displaying my customary erection. They murmured quietly between them selves as to whether to wake me. This time Mudi was taking the initiative.

Still pretending to be asleep I spread my legs wide and thrust my pelvis up in invitation. Milo crawled between my spread thighs and started to flick the tip of my cock with his pink tongue. Mudi crawled up next to my chest and began to gently nip my left nipple. I could not help but groan with lust and the boys sensing success redoubled their efforts. I could not keep up the pretence of sleeping and stretched and yawned. The boys started back in alarm.

A lovely way to be woken up! I pulled Milo back on to my cock, gripped his hair and thrust right down his throat; he gagged a little but bravely carried on. Mudi I pulled over to sit astride my chest and pulled him towards me and took his stiff little cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue round the long fore skin and nipping it as he squealed and wriggled in delight. I got him to reach behind his back and take one of my tits in each hand and pinch and twist whilst I reached up and pinched his hard. He moaned in pain and growing lust as he thrust his cock into my mouth. I knew he was ready and eager. I pulled him further forward and swirled my tongue into his tight little pucker, he writhed in lust, this was going to hurt him a lot but what the fuck he was my slave boy now, I could do what ever I wanted with either of them. I pushed him back down and pulled his head towards me, his mouth to mine and unbidden he opened up and kissed deeply.

This thought excited me no end, always in the past I'd pissed over a compliant boy, but I remembered dirty games when their age and what a turn on it had been. I arranged Mudi kneeling either side of my head as before his torso arched backwards and pubis thrust forward. Milo I order to stand facing his friend. His thick cock strained out from his hairless pubis and his balls drawn up tight in their sack;

I took Mudi's stiff little cock in my mouth, felt it twitch in anticipation, watched in fascination as Milo's piss slit opened and the strong stream that only comes with boyhood squirted over his friend's face and ran down his chest and belly in rivulets. I felt behind Mudi and found his pucker still slick from my rimming. I inserted my index finger with some force and he yelped fucking his cock deep into my mouth. I felt his urethra swell and my mouth was filled with the unusual but erotic taste of boy piss, salty yet curiously sweet. I added a second finger and his body stiffened with pain. They had obviously guzzled most of the water so they pissed long and strong. I pushed Mudi away so that his stream splashed over my chest and belly and caught the last of Milo's stream, a stronger more pungent taste but still exciting. Now my cock was raging and my balls really hurt, I needed to fuck a boy soon or they would burst. Mudi was obviously going to be delightfully tight fuck, I wanted to take him hard and fast but I wanted him to be sufficiently submissive and depraved to participate in his own rape. I ordered Milo to bring my bag of toys.

I roughly pushed the boy off me and ordered him to lie on his belly and put his hands behind his back. With one length of leather thong I tied his arms tight together just above the elbow, pulling so tight he squealed.

The twelve year old boy struggled to his knee so his arse poked up in the air spreading his thighs wide and exposing his cute little pink pucker. I ordered the thirteen year old Milo to suck his friend's cunt and make it slimy; this time I pushed in three fingers and Mudi screamed like a stuck pig. I felt between his legs, as I suspected his cock was hard. I pulled him by his bound arms on to his back, his long thin cock jutted up towards his flat belly. I took a second thong and knotted about ball sack and cock, then jerked it very tight. The boy screamed again and his body arched upwards with the pain. I tied another knot under the base of the cock and used the remaining length to wrap very tight round the ball sack pushing the balls down as far as they would go.

I lay on my back to see what the pair would do. Milo helped Mudi stand and walked him across to straddle my hips, back facing me.

He turned round and I admired his pubescent body, muscalture just becoming defined, well muscelled with no fat, no blemish of hair any place save his long locks hanging in disorder over his face. His cock was fully engorged straining against the binding, uncut, long, and thin, with the thickening of adolescence yet to come. It and his balls were beginning to turn a darker red; he must have been in some pain by now. His belly was flat and sucked in and his chest heaved as he gasped deep breaths, from pain, fear or rising lust, hopefully all three!

One of the attributed of Asian kids is that as infants they are carried on mother or older sibling's hip, thighs splayed wide, later they squat to rest or shit where as a Western boy would learn to sit. This gives them amazing flexibility and endurance. Mudi squatted down on my cock his feet either side of my hips, his thighs almost at 180° to each other and crack stretched wide open. Milo reached under the boy and lined the head of my cock up with the boys pucker. He lowered himself a little, just enough for my glans to start opening his outer sphincter mussel. He yelped in pain at this first intrusion but I prevented his attempt to pull away by grasping his hips.

