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 Into this story I have poured my malice, my evil, my darkness.  I leave the
stain of these traits onto this story, and thus hope to cleanse my\soul. 
This is a side-follow-on-story to Quantum Singularity part 1.  It details
Ernesto's pursuits.  Since English is not my first language there might be
miss written segments.  Please feel free to send contributions and comments
to thetruexenos@yahoo.com I would be interested in your feedback

   First person through out the tale is Ernesto

   Begin.

   I was driving down the street thinking about Lorenzo's call the day
before.  Using a set of word and cue signals that we had among ourselves,
he had alerted me that he had found another boy for us.  Lorenzo had proven
very resourceful at finding, and "acquiring" these boys.  As was customary,
and to keep good security, we did not exchange any traceable details over
the phone.  From the few details that we did exchange, it sounded like this
time around he had found a particularly good specimen.  He had mentioned
that there might be a few things that we wanted to try with the subject.

   Lorenzo and I had been working on our "project" for over a decade now.
Ours was a partnership which had proven very fruitful and successful.  Our
success was due in no small part to our attention to detail, security, and
discreteness.  The security and secrecy was well warranted because our
venture sick as it was, consisted of the sexual use of young teenagers,
followed by their disposal.  The disposal of the subjects, had at first
been problematic, but as I soon found out, the disposal process we chose
was highly arousing, and had for me at least become the focus of our
activities together.

   I kept meticulous records of our subjects, often reliving our actions
with them in my head, and often ejaculating copiously at the thought of
what I had done, or what I wanted to try next.  It had been now 54
subjects, mostly during the summers, when kids were out of school and
accessible to us.  Each year we got better at it too.  Whereas when we
started we were lucky to take in one kid a year, we had now managed to do
one a month.  In fact the summer had not arrived yet, and we had already
enjoyed the company of 3 kids: Francisco, Manuel, and Julio.  Julio, the
last kid to be "processed" might still be alive right now.  The thought of
checking on him excited me, plus I must confess I wanted to see what
Lorenzo had come up with.  Though he did not give any details on the phone,
his voice did have a certain tenor of excitement.

   I found a rare parking spot in the street, and moved quickly to park. 
Got out of the car, locked it, and walked in the nearby corner's cafe bar.
I ordered a coffee and a tapa of chorizo with cheese.  The bar was empty
except for a couple having coffee together in the table next to the window.
Convinced that I would have some privacy in the back, I walked to the pay
phone in the back of the bar, inserted four coins in the phone and dialed
Lorenzo's number.  The phone rang multiple times, and I began to fear that
I would not get Lorenzo.  Just as I was considering hanging up, Lorenzo
answered.  I began by using my code word for all clear on my side, go ahead
and speak.  Lorenzo responded with his all clear to talk code.  This meant
that we were both in a place were we could speak with out fear of being
listened in or being traced to us.  The conversation went on for about 10
minutes, and the jest of it was this.  The new subject's name was Javier.
He was older than what we were used to, an almost 16 year old.  He was one
of the star soccer players at his school, and as such he had a well
developed body.  Lorenzo mentioned the fact that he knew how much I liked a
muscular youth.  Lorenzo had already begun breaking the boy, and was in the
process of using him even as we spoke.  I told Lorenzo that I was in luck
as I had planned to take the coming week off from the office.  I had though
about looking for boys myself, but now, one was available.  I let Lorenzo
know that I would head there that afternoon, and that I would bring
supplies.

   I hang up the phone, and went back for my coffee and tapa.  I sipped the
coffee slowly, thinking of what I needed to do before going over to
Lorenzo's.  I could not avoid having a smile in my face as I relished for a
few minutes the possibilities in front of me.  It was mid morning on
Friday, and thought that if I left towards the mountains now, I would avoid
most of the weekend traffic.  I sprang into action.

   I paid for the coffee and tapa, leaving a respectable tip for the
bartender, so as to not stick out either as a miser or a good tipper.  I
stepped outside, got in my car, and drove to my flat.  Once there, I picked
up my suitcase, plus supplies and a few specialty items meant for Javier. I
took my stuff out to the car, and drove on to the autovia del noroeste,
towards the mountains.  The first 60 km were a breeze, with highway
driving. However as I took secondary roads, and then finally tertiary roads
for the last 20 km or so, the driving got slower and harder as I had to
travel increasingly narrower and windy roads.  Lorenzo's driveway was
almost hidden from view, protected by forest and bush, the narrow gap
between the trees was just wide enough to let the car through.  About 30
meters in, I had to go step out of the car to open a locked metal gate
which protected the place from unwanted visitors.  After driving the car
inside the gate, I got out again, and closed it behind the car, making sure
that the lock was once again secured.  Ten minutes later I stopped the car
in front of our chalet.

