The Educator
Part 1
"You know your wife had sent you to me for a special training." The older man explained. I was sitting in front of a big older man in his late fifties. His hair was black with some grey in it, the same way as his beard. He belly looked over his knees. "She had arranged a six week lasting training where you should learn the right behavior. For that she gave me the freedom to do with you what I want."
I still refused to accept the situation I was slipping in. I heard his words but somehow couldn't believe them. But I loved my wife and wanted to please her.
"Do you agree? If you now say yes, then there will be no turning back. You have to go through the six weeks."
I nodded slowly.
"Fine, then stand up and come over here." I stood in front of him. "Turn around." I obeyed. "Hands on the back." I felt something cold on my wrists followed by two clicks. I was cuffed.
He turned me around. "Now let's see what it in here." He reached for my pants but I stepped back. He gripped me at my belt and quickly opened the pants and shoved it down. The underwear followed immediately.
It was humiliating. I was standing naked in front of a strange man who was now inspecting my genitals. "I guess I will have to torture you. I will break your mind and make you a humble slave. What do you think about that?"
My eyes widened. He still had my balls in his hand when I tried to get away from him. He slightly pressed them and I went on my knees with a moan.
"I like to torture and use younger males." he whispered in my ear. He took a scissors and cut away my T-shirt. Now I was completely naked. Still pressing my balls he attached leg irons to my ankles. They were connected with a short heavy chain. A quick escape was now impossible.
Then he put a metal collar around my neck and locked it with a padlock. A leash was attached to it and so he pulled me through his house.
We entered a fairly empty room. Only a bed-frame was standing in the center. He dragged me to the frame and then he forced me to lay down on the metal mesh. It felt very uncomfortable. He unlocked my ankles, spread my legs and cuffed them to the corner of the bed frame.
From the wall he took two pieces of rope, a thin one and a normal sized. The normal one he fixed at my handcuffs and pulled my hands back up until my palms were laying on the shoulder blades. He pulled once more creating a sharp pain in my shoulders then fixing the rope to the bed frame.
He grabbed my balls and knotted the thin rope around the base of the scrotum, pulling it downwards until I thought he wanted to rip it of. I screamed.
I felt that he was fixing the rope to the bed to.
"This should prevent you from struggling too much." In fact I could barely move my body a single inch. "You may cry and scream and shout as much and as loud as you want. Nobody will hear you." I turned my head and saw him picking up a cane from the wall. "First you will receive a nice old-fashioned caning. And after that we will see."
He let the cane come down on my ass. I sharply breathed and moaned. The next one was much harder and I couldn't suppress a scream. I tried to move my ass away, pulling on my balls creating additional pain. He saw my trouble and smiled. "Nice bondage, right?" He hit me a third time. The first tear rolled down my cheek.
Slowly he let one hit follow after the other. He hit methodically, every hit landed parallel the previous one, just a bit away from it.
I screamed and struggled, regardless of the pain at my balls. I very soon lost count.
He paused for a moment only to go to the other side of the bed and continued with the beating.
After my ass felt like being beaten to a formless munch he went down on the sensitive bottom side of my thighs. I jumped around, using all my force against the bonds but in vain. I couldn't protect myself.
"Those welts look beautiful. But I think I should use something now with deeper going effect." I watched with horror when he chose a 3 feet long plastic tube. It looked very heavy in his hand. "It isn't hollow. I have inserted a very large screw to give it a better stabilization and a greater impact."
The first blow hit my already swollen ass. The pain was very different from the one produced by the cane. It was a dumb bone breaking pain. I had no doubt that he could easily break all my bones with this instrument when he would use a bit more strength. The tube was way more painful then the cane. And my ass was already hurting from the previous beating.
After a few blows my voice was hoarse and tears were streaming down.
"I love boys crying for pain." he remarked.
Finally he stopped. I felt as if a truck had struck me.
"I will be back in two hours and give you some extra mean punishment." he told me and left the room. I was alone with my hurting body, awaiting a new and more nasty punishment. And the tight bondage cut off all hopes of escape.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 2
I must have felt asleep for a short time, because I was so exhausted from the first beating when a sharp pain ripped me from my peaceful dreams.
"I promised you a special treatment." Bill said. He showed me a thin leather strap. "Now I will continue beating you with this."
I thought that couldn't be worse than before but only for a short time.
