Darkest Descent

Each day two of the older aged boys were chosen and given the task of waking the other boys. Usually, it would be one of the seventeen years olds; but since there were not that many seventeen year olds in stock this month, the task had fallen on the small shoulders of the fifteen year old twins, Meryl and Beryl.

The reason that the older boys were normally chosen for this task was because by then, they had become twisted enough to not hold back; and since Meryl and Beryl were the just as sadistic as their older counterparts, the trainers felt it would not cause any harm to allow them to awake the boys. In fact, they were a little curious themselves to see just how the young boys were going to do it.

It was Meryl, the younger brother, who snuck into the room full of sleeping boys, with whip in hand. There was a cruel smirk on his face as he looked over the sleeping group, before signaling for his brother to come inside. There were several choice targets that would feel the bite of the whip first, and most of them were the younger boys that Meryl felt were a “bother”.

Beryl was the older of the two, and not quite as sadistic as his younger brother, but that did not stop him from going to the other side of the room. He did not favor the whip like his brother did, but the small baton held in his hands would be a good enough tool for what needed to be done; and there was only one person that he wanted to use it against.

"Wake up, you pathetic maggots!" Meryl yelled, repeating the same words the he, himself had heard hundreds of times. Except, when spoken in that soft, effeminate voice of his, was not nearly half as scary as it was when yelled from the booming deep voices of the older boys and the trainers; but the whip that followed those words quickly got the attention he wanted.

Raising the baton up, Beryl brought it down over the back of the head of one fourteen-year-old Jennit. A boy from the New World island Après; Beryl hated the younger boy because the trainers were constantly doting on him. Jennit was beautiful, and when he got older, that beauty would turn into something masculine and handsome. Unlike the twins, Jennit had not been cut, and there was even a chance that he might become something more than just a filthy pleasure slave.

'Let's see who buys you now', Beryl thought as he brought the baton back down over the younger boy's head, who had fallen silent after the first blow.

From across the room, Meryl was aroused by his brother's lack of restraint, and the way the blood had splattered his brother's face a pretty shade of red.


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Hugh felt no pity for the twins, watching with an expressionless look on his face as they were punished for today's incident. The death of slaves was not an uncommon thing, but for one slave to kill another, was an entirely different offense than if a trainer had done it.

"P-Please f-forgive us!" Beryl cried, before a blow to his mouth dislocated his jaw.

Meryl was doing his best to protect his brother from the trainer's blows, but with a thin body, the only thing he was doing was injuring his own body. Even as the blood began to pool beneath the two still bodies, the trainers continued to beat them with their batons, until a sickening crack was heard (from what Hugh could see, he was sure it had been Beryl's head that had been smashed in; or it might have been Meryl, their faces were both so battered that it was hard to tell them apart), and Trenton signaled for them to stop.

"Let that be a lesson to you all" Trenton muttered, before covering his nose and mouth with a handkerchief. "Carry that one," he said, before pointing to Meryl. "To the infirmary. As for the other one, go toss his body into the furnace."

Feeling a small, trembling hand grasp his, Hugh looked over at the Doushe boy. There was life in those blank crimson eyes, and Hugh was surprised that the boy had not fallen into shock again. Poor kid just has no luck. 'First rape, then witnessing a murder, and now seeing another. Maybe there really are no gods in this world'.

When the boys were ordered to the showers to get cleaned for the soon-to-be arriving guests, Hugh tugged on the boy's hand, before having to drag him away from the sight. So maybe the boy was in shock after all. Hugh could not remember how old he had been when he had first witnessed someone being killed, but he knew it had been before being brought to the New World.

"Just try not to think about it" Hugh mumbled, before pulling Jessui inside the showers.

Like in the prisons of the Old World, the showers in this place was just a very large room that had showerheads mounted to the ceiling. The first time Hugh had entered them, he had been reminded of the shower rooms in the concentration camp movies he had seen while in high school, and he had been wary to spend too much time showering.

Two trainers stood outside the door of the showering room, and watched with hungry eyes as the boys entered the first room and began to strip. There was a large wooden table where the boys would fold and place the uniforms (and there was a very strict punishment for those who did not do so), and then they would be herded down the corridor into second room where the showerheads were located. There were four trainers in that room, one standing in each corner of the room, where they could observe the showering boys.

Nearly twenty boys were expected to crowd under the four large showerheads. There were also showerhead mounted to the walls, but the water that came out of those ones was usually freezing cold.

"Jessui," Hugh called, dragging the younger boy with him over to one of the wall-mounted showerheads. "You can get out of here quicker if you take a cold shower."

He stood back while the younger boy bathed, taking this opportunity to observe him. It had not occurred to him yet that he was keeping the boy close to him, but when it did dawn on him, he would not be surprised. Jessui was a cute looking kid; already submissive and obedient, he would be the perfect prey for the human predators in this place. Hugh knew he was no saint, but at least he was the lesser of evils; he still had the morals that had been installed into him as a child.

Wrapping his arms around Jessui's waist, Hugh pulled him back against his chest as he stepped underneath the water. The freezing water was an instant wake-up call, and it cooled down the raging hormones he was battling against.

"See, it's not so bad, is it?" Hugh muttered, letting his fingers wander down over the tops of the boy's thighs. It was odd how quiet the boy was, but when he pressed his hand against Jessui's chest, he could feel the boy's heart racing.

"N-No," Jessui murmured, his voice as soft as his looks were.

"Shh, I'm not going to hurt you" Hugh replied, even as he wrapped his fingers around Jessui's small cock.

In a room full of predators, Hugh knew he was the lesser of evils.

Author's Note: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! This chapter was short, but the next chapter will be much longer.

To DrkDreamer: Jessui is a Doushe, so his body heals faster than a normal person would.