   I pressed the remote opener and the garage door began to open. 
Lorenzo's car, a brown Citroen, was already parked there.  That car had
brought so many boys here now, I though, that it should receive a namesake
for that.  While thinking this, and I must confess full of anticipation, I
got out of the car, took my suitcase and the other bag with supplies,
closed the car door and walked in the house through the garage.  Once
inside I pressed the garage switch again, and the garage door began to
close behind me.  I walked up the stairs to the main floor, and deposited
the supply bag in the kitchen counter.

   I began unpacking the supplies, and cleaning the kitchen some. 
Obviously Lorenzo had been too busy to clean the kitchen.  A messy kitchen
was something which was very uncharacteristic of him.  I chucked it to the
fact that Lorenzo knew that once I arrived, I would take my share of the
boy.  Even down here I could use the muffled sounds of Lorenzo doing
something to the boy.  I felt bad about the fact that I had kind of
overused the last couple of boys, and I made a mental note to make sure
that Lorenzo would have a better than 50/50 with this one.

   Once the supplies were put away, I went one more level to my bedroom,
and I placed my small suitcase on the bed.  I had most of what I needed
here, but I always liked to bring a few things with me anyway.  As I was
doing this I heard Lorenzo come down the stairs from the attic.  We met in
the hall and greeted each other with a gentle and warm embrace.  It was
good to see him.  I looked at him, and could tell by his facial expression
that he was really excited.

   Lorenzo told me how wonderful the boy was and beckoned me to come
upstairs and see for myself.  I smiled, and agreed.  I certainly wanted to
see the latest catch.  Lorenzo had already had him for 2 days, and the boy
was now totally aware that he was staying with us against his will.  This
was a pity, because one of the thing I liked doing was slowly tricking the
boys into giving up control, and the promise of taking them home was a good
bargaining chip.  I had expected that this would not work with an older
boy, especially one that had already been here for so long.

   The younger boys, specially the ones under 13 could be tricked to
amazing lengths.  In fact, one of this Springs's subjects, a young 13 year
old, had not caught onto what was about to happen to him until after we had
started impaling him.  That boy's body was still up in the mountain spot we
called the killing field.

   I came up to the attic with Lorenzo.  The attic was one big room, except
for some bedrooms on one end.  There was Javier in all his glory.  The boy,
had already been stripped of all his clothing, and Lorenzo was in the
process of inflicting his favorite tortures, and sodomizing the boy at
will. My dick stirred as I heard Lorenzo's description of what he had done
so far.  Right away, I took notice that that Lorenzo had not overdone his
superlatives.  The boy was truly superb and very muscular for his age.  A
set of well defined muscular legs came to a narrow waste, which flared back
up to muscular shoulders and back.  His endowment was also very generous,
and his face vas easy on the eyes.  Lorenzo had the boy with his hands tied
overhead, forcing the boy to stand up on the ball of his feet.  Lorenzo had
also placed opaque swimming goggles over the boy's eyes.  It was obvious
that a whipping session had been underway before my arrival.  I stepped up
to the boy, and placed my hand on his chest.  I could feel his heart
beating furiously.  I passed my hands down his exposed body, feeling his
smooth well tanned skin.  The boy had a thin bush of pubic hair over his
above average endowment, which was highlighted by the lack of tanning in
the area.  I held his manhood, and gently fondled it.  I could feel his
heart beat and the stirrings of growth due my manipulation.

   I let go of the boys dick, and turned towards Lorenzo.  I told him that
he could have him the rest of the afternoon, but that tonight I would take
my turn with the boy.  Lorenzo assented surprised to have the boy the rest
of the afternoon.  Lorenzo knew full well what my appetites were, and
correctly gauged that I would use the boy hard.

   I had decided to let Lorenzo have his way with Javier the rest of the
day to atone for keeping the last two boys mostly to myself, but I also had
in mind checking up on Julio, whom we had left up the mountain about 4 days
ago.  If he was still alive, I could perhaps still inflict some more pain
and suffering on him.  It was a good motivation for a good hike up the
sierra.  I went down to my bedroom, and changed clothes and shoes for the
hike.