"And I will now only aiming at your balls. But before I make some knots into the end. You really should feel the impact."
It took him only a minute to make the knots. He positioned himself at the lower end of the frame and then hit me directly on the stretched testicles. I writhed and struggled, screaming in agony. A second one only hit one ball and I thought it must burst. Blow after blow followed. The vicious knots made the beating much worse, adding a great pressure when landing on my sensitive balls.
I pulled at them in my spasms of pain until I thought I would castrate myself but I couldn't prevent him hitting them again and aging.
"Pleeeeeeease. No more! I would do anything!" - "I know you would." Bill said mockingly and hit me even harder.
This went on for half an hour. He only used my balls as his target until I came to the point where I thought I would be better without them.
Then he stopped and came to my head. He gripped my hair and forced my head up.
"Look at these nice little things." He showed my two half metal pipes, only about 1/2 inch in diameter and two inches long. They looked very solid.
I felt that he detached the rope that was holding my aching balls. He removed the cord completely. Then he played with my balls, pressing and squeezing them until I start screaming again.
"So much pain from so little balls." He stretched them to its most extend. "Because you cannot see what I'm doing, I will describe it."
"You know your wife had sent you to me for a special training." The older man explained. I was sitting in front of a big older man in his late fifties. His hair was black with some grey in it, the same way as his beard. He belly looked over his knees. "She had arranged a six week lasting training where you should learn the right behavior. For that she gave me the freedom to do with you what I want."
I still refused to accept the situation I was slipping in. I heard his words but somehow couldn't believe them. But I loved my wife and wanted to please her.
"Do you agree? If you now say yes, then there will be no turning back. You have to go through the six weeks."
I nodded slowly.
"Fine, then stand up and come over here." I stood in front of him. "Turn around." I obeyed. "Hands on the back." I felt something cold on my wrists followed by two clicks. I was cuffed.
He turned me around. "Now let's see what it in here." He reached for my pants but I stepped back. He gripped me at my belt and quickly opened the pants and shoved it down. The underwear followed immediately.
It was humiliating. I was standing naked in front of a strange man who was now inspecting my genitals. "I guess I will have to torture you. I will break your mind and make you a humble slave. What do you think about that?"
My eyes widened. He still had my balls in his hand when I tried to get away from him. He slightly pressed them and I went on my knees with a moan.
"I like to torture and use younger males." he whispered in my ear. He took a scissors and cut away my T-shirt. Now I was completely naked. Still pressing my balls he attached leg irons to my ankles. They were connected with a short heavy chain. A quick escape was now impossible.
Then he put a metal collar around my neck and locked it with a padlock. A leash was attached to it and so he pulled me through his house.
We entered a fairly empty room. Only a bed-frame was standing in the center. He dragged me to the frame and then he forced me to lay down on the metal mesh. It felt very uncomfortable. He unlocked my ankles, spread my legs and cuffed them to the corner of the bed frame.
From the wall he took two pieces of rope, a thin one and a normal sized. The normal one he fixed at my handcuffs and pulled my hands back up until my palms were laying on the shoulder blades. He pulled once more creating a sharp pain in my shoulders then fixing the rope to the bed frame.
He grabbed my balls and knotted the thin rope around the base of the scrotum, pulling it downwards until I thought he wanted to rip it of. I screamed.
I felt that he was fixing the rope to the bed to.
"This should prevent you from struggling too much." In fact I could barely move my body a single inch. "You may cry and scream and shout as much and as loud as you want. Nobody will hear you." I turned my head and saw him picking up a cane from the wall. "First you will receive a nice old-fashioned caning. And after that we will see."
He let the cane come down on my ass. I sharply breathed and moaned. The next one was much harder and I couldn't suppress a scream. I tried to move my ass away, pulling on my balls creating additional pain. He saw my trouble and smiled. "Nice bondage, right?" He hit me a third time. The first tear rolled down my cheek.
Slowly he let one hit follow after the other. He hit methodically, every hit landed parallel the previous one, just a bit away from it.
I screamed and struggled, regardless of the pain at my balls. I very soon lost count.
He paused for a moment only to go to the other side of the bed and continued with the beating.
After my ass felt like being beaten to a formless munch he went down on the sensitive bottom side of my thighs. I jumped around, using all my force against the bonds but in vain. I couldn't protect myself.
