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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.

   The night had past too soon.  The sun rise surprised me before I had
finished everything I wanted to try, but I had to concede that I was done
for now.  Javier had been everything I had hoped for and more.  I would get
one more shot at him later in the evening.  That would be my last shot at
the boy.  Lorenzo and I had decided we would take Javier to the mountain
tomorrow morning.

   I left Javier suspended from the roof beam by his wrists with his feet
only a few inches over the floor.  The boy's boy was truly gorgeous; even
now his limp body was an amazing sight.  I was sure that Lorenzo would soon
come up to take his last turn with the boy.  I went downstairs, and with
out taking a shower, I got in bed and quickly fell asleep.  I really needed
a short nap.

   I woke up slowly, later that morning.  I lay in bed for a few minutes,
slowly waking up, and stretching a few times.  Upstairs, I could hear
Javier's faint moans of pain, intermingled with the whacks of Lorenzo
delivering another whipping on the boy.  Javier was a very strong boy, but
I knew that once Lorenzo finished, and I took my turn with him the boy
would have no strength left, mental or physical.  My goal that evening
would in fact be to break the boy's will.  Once broken, I would rekindle
hope in the boy by promising him freedom.  Lorenzo and I had slowly refined
our method over the years.  After our brutal treatments, and lack of sleep
the boys were confused, disoriented, and weary.  The promise of an end to
their suffering, of a way out of the hell we had unleashed on them, made
them docile and easy to order around.

   Our story was that we would walk them to a far away road, where we would
release them to be picked up by a driver.  In their hope of escape, they
would gladly walk themselves up the mountain to their appointment with the
killing spot.  Because Javier was an older and physically stronger boy, we
would have to be extra careful.  Javier could pose a real problem if he got
loose.

   I finally got out of bed, and went downstairs where I began preparing a
late breakfast for both myself and Lorenzo.  When the smell of the food
reached the attic, Lorenzo came down to the kitchen and joined me.  He was
wearing his favorite outfit consisting of tight leather pants and a body
harness.  I grinned when I saw him come bright eyed through the kitchen
door.  He smiled back, and greeted me.  He was ecstatic about getting so
much boy time, and he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself.  I served
breakfast, and we both sat down, and started to eat.  The topic of
conversation was off course Javier.  Lorenzo said that he was ready to
begin another gut punching session as soon as he went back upstairs.  I
discussed what I had in mind for this evening to finally break the boy. 
Lorenzo approved, grinning again.

   Having both discussed our immediate plans for the boy; I decided to
bring up the topic of boy disposal.  We would as usual convince Javier that
we would let him go free.  The story had always worked.  However the ploy
of setting him free with the condition of not telling anyone anything he
knew about us, our location, or what had happened to him would have to be
delivered well.  We would allow a shorter than normal last night of rest.
Javier would only buy the false promise of freedom that way.

   Additionally we also went through the details of what I wanted to do at
the top of the mountain.  Whereas Lorenzo got first cut at the boys in the
house, I had the say on matters related to the boy disposal method.  What I
wanted to do in the killing field would require a few items that were not
present up the mountain, so I would go back up to the spot, to both deliver
and prepare supplies, and check on Julio.

   Among my preparations I made two 2 liter bottles of soupy mush potatoes
which I would use to feed the Julio, plus 4 liters of water for him. 
Lorenzo and I would setup a tent up there to stay a few days, so I also
packed a tent, camping supplies, and another bundle of firewood.  After
about 2 hours, I set out for the mountain spot, heavily laden with
supplies, but happy.  Last night had really lifted my Spirits, and I was
really looking forward to impaling Javier in less than a day now.

   My trek to the killing spot took almost twice as long as usual.  When I
finally reached the camping area, I was quite relieved to drop another
bundle of firewood.  Had I known how hard the trek was going to be, I would
have left the firewood behind, but at least now I had arrived, and we had
added to the reserve of firewood, which was now quite respectable.  I sat
down, on a sitting stone by the fire ring, and drank some water as I
rested.