   My backpack was hanging in the kitchen wall.  I placed water and the
usual stuff in the pack, to set out to the killing spot.  There were always
mandatory things to bring up the mountain.  One of them was firewood, which
we stored on a spot next to the killing field, were we sometimes camped. 
We also brought with us a few extra water bottles which we would leave up
there for later use.

   The killing field was a spot that Lorenzo and I had found many years
back, and had been a clincher behind us buying the spot.  The only way to
access it was by walking up a narrow path surrounded on both sides by steep
cliffs; once on the top the steep path gave way to a high flat area, ringed
by large rocks.  Save by alpine climbing the only way to get to this spot
was through our property.  The privacy of our property was thus paramount
to us, and it was essential that it be kept free or trespassers.  The
remoteness of the place, coupled with a happy confluence of geographic
features made this possible.  On one side of the property, the railway had
built a very tall wall to protect the train from falling rocks.  The clever
use of thorn bushes, walls, cattle, and barbed wire on the other made the
place extremely isolated.  I set out of the kitchen door at a good pace up
the mountain.  It normally took an hour and a half to get there, 2 if you
were heavily laden, which I was.  Though summer had not arrived in the
calendar, it was already here.  The sun beat down on me as I climbed,
making me sweat, and forced me to rest a few times.  When I finally got to
the camping spot, I slumped down on a sitting rock, and happily dropped the
bundle or firewood I had brought with me.  It was a true pain to do this,
but there were no trees up here, so the firewood had to be brought.  I
placed my addition to a pile protected from the elements by a shallow cave
in the rock wall.

   Free of my pack, I drank more water, and admired the view, feeling my
anticipation build.  Would Julio be still alive?  Finally, I got up, and
walked towards the killing field, which was only a short distance away,
around a large set of boulders.  Our "boy disposal" method was actually
rather simple.  At first we had simply tied the boys down to a rock, and
let the exposure to the elements or the actions of vermin to kill them, and
dispose of the bodies.  Through a series of trial and errors, we had
refined our immobilization method until we finally came upon the idea of
impaling the boy's on metal poles.  Once skewered the boys had no place to
go, and were easy for the vermin to disposed of them.  However we soon
began to experiment with ways that allowed the boys to be impaled with out
killing them.  The pole running through their bodies, combined with well
placed ligatures immobilized the boys, and made it possible to deliver
additional torture and suffering.  For one thing, boys could remain alive
for quite a while their life was slowly taken away by exposure, insects, or
vermin.

   My favorite thing about the act of impaling the boys was the face of
surprise and disbelief they had as the blunt tipped rod smoothly tore
through their bodies.  We had impaled Julio about 4 days ago.  He had not
been an exception to this.  Just like all the other recent visitors to this
spot, we had stripped Julio naked except for the tight underwear we forced
him to wear, blind folded him, placed him on tall foot rests, and then
carefully skewered him.  It was surprisingly difficult to impale a boy the
way we wanted.  We did not wish to damage any of the internal organs, nor
cause massive blood loss.  If done properly, other than a minor amount of
bleeding at the entry and exit points of the pole, no fatal damage was done
to the boy.

   I rounded the last boulder and Julio's body came into view.  He was as
we had left him; at the bottom of the slab with the metal pole through his
body, protruding through the bottom of his mouth, forcing his head back,
and forced to look straight up.  Julio had been further immobilized by
tying the feet, and hands together behind his back.  Julio's ligatures
forced his upper legs to point straight down, so that his knees were the
only part of his body touching the ground.  He was kept upright by the
metal pole.

   Julio's only attire consisted of two items, the tight navy blue Speedos
that he had unwittingly chosen for himself, and a thick leather collar
around the neck.  One of things that I liked about the boys being forced to
wear tight underwear during their final ordeal is that if they had to pee,
or take a dump, they were forced to go on themselves.  If the boys were so
unlucky, and most all of them were, as to have to take a shit after being
impaled, they were rewarded by attracting vermin, and multitudes of insects
towards themselves.  I also liked it because it added one more dimension of
humiliation to the boy's experience.