"Those welts look beautiful. But I think I should use something now with deeper going effect." I watched with horror when he chose a 3 feet long plastic tube. It looked very heavy in his hand. "It isn't hollow. I have inserted a very large screw to give it a better stabilization and a greater impact."
The first blow hit my already swollen ass. The pain was very different from the one produced by the cane. It was a dumb bone breaking pain. I had no doubt that he could easily break all my bones with this instrument when he would use a bit more strength. The tube was way more painful then the cane. And my ass was already hurting from the previous beating.
After a few blows my voice was hoarse and tears were streaming down.
"I love boys crying for pain." he remarked.
Finally he stopped. I felt as if a truck had struck me.
"I will be back in two hours and give you some extra mean punishment." he told me and left the room. I was alone with my hurting body, awaiting a new and more nasty punishment. And the tight bondage cut off all hopes of escape.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 2
I must have felt asleep for a short time, because I was so exhausted from the first beating when a sharp pain ripped me from my peaceful dreams.
"I promised you a special treatment." Bill said. He showed me a thin leather strap. "Now I will continue beating you with this."
I thought that couldn't be worse than before but only for a short time.
"And I will now only aiming at your balls. But before I make some knots into the end. You really should feel the impact."
It took him only a minute to make the knots. He positioned himself at the lower end of the frame and then hit me directly on the stretched testicles. I writhed and struggled, screaming in agony. A second one only hit one ball and I thought it must burst. Blow after blow followed. The vicious knots made the beating much worse, adding a great pressure when landing on my sensitive balls.
I pulled at them in my spasms of pain until I thought I would castrate myself but I couldn't prevent him hitting them again and aging.
"Pleeeeeeease. No more! I would do anything!" - "I know you would." Bill said mockingly and hit me even harder.
This went on for half an hour. He only used my balls as his target until I came to the point where I thought I would be better without them.
Then he stopped and came to my head. He gripped my hair and forced my head up.
"Look at these nice little things." He showed my two half metal pipes, only about 1/2 inch in diameter and two inches long. They looked very solid.
I felt that he detached the rope that was holding my aching balls. He removed the cord completely. Then he played with my balls, pressing and squeezing them until I start screaming again.
"So much pain from so little balls." He stretched them to its most extend. "Because you cannot see what I'm doing, I will describe it."
Bill said. "Your scrotum will be trapped within these two pieces, forcing your balls permanently down and so stretching your scrotum every second. Now I will screw them tight and without a tool you will not be able to remove the iron. It adds a nice weight of roughly a pound on your balls but the best thing is, your balls are always far down and very vulnerable for every torture like this." He slapped sharply on my balls. They couldn't avoid the impact and had to take the full force of the blow. I cried loudly. "That's what I mean. There is also a D-ring on the iron so I can fix you very nicely at your balls."
I sensed another strange feeling that add some pressure on my testicles.
"And it has also a ball spreader, parting your testicles widely, so that could easily be tortured one after another." he squeezed one ball very hard while gently stroking the other and I howled like a wolf. "Letting you wear this pipe for all the time will result in pretty permanent disfigurement of your genitals."
He uncuffed my ankles and put on the leg irons again. Then he loosened the rope that was forcing my hands into the uncomfortable position. I moaned when they returned in a normal position.
He pulled at the leash.
"Come on. I will show you your room."
I could barely move, my behind and my thighs were burning like hell. I stumbled behind Bill, who was leading me into another small room.
In one corner was a tiny cage. I wondered what this thing was for when he dragged my into that direction. The lid of the cage consisted of tow separate pieces with a small opening. When closed both parts formed a round hole of a diameter just enough for a neck.
He opened the lid. "Climb in and sit down." I forced myself into the small cage, my knees were pressing against my breast, when I finally managed it get in completely.
He closed the first part of the lid. My neck was pressed against the half circle shaped hole. Then he closed the other part, encircling my neck completely. The lid was pressing lightly on my shoulders. I could barely move. He took a massive padlock and locked the lid. Only my head was sticking out of the small cage.
At first I didn't noticed that the cage was standing with its sides on a small podium. Directly under my was an empty space. The cage here had several larger holes, one beneath my ass, the other near my genitals. With quick hands Bill managed to force ma trapped balls through one of the opening, pulling it tight and hooking the D-ring of the iron tube to the lower side of the cage. He slapped against my balls sharply just to control my freedom of movement. When he saw that I could only moan and writhe, he was satisfied.