   I looked into the fire ring and noticed that in the ashes I could still
see the remains of a shoe sole that had somehow escaped the flames; So many
memories.  I thought back about the many bundles of clothes that we had
burned here.  Burning the boy's clothes in front of them had become part of
a ceremony.  First we would strip the boys down to their underwear.  This
included their shoes.  Then we would drop the boy's clothes in the fire
while they watched.  It was a ritual.

   I always got a kick of keeping the boys clothed in tight underwear
through out their final ordeal.  Since Speedos had become available it in
Spain, it had been the only thing we allowed the boys to wear; A required
uniform of shorts.  I could never quite explain it to myself, but somehow
the tight underwear bound the boy's doomed manhood, so that somehow they
were under my control to the end.  As I mentioned to you before, the fact
that they often had to pee on themselves while still wearing them was also
another desirable source of humiliation to the boys.

   I felt rested so I got up, and walked to the nearby killing field. 
There again, I found Julio, impaled, sweating, and unconscious.  His
torment was progressing very much like those of his predecessors.  By now
the ants had found the boy, and were crawling over him, finding vulnerable
spots to eat into him .  If I did nothing, they would probably finish him
off soon.  I would have to do something about the ants now if I wanted the
boy to last until tomorrow.

   I once again assessed the boy, and found that his fever had broken, he
had peed repeatedly during the night, and the vermin had not bitten into
him yet.  His sunburn had gotten worse since yesterday, and he was bleeding
some from his wrists, no doubt caused by a struggle to free himself.  His
mouth had swollen considerably, because of infection and because the fly
inserted maggots were starting to eat away at his flesh.  With that in
mind, I sprang to action.

   First, I put my backpack down, and emptied the items that we would use
with Javier tomorrow.  A wide crack between the boulders provided the
perfect way to store the items away from the elements.  Then I turned my
attention to Julio.  I unzipped my pants once again, and began relieving
myself in his mouth.  The boy stirred to life, surprised and probably very
confused.  However, instinctively he began swallowing right away.  I
allowed my stream to stray from his mouth, and spray the boy's body,
washing the ants off him.  When I was done, I knelt besides the boy, made
eye contact, and greeted him.

   His facial expression was one of exhaustion and curiosity.  His mouth,
freshly moistened, spasmed, and he spoke, asking for water.  I told him I
had good news for him, and made preparations to both feed him and give him
drink.  I had never fed a boy who had been impaled before so I was about to
try something completely new here.  The risk was that if his intestines
were pinched because of the impaling pole, he might die.  However I
suspected this would not be the case.  The boy was now in his 5th day, and
if he had not died yet, he would probably survive ingesting some food.

   I began by gradually emptying a liter bottle of water down the boy's
throat.  The boys face reflected the comfort that a belly full of water
brought to him.  So much so that he closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.
I took a few cuts of cucumber, and spread them on the floor around him. 
That would keep the ants off him for a day or so, and that was all that I
needed and wanted.

   While the boy slept, I went to have a look at what ever was left of
Manuel.  The vermin had certainly picked his carcass clean of meat.  The
only soft tissue I could see was some dried up ligaments, some parched
skin, and the boys head of hair.  Everything else was just bones.  The
flies and ants were long ago done with him.

   Manuel's skeleton remained in one piece, the legs splayed apart, but
still resting on the knees.  The pelvis, still clad on a now slack white
Speedo, was about 20 cm above the ground.  I reached to the skeleton, and
undid the thick collar which had collared the boy.  The stiff leather
collar, which was about 8 cm wide, was something that we had all the boys
wear.  We normally forced them to wear it as soon as they left the attic in
the chalet.  Forcing a collar around the boys neck was another
pre-impalement ritual if you would, but one with a purpose.  The collar
also allowed easier physical control of the boy in the way up the mountain,
and during the impalement process.  With out a doubt this collar would go
around Javier's neck tomorrow.  I placed the collar in my backpack to bring
it down to the chalet to meet his next wearer.