The thirteen year old was standing behind his friend and gripped his shoulders pulling his torso back a little. I thrust up a little and the inner sphincter parted. I never cease to be amazed and thrilled by entering a boy, the tight, dark, warmness of velvety guts is better than any female orifice. For the boy the first adult penetration is filled with pain and the humiliation of being totally broken to a man's will. Just like breaking in a wild little stallion, he will never be the same again! Yet many boys actively seek the experience, so it was with Mudi. He screamed and writhed as his sphincter spasmed trying to repel my invading cock yet he still pushed down to get more in. His beautiful face, almost feminine in its delicate features, was a mask of lust and pain, eyes rolled up so only the white showing, tears and snot running down his cheeks and lips, mouth slackly open gasping for air.

I ignored his pathetic pleadings and impaled him further by pulling down on his bound testicles as Milo pushed down on his shoulders. A few agonised groans later his balls rested on my pubes, he taken all 18cm [7 inch], not bad for twelve and first time with anything bigger than a couple of the older teens that he had been sucking off on the seafront. He quietened down a little and I stroked his belly, I swear I could feel my cock filling his guts. I worked my hands over the taught flesh of his chest felt his heart hammering, felt the erect little nubs of his tits and pinched and twisted them, the boy moaned and sobbed.

I squeezed his tortured balls, he screamed shrilly but started to flex his thighs to raise and lower himself on my shaft. Soon I must have been exciting his prostrate because the waves of pleasure started building working with the pain to drive him into frenzy. He started to move faster flexing slamming his butt down into my pubis at each stroke.

I needed no further encouragement but thrust my cock upwards at each downward thrust of his. I accentuated the rhythm by pulling on his tortured balls. His body was now slick with sweat and he was panting and drooling like the little bitch he was becoming. He made little mewling cries and was far gone into that heady mix of pain and lust that once experienced will be sought for time and time again.

He didn't but I felt his sphincter clamp round my cock, his body went rigid and arched backwards and his engorged purple cock spewed a couple of spurts of clear immature cum as he had his nearly dry orgasm. This pushed me over the edge and I thrust wildly before cuming like a randy teen deep into the boy's velvety guts. Soon he slumped forward exhausted. His lips met mine and we kissed;

I stroke his sweat damped long hair. Then scooted him round so his head was above my cock, knees either side of my head.

He licked like the slut he was. His spread crack revealed his ravaged cunt gaping wide and black. His ring was red and puffy and bled a little. My cum mixed with brown mucus from his intestines dribbled out and down towards his bound balls. I untied him and he groaned in agony as the blood pulsed back in. I told Milo to unbind his arms; I believe was feeling a little jealous and left out.

I ordered him to lick out Mudi's hole then pulled his belly towards me and engulfed his solid cut cock. He fucked my lips wildly and all too soon I felt the pent up cum pulse through his urethra and my mouth was filled with the salty sweet cum he been storing up. When he had depleted his balls I pulled his mouth down to mine and slurped his own cum back to join mine from out Mudi's gut.

They signified their delight with boyish woops and grins.

I served up single bowl of prepared fish and rice to the pair who sat naked on the deck and stuffed greedily with their fingers. I savoured a beer and better fare. Time to teach them to cook and fish tomorrow. There is no point in keeping a slave boy just for sadism and sex, it is important he learns to work at many things to please his Master. Just watching a naked boy work for you, or even play when permitted, knowing his body and indeed soul, is available for any diversion or depravity is the height of hedonism.

"So it was now I started to teach them their duties in keeping the boat tidy and servicing my needs and admiring the beauty of their naked bodies as they laboured. The work was sufficiently new and exciting that they laboured with enthusiasm and fun. I was well pleased. I told them that if they pleased me they would have free time each day at 1500hrs if at anchor, or on reaching a safe haven if making a passage. Then they could swim and maybe go to beach to play ball or explore.

I got out two packages containing a mask and snorkel each. They were ripped open in short order. There were woops of delight and unbidden both boys came over to thank me.