   In the slab next to Julio you could see the effects of both vermin and
insects.  The skeletal remains of Julio's predecessor, Manuel, could be
seen.  The skeleton was still tied and bound in the same manner, and except
for having a different color of underwear on, you could have taken it to be
an X-Ray of Julio's current position.  I came up to Julio and knelt besides
him.  My professional habit as a doctor forced me to check his condition
and asses his state.  Julio was still alive, but unconscious, and by the
look of him I doubted he would regain consciousness if he received no aid,
especially water.  Surprisingly, it was dehydration that killed the impaled
boys more than anything else.  Exposure and vermin attacks were the
minority of the causes.

   As I thought about these things while next to Julio, I noticed flies
buzzing all around the boy looking for a nice moist place to place egg. 
His mouth, forced open by the metal pole was fly heaven.  Looking around
the boy, I noticed that he had a lump between his butt cheeks, proving that
he had pooped in his underwear.

   I toyed with the idea of prolonging Julio's suffering by giving him
water.  Giving the boy a good drink of water might let him live another
day, perhaps 2.  The question is why would I do that?  I thought about it
for a while, and decided that it would be deliciously wicked if Julio
should be still alive when we brought Javier up here.  The perverseness of
forcing the boys to see what was being done to each other turned me on
immediately.  Julio would get to see Javier get impaled, plus what we did
to him AND Javier would get to see Julio die.

   The only problem with the plan was that I did not know if he would last
long enough.  It would be at a minimum 2 days before we would bring Javier
up here; would Julio last that long?  I decided to leave it to chance, and
taking a coin out of my pocket, I tossed it in the air, choosing heads for
Julio's life extension.

   The brat got lucky, or unlucky depending on how you thought about it.  I
would try to help him live a few more days.  That off course did not mean
that I would take it easy on him.  I slapped his cheek firmly, brining him
out of his unconscious state.  His eyes opened slowly, dazed and exhausted.
Then he passed out again.  I slapped him harder this time, bringing him
back, forcing him to look around confused for a few seconds as he fought to
remember where he was.  When he finally remembered, he tried to jerk away
from me, only to found out his state of bondage.

   Julio breathed in deeply emitting a rasp, then coughed, as he inhaled a
few of the many flies that had invaded his exposed mouth.  The breathing
and coughing went on for a little while, until he settled down.  Julio then
emitted a faint unintelligible moan.  I approached my ear towards his
mouth, and heard the moan again, which turned out to be a nearly
unintelligible plea for water.

   I had expected as much.  I stood up, opened my fly, and began to urinate
into his mouth.  He took the liquid gladly and desperately drank my piss in
an effort to quench his thirst.  I found it amusing that the kid so
desperately wanted my piss now.  I stopped and started my stream a few
times, to watch the expression of relief as more pee was provided.  Once I
was done, I zipped up and further assessed the kid's condition.

   He was running a mild fever, and had sustained some sunburn.  There was
no visible ongoing blood loss between his legs, and it appeared that the
boy's mouth was fighting some infection where the pole had come out.  I
took a small tube of antibiotic cream, and smeared it on the mouth wound. I
knew this would not help the boy much, and if I wanted him to last 2 days
he would need substantially more than I had given him so far.

   I went back to the camp site and retrieved my backpack.  Once I was back
next to Julio, I took a bottle of coke out of my backpack and opened.  Then
gently I tipped the open end in Julio's mouth, and allowed the black liquid
to slowly drip down his throat.

   Over the next hours I both fed the boy coca cola and hydrated the boy
with ample water.  I knew he was doing ok when I noticed a wet spot form in
the front of the boy's underwear, and a small yellow pool formed next to
one of his knees.  This told me that A: he finally had enough fluids in him
to pee, and B: his kidneys were still working.  Both of these things bode
well for the boy lasting longer.  My work here for today was done.  The sun
was going down, and I wanted to go play with Javier.

   I took my last bottle of water, and emptied it quickly in the boy's
mouth.  Then I gathered my things, strapped my hiking pack back on, and
began my journey down the mountain.  The boy started whimpering behind me
as I left him behind, they always did that, but as soon as I rounded the
corner his whimpers faded and were lost in the wind.

   The hike downhill was always shorter than the way up, and I was back at
the chalet in just a bit over an hour just as the sun was setting.  I had
used the time to think about what I wanted to do with and to Javier.  Now
as I came through the kitchen door, I had made my mind up.