   Next, I took a screwdriver with a wide flat blade, and unscrewed the
perm holding the impaling pole down.  It only took half a turn.  I grabbed
the pole, and lifted it straight up.  When the bottom of the pole went past
the boy's mandible, Manuel's skeleton stood upright for a few seconds, then
it leaned and then tumbled down.  I reached for the Speedos, and pushed
them down the legs.  I unbounded the feet from the arms and set the garment
free.  I held the Speedo's up, observing some faded blood stains and dried
up shit on them, and just like the rest of my collection this addition had
the characteristic rip between the legs.

   I took a tag out of my chest pocket and attached it to the garment. 
Then pulling a pen I wrote "Manuel 5/1983-b" I stepped back to my backpack,
and I took a plastic bag where I placed the garment.  Hopefully tonight
before my time with Javier these would be washed and on my wall.  Next, I
came back to the skeleton and rebound the arms and legs together, denying
the boy, even well after death freedom.  I lifted it, and took it to a deep
crevasse between a few rocks.  The crevasse doubled as a latrine, and down
there in a jumble of excrement and bones laid the remains of 53 boys.

   This house keeping duty done, I turned my attention to Julio.  I woke
him up again, and began patiently feeding and hydrating him.  The boy
relished the soupy mush potato that I had brought for him.  When I was
done, he had consumed about 6 liters of water, and 4 liters (a gallon) of
mush potatoes.  The boy still bound by the ligatures and the impaling pole
exhibited a noticeably distended stomach.

   The boy's immediate water and food needs had been met.  Now he began
complaining of the pain he was experiencing.  To shut him up, and in an
uncharacteristically kind move, I gave him two aspirin.

   Julio fell asleep again, and I decided to return to the chalet and
finish my work with Javier.  I wanted to get down and have another nice
long session with Javier.  I prepared the slab besides Julio to receive
Javier tomorrow.  Because Javier was a larger boy than what we were used
to, I had to change the height and placement of the foot rests, and made
sure to select the longer impaling pole.  The placement was of course
chosen so Julio would be able to see what was done to Javier.  I had
carefully measured Javier dimensions, so I new just where to place the
clamp in the pole.

   These and other preparations did not take long.  When I had finished I
picked up all the items that I would bring down with me, and made ready to
go, when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.  Julio's dick was
hard.  Though Julio was still asleep, his dick was straining against his
tight dark blue Speedo's.  I could not pass up this opportunity.

   Quietly, I knelt in front of the boy, and very gently I grasped his
member through the Speedo, and began to gently stroke.  The boy, stirred
slightly, but did not wake.  His dick, previously only semi hard, became a
raging hard on, which I kept stroking.  The boy's breathing began to
quicken, I followed suit with my strokes.

   I could tell the boy was slowly edging closer to cumming.  I kept
working the boy, slowly making him ready to cum.  After quite a few minutes
I knew that It would only take a few more strokes, and I certainly meant to
make the boy cum, but I wanted to extract another measure of humiliation
from him.  I gently stopped stroking the boy, generating an unconscious
moan of frustration from the still sleeping boy.  His dick was throbbing.

   I got up, and making sure that the boy would be able to see me, I
shouted at him.  The boy woke in a start, as usual confused at first, then
the face of horror as he re-remembered his position.  I called him a little
whore, and making sure he could still see me, I knelt to his side, and
reached for his dick, which I stroke a few times until he came.

   The instinctual hip thrust of the boy's orgasm was quite painful to the
boy, as they ran into the unyielding metal pole.  The boy produced 2 or
three wads of watery sperm which spurted from his bound dick, forming a wet
spot on his Speedos, which quickly spread down.  The boy was shocked that
what happened had happened.  The facial expression of mixed confusion,
pain, and pleasure was priceless.  The fact that he could not hide, avert,
or even free his dick from his garment was also great.

   I took my dick out again, and whizzed on the boy again, giving him one
last shot of drink.  My time up here was great, but I had someplace to be.
I grabbed my backpack, and walked away.  Julio whimpered in the distance
again as I walked away.  Would he ever realize that it was futile?