They screamed with joy, stood on the rail and dived like arrows into the azure waters. The bobbed up some distance away and donned their new gear, there was a flash of brown buttocks and they disappeared beneath the depths to explore the beauties of the reef. I got out my own gear, crouched on the rail and rolled backwards into the warm waters to join then. I have no need to describe the beauty of an undamaged reef but those beauties are much enhanced by a pair of naked pubescent boys. Underwater an Asian boy develops a heightened grace and agility, and I enjoyed the sight of my pair immensely. With my fins I could easily catch them and we played catch and chase. When caught they would squirm delightfully. Then we swam to the beach to play and wrestle in the shallows and on to the beach to lie in the declining sun. Soon the short tropical twilight passed and I got the pair to collect driftwood and plastic rubbish and I lit it with the lighter from my waterproof pack. Milo and Mudi danced round the flames. After a while they danced provocatively, thrusting out their smooth little bellies, gyrating their hips and wriggling their cute little buttocks. The orange glow from the flames reflected off their smooth young bodies and heightened their erotism. The thin veneer of civilization was slipping away and they were reverting enthusiastically into carnal little savages. I relished the thought of their further descent into depravity.

"When the boys were exhausted we swam back aboard in the dark before the moon rose. I showed the pair how to light the paraffin pressure light and spread out my mattress and pillows. It's too stuffy and hot to sleep below most tropical nights. In the light's warm radiance and accompanied to its comforting hiss I listened to a couple of CD's and watched Milo and Mudi play dominos with the cheap paper cards favoured here. Each time a boy lost a set the rule was that he had to clip a clothes peg to his ear lobe, the loser being first to reach six pegs clipped to each ear. This had future possibilities! As they played they prattled on about sport, sex, friends and family as happy relaxed boys do. They became lethargic with sleep and I turned the light off. The brilliant moonlight gleamed on their naked bodies.

I told them that tonight they could sleep next to me but if they displeased me they would be handcuffed to the mainmast as before and that they were not move about in the night even to piss. I did not want a sleep befuddled boy going overboard. They crawled over to me and snuggled up one each side. I caressed their smooth firm flesh as they drifted off to sleep, two satiated and exhausted little sluts.

Chapter Vb
Descent into Depravity –

The First Weeks

"We spent a few days at anchor then started making day passages along the mountainous coast with the aim of circumnavigating this big island. We avoided the scattered villages where the boys would have had to have worn at least some scant clothing. As for the occasional fishing boat we fell in with the naked state of my boys was unremarkable, most had boys from the age of about ten and upwards in the crew and most in a similar state. That first week was hard work but the boys learnt fast. They were willing, intelligent and sexy little animals but like most slave boys inherently lazy. When motivation ebbed the swift and satisfying application of a ropes end on naked flesh worked wonders as it always does. They had much to learn. How to rise at first light unbidden and bring me tea. How to wash down and scrub the decks, twice a day to keep the wood moist and tight. How to handle the pair of small dugout canoes. How to steer and keep look out for a three hour watch. How to handle and reef the sails and how to keep the elderly Chinese engine running when needed. The seasickness left them after a couple of rough passages so they had more vitality but I no longer had the pleasure of whipping their cute little buttocks as they retched over the lee rail. They now were completely at ease with their naked state and their skin darkened under the fierce sun and their bodies toned down full of health and vitality. Their only adornments were the tattoos on their left rump, the charm string round their slender waists and of course the slave collars. Milo had nipple rings too. These enhanced their naked bodies and increased their desirability. They also learnt to fish and cook and other domestic duties. Unfortunately the ice soon all melted and the beer was tepid but otherwise they looked after me well. I also worked on their scant knowledge of English; of course they especially enjoyed the rich obscenities.

"They revelled in their burgeoning sexuality and I taught them to exploit it by flaunting their attributes even when working. Also they were now completely at ease with their bodily functions and they urinated, defecated and kept each other clean without shame. They were frequently hard but were strictly forbidden the release of solitary wanking. I made it painfully clear that their bodies were for my enjoyment not theirs and satisfaction of an orgasm had to be earned. They swiftly accepted that one way of being granted this was through enthusiastically submitting to pain and humiliation thus indelibly linking in their young minds masochism and heightened sexual release. With Milo becoming a randy teen and needing to unload his balls four or five times a day and barely pre teen Mudi having nearly the same number of watery or dry orgasms; the opportunities were boundless. They slept with me on deck some nights, others I banished them to sleep on the rough boards after I had satiated my lusts with their compliant bodies. Sometimes it rained heavily sluicing off their naked bodies as they huddled together for some warmth. I wanted them to fully appreciate their status and the rewards for pleasing me. They were worked hard, were punished hard for transgressions, played hard when granted leisure, had lots of hard sex and were very happy boys most of the time.

"Too much pleasure of the same sort begins to cloy a little so after a couple weeks I decided on a little diversion. I did not want the two boys to relax and become complacent either. I had been fantasying about Milo's day of ordeals on the island and how he had seemed almost willing to endure pain and how it seemed to heighten the depth and the frequency of his orgasms, to say nothing about the libidinous effect his suffering had on me! With him in a permanent state of arousal it was time to exploit this heightened sexuality. How far could I take him and how far would he play along? Also it occurred to me that although Mudi had taken several beatings and some rough sex in his stride he had not yet enjoyed a full Bondage and SM experience and I was eager to try him out too. Finally it would be a week or more until we needed to go ashore for supplies someplace, ample time for any cuts and bruises to fade. I wanted to enjoy their suffering without the annoyance of an unexpected visitor and I knew of a creek that ran deep into the mangrove forest, no settlement or reason to visit. We worked our way into a broader lagoon with some bigger trees and muddy beaches, completely hidden from any passing sea traffic, in addition the morrow was both a Friday and an Islamic holiday so no local would stray far from the Mosque. After dinner we had music from CD's and had them practicing their erotic dance routine. I played with both boys and allowed them suck and rim each other and soon they were on heat once again, just like little bitches. Then I broke it off leaving them rock hard and squirming in frustration. I had them kneel splay thighed to await my pleasure. As for me I'm old enough to savour the delights of delayed gratification in a good cause!

His cock liked the thought too and visibly throbbed with his quickening heart beat. I reached between his splayed thighs and fondled his balls. He groaned in lust.

Cheeky little slut! I squeezed his balls hard and he let out an agonised groan, but remained very hard. I shifted emphasis and twisted his nipple rings and his body arched backwards.

Mudi crawled between his friend's thighs, worked on his balls with strong little fingers and engulfed his cock with his lips. I twisted Milo's nipples some more and he collapsed backward to writhe in growing lust.

I was astounded at this flood of pent up dirty talk, the bitch had been learning well! I wondered if he would be so enthusiastic when all that and more befell his willing body on the morrow. I told Mudi to stop and Milo groaned in frustration

"I turned to Mudi.

"Fucking wicked! I make Mudi cry lots then I fill his pussy with my big cock!"

"Wont! I make Milo cry first!"

"Now now boys! Remember you promised to fight for me? But not yet! Now I make you ready for your long night's vigil!"

"I laid out a fine selection of my toys and described to the boys how they could be used on their tender young bodies. They were consumed with a heady mixture of sick anticipation and growing lust. They were both very hard and turned on by the images running through their brains. I fitted them with cock rings, administered a patent local sex drug, as effective as Viagra but both cheaper and longer lasting. It was in the form of a supositry and I capped it with a butt plug. There was no way they were going to loose those cute little stiffies for some considerable time! I then cuffed their wrists and marched them over to stand beneath the main boom back to back and tied a line to Milo's cuffs, threw it over the boom and secured it to Mudi's cuffs. It was tight enough to pull their arms upwards and force them to stand on their toes. If they tried to sit or squat, or collapsed in exhaustion they would hang from their arms and the pain would bring them back to concentrate on their hard little cocks. I reckoned in the morning they would be delirious with fatigue and the inability to get sexual relief. They would be ready for anything!

"I slept fitfully, too hyped up to relax. I could not see the boys clearly but I could hear them. At first they speculated on their fate on the morrow, later they groaned often, and then were silent in exhaustion. In the morning they were both still hard enough to push their little cocks nearly to their bellies with their ball sacks contracted up tight and balls bursting for release. Their bodies trembled with fatigue and lust. I first released Mudi; he obediently knelt in front of me taking my piss hard cock in his small hands. I relaxed and let the flow come and the boy in complete submission directed the warm stream over his face, in his hair and over his chest, belly and pubis. When a boy does this freely, even licking the salty fluid off his lips, one knows he is completely depraved and submissive. It was deeply satisfying and boded well for an exciting day! He shook off the last drops and licked the glans clean. I cuffed him and told him to get on with his morning tasks. I re secured Milo and ran my hands over his stretched body; he trembled and moaned under my firm touch.

"Today for you sexy boy. Test if Milo still like the whip and torture and bird make harder."

"I fondeled his hard cock, he groaned and desperately humped my fist like a randy puppy.

"I gave him a double dose of the sex stimulus drug and left him to reflect on his imminent ordeal. Mudi scurried around working for two. Cleaning, preparing my breakfast, shaving me, and other routine duties. Then he ferried ashore a couple of dive bags with toys for me to use on my boys and a cool box with my lunch and some beer. I'd decided that there would be more opportunities for a memorable session ashore and the muddy beach and small patch of marshy grass behind it looked ideal.

"An hour later Milo's nubile smooth body was hanging from his wrists between two convenient trees; his ankles were tied, pulling his legs wide apart into a nice "X" shape that showed off his straining muscles to perfection. His smooth sun darkened body gleamed with coconut oil. He was already in some discomfort and was moaning softly and tossing his pretty head from side to side. I went over too him, fondled his taught flesh and pulled his lips to mine and kissed him deeply and wetly. He responded with passion and I moved my hand down to fell his cock straining against the cock ring and balls pulled up tight begging to unload, he desperately thrust his hips try to fuck his cock into my hand. I knew he was ready but he confirmed it.

"Mudi was equally aroused with his long thin uncut cock straining up to nearly touch his flat belly. I ordered him to kneel in front of Milo and start sucking his cock and pulling his balls downwards. I warned him that under no circumstances was he to allow the slut to orgasm. He set too with a will and Milo started to abandon his body to the growing lust building from his loaded balls. I walked behind him and brought the whip down across his back with about half force. The lash flicked into one armpit. A thin red stripe marked the brown flesh. His body jerked forward under the shock and he gasped in pain but did not scream. I laid on four more strokes of the same force and he writhed under the blows gasping to try and control the pain. Where the stripes intersected the skin broke and small trickles of crimson blood traced down his flesh. I ordered Mudi to stop noting that the boy was still fully aroused despite, or maybe because of the pain.

"I obliged with five further strokes across his buttocks and thighs. He cursed and shouted obscenities through his tears and screams. His face was now streaked with tears and snot and his body slick with sweat in the heat of the midday sun. I was working up a sweat too and needed a beer. I ordered Mudi to tie a thong round Milo's balls then tie an empty bucket to it. It little had effect on the thirteen year olds balls, but Mudi had scampered to the waters edged and filled a second bucket and started to scoop, water into the hanging bucket. Soon the weight pulled the boy's ball sack down obscenely and Milo started gasping with the slowly increasing pain. His cock got impossibly hard and was leaking clear pre cum. Still the weight and the pain to the boy's bound testicles was increased until I judged he could handle no more and I told Mudi to stop and fondle the boy's tortured ball sack. Milo groaned and writhed in his bonds. Next I got Mudi to work a bamboo chop stick as sound into the boy's piss slit stretching it as poor Milo screamed in agony and his smooth body writhed against his bonds yet it was evident that the pain was keeping him fully hard and aroused. When I judged the delicate membrane was sufficiently abused I told Mudi to pull out the instrument and a little blood oozed out of the bruised and gaping slit. Now when eventually he was allowed to orgasm the hot semen would sear the tenderised tissue of his urethra.

"The pre teen boy's eyes shone with sadistic lust and he danced from one foot to the other, stiff little cock jiggling, with the adrenalin of anticipation.

"It was evident that both boys had abandoned all reservations to the great tide of sado-masochist lust engulfing their adolescent bodies and minds but I needed them to confirm it.

"I turned to Milo hanging stretched and gleaming in the sun. I released the bucket from his darkening balls and fondled them. He groaned in a combination of relief and lust.

"So I had a pair of willing little masochists wanting to be taken to the limit, I felt my sadistic lusts reaching new heights, my stomach churned with sick, adrenalin powered, anticipation. My cock had no doubts of the pleasures that lay ahead.

"Mudi at half way through his twelve year had neither the strength nor the weigh to inflict serious damage on Milo's stretched and wholly vulnerably body but he used the cat o nine tails with great enthusiasm and surprising accuracy on his friends flesh. Milo jerked and squirmed under repeated lashes but neither cried nor begged for cessation of his agonies. On the contrary he mouthed obscenities at his friend urging him to stop playing about and deriding him for his weaknesses as a girly boy. Soon the smooth oiled flesh of boy's belly, tights and chest was cris crossed with the dark red welts of the lash. At some intersections crimson blood oozed out and flowed down the boy's flesh mingling with the sweat and oil that slicked it. After twelve strokes Mudi was panting and slicked with sweat and I judged Milo had taken enough of this part of his abuse. I bid Mudi take a rest and find the small whip. I pressed my body close to the hanging boy's tortured flesh, my hard cock pressed against his belly next to his own rampant cock. I revelled in the sensation of his body shuddering in agony against mine, I wanted above all things to cut him down to writhe in the mud and then to rape his tight little boy cunt mercilessly, but I managed to postpone the lust for the moment. With one hand I grasped his balls and felt him stiffen with the increased pain. With the other I lifted his chin and met his lust and pain dimmed gaze. I knew he was far gone into the dark world of the submissive masochist and would probably consent to the most extreme abuse. That is not my style however I wanted him in the twilight zone of expressing his consent and compliance. His lips parted and the bright pink tongue flicked across his lips. I kissed him roughly and deeply and he responded with passion.

"I went round to the boy's back, pressed close with my cock resting in the cleavage of his buttocks, caressed his injured chest and chewed on his ear lope. He humped back against my cock in desperate lust. He was ready to go one stage deeper.

"Mudi revelled in his task, his chosen toy was short whip with a handle and a number of flat leather tail, a martinet openly sold in Europe for disciplining dogs. With this the twelve year old repeatedly struck the hanging thirteen year old tumescent cock, it bounced back under the blows amazingly without any softening. With my arms around the skinny chest and my chest and belly pressing the boy's back and buttocks I could feel each agonised response to the blows. The boy screamed at each blow and cursed his tormentor between blows. His penis darkened with welt and bruises

"I nodded my approval;

"I gave Milo a big sniff of Poppers in each nostril and he shuddered as the fumes fuelled his lusts. Then Mudi struck with all his strength across the teenager's ball sack as it dangled beneath the bruised but still stiff cock. The effect on the boy in my arms was electrifying. At first his body arched forward straining every sinew against his bonds, mouth open in a silent scream. Then as the especial pain from bruised testicles diffused his body he writhed in the agonies coursing through his adolescent body. He had no breath left to curse now but groaned and tossed his pretty head from side to side. Drool, snot and tears marked the dusky cheeks. Mudi repeated his blows five more times before I judged it was time for a change of action. By this time Milo's balls were swollen and purple and the boy writhed in continual agonies but as he had yet to say the 'safe' words maybe I could let Mudi try piercing his friends body. I needed him to re confirm his compliance to this new level of pain. I offered the little Poppers flask to his nostrils and the boy inhaled the fumes deeply. Then I instructed Mudi to suck the boy's bruised cock to sooth him and to stoke the lusts boiling in his tortured body and mind. The boy humped his friend's mouth and moaned.

"I supervised Mudi finding the box of hypodermic needles that are ideal for piercing a young boy's body. They are designed to push into the flesh with ease, do no permanent damage and being kept sterile causes no post games infections. Nevertheless a young boy could cause injury so I used a marker pen to indicate where he inserted them and instructed him not to stab but push firmly and slowly. I embraced Milo's trembling body again and he responded with passionate kisses. I sensed he was ready and willing.

"The first pair of needles Mudi drove full depth into each smooth thigh. The next pair likewise into the boy's small buttocks. They must have hurt as the boy writhed but he made no sound. The next pair one in each hairless armpit caused even more pain and his body jerked in response. I did not want to get left out of this very hot action so had the intense pleasure of feeling the needles as I pushed them from side to side through the dark aureoles of the boy's nipples, trickles of crimson blood ran down his smooth chest. He gasped and stiffened but this pain was definitely turning the screw of his boiling lusts even tighter. I gave him time to savour the delicious pain and knelt and took his injured cock into my mouth and sucked him painfully, he responded humping with frantic abandon, even when I took his bruised and swollen balls into my mouth and chewed on them.

"Mudi obliged and the thirteen year old writhed in masochistic delight. Time for the ultimate sadistic abuse to be inflicted on the boy. I pinched the taught flesh of his belly below the navel and Mudi forced one of the larger needles through causing more blood to flow, just three needles remained. I offered the Poppers bottle under first the left then the right nostril and the boy inhaled the heady fumes deeply. Then I made a fist round the shaft of boy's circumcised cock and held it firm as I worked a needle through from side to side just below the glans. For the last two I gripped the boy's scrotum pulling the swollen testicles away from his body and my willing apprentice slowly forced a needle into the left orb. Milo screamed and bucked wildly and it took all my strength to hold him steady until the needle's point was pushed right through. His sphincters gave way with pain and terror, urine splashed over Mudi and faeces ran down his inner thighs

"The agonised convulsions of Milo's naked body were deeply erotic and arousing to both Mudi and I. The smooth oiled flesh was now marked by the lash, slicked with sweat and streaked with blood, his pretty face stained with snot and tears. His chest heaved as he struggled for breath between gut wrenching sobs.

"My raging, sadistic fuelled, lust could not be delayed so I swiftly recovered the needles that adorned the boy's body, handed them to Mudi to place in a strong antiseptic solution to sterilise, and lowered him to the ground to remove wrist and ankle cuffs. Milo knelt in the mud at my feet in submission, a filthy, bruised, bleeding, soiled and completely depraved little boy whore bottom. I lifted his pretty face and unbidden he parted his lip. I thrust my cock deeper down his throat that Id ever been and he gagged and struggled but I held him firm until I felt him weaken. I pulled out and pushed him roughly backwards to lie in the mud. In total submission he raised his knees to his shoulders and gripped his ankles. His anus was fully exposed and spasming in lust like a dark little eye.

"Heedless of the Milo's bruises, bloody, piss and shit fouled state Mudi then I set about taking him hard and rough. First I knelt either side of the boy's head and pulled his ankles even wider. Mudi knelt with splayed thighs and thrust his throbbing uncut cock into the offered anus. As Milo slavered at my balls the twelve year old fucked him with wild abandon. Mudi did not last too long before his body went rigid in orgasm, he groaned in ecstasy. When the pulses had subsided he pulled out with a wet plop and flopped on to his back to lie gasping in post coital euphoria. Milo had not reached that happy state yet and screamed to be even more roughly sodomised by me his Master. I flipped him on to his belly to lie squirming in the churned up mud of the foreshore. He pulled his knees up under him and kneeling offered his befouled rump like a bitch on heat. His anus gaped blackly and Mudi's cum dribbled out. I wanted something special now so I kicked his butt.

"Like piglets in the mud of a sty their filthy naked bodies joined and writhed in the lusts of depravity. I needed no further stimulus to join in and penetrated Milo's tight young anus in a single thrust. He screamed round the cock in his mouth and humped his bruised cock down the younger boy's throat heedless of the pain. We rutted in the mud like the depraved and lust crazed animals we had become. I wished the intoxication of sodomising the boy could last for ever but all too soon I felt the contractions of his building orgasm round my cock. Milo shouted in ecstasy and came prodigiously in Mudi's mouth. Seconds later I had one of the most powerful orgasms ever deep in the Milo's guts. Satiated and exhausted we lay twined together in the filth. After a while I pulled Milo back towards me to squat over Mudi's mouth, open his anal sphincter and squirt out the churned up cum from Mudi's and my orgasms to mix with his own cum there. Last I watched in satiated bliss as the two boys embraced and kissed deeply passing the mixed cum from one to another. After they chatted in awed terms of the intensity of their experience. Milo assured the younger boy that the bigger the pains he was able to endure, the more powerful would be the rewarding orgasm at the end. He also boasted that no matter how bruised his cock was he could still give the boy a good fuck at the end to prepare him to take Master's big cock. The listened in apprehension and sick excitement at what lay in store for him. Both boys were quickly hard again. Soon it would be time to clean up with a swim and then take poor little Mudi on his journey through pain and humiliation. Strangely the idea seemed to be exciting both boys equally! Our descent into depravity was complete…

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