He put a small plastic tub under the cage.
"You may piss and shit as much as you want. I'll see you tomorrow."
With these words he left the room and I heard him locking the door. I was completely in the dark nearly unable to make the slightest move and my whole body was aching.
I awoke from intense light.
"Get up, it's a bright new day for your special training." Bill entered the room. He crouched and slapped my exposed balls. "What a wonderful sight." He then stood up, showing me a bowl with an unidentifiable contents. "You should swallow that, and don't waste a single spot because that is everything you'll get today."
He held the bowl in front of my face, with another hand he forced my head down into the awful tasting munch.
I was very hungry and slurped all and everything ignoring its bad taste. After I had licked the bowl clean he opened the lid. I felt a great relief. Every joint and limb was aching from the harsh imprisonment.
"Today we will play one of my famous little games. The whole day." He explained, taking the leash again and leading me into another room without any window. There were several hooks on the bottom, the walls and the ceilings and some pulleys, too. In one corner was a video camera watching the whole room.
"We will play this game often with different variations. It will improve your body and flexibility and your endurance as well. It is basically very simple: I will tie you down and you simply have to get free. The longer it takes the harder the punishment will be. If you cannot get out it will get really severe. So I would suggest you to truly try it with every fiber of your body."
He hooked the leash on the wall.
"Just wait a minute, I'll get some material."
I thought with the hands locked on my back in iron cuffs there was absolutely no chance to get loose and when he returned he must have guessed my thoughts.
"Naturally I won't use handcuffs or padlocks. We're sportsmen, are we? Nevertheless it will be a very strict bondage. This time I will start
with something fairly simple but be assured I could add some nasty details to make life becoming very hard for you."
I doubted not a single word.
"I'll leave the irons on you until I have bound you securely." He had brought in a great amount of ropes and some other stuff. First he chose some rope and bound my legs very tight together over the knees, right below then and at the ankles. Then he removed the leg irons. He helped me sitting on the floor. Then he chose a very thin cord and bound my big toes together.
I was laid on my stomach and he turned my hands so that the palms were facing each other. He used a rope to tightly bind my wrists together. Then he fixed a rope at my upper arm right above the elbow and winded at around my other elbow. He pulled at the rope with full force, bringing my elbows very near together. I thought my shoulder joints would burst and I groaned loudly.
"As I said, it would be a very tight bondage." was his comment.
He removed the handcuffs. Right now I already felt tighter bound than with the cuffs. He used another thin cord to bind every finger to its opposite.
Then he took long stripes of duct tape and wind it around my hands until they were completely covered.
"This should prevent you from simple use of your hands." Then he attached a rope at my ankles and bent my feet back until the toes touched my taped hands. He knotted my feet tightly to my hands. "Now we will add some pressure on you." he commented, rolling me over on my back. I laid on my bound arms. He knew that I could easily roll over again so he connected a rope to a pulley in the ceiling and fixed it to the D-ring of my metal ball tube. He slowly pulled at this rope forcing my to arch my back until I couldn't get any higher. He fixed the other and of the rope to a hook.
"And now the mouth. I don't want you to bite through the ropes." He first pushed a big cotton ball into my mouth and then taped it tightly shut.
He stood there watching his work thoughtfully. Then he nodded.
"I guess it is ok for the first time. Here are the terms. You have time until this evening to get out of this bondage. That gives you 14 hours. If you are through, just hit the button over here. I will then pick you up. Naturally I will lock the door so you cannot really escape me. I can watch your doing all the time if I want." He pointed to the camera. "Ok, you will get one stroke with the cane on one of your soles for every two minute you need. If you will not get out, I have something truly nasty in stock for you. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"Ok, then hurry, time is running." He turned around and closed the door. I heard the locks closing.
Only a small light bulb gave a dull light. Immediately I started struggling in my bondage. Bill knew how to make knots and the bondage felt very tight and secure. And I couldn't make large moves if I wouldn't want to rip off my balls. It was an absolute unfair game. There was no real chance of escape. I struggled over an hour, until I was completely exhausted. My balls was in deep pain because of the rope pulling on them. Tears of despair were running down my cheeks after a second hour. I had already earned sixty strokes with the cane.. I puled and pushed more on my bondage. The fear before the special punishment gave me the strength for two more hours of effortless struggles.
Bill came in, seeing that nothing had changed.
"You will get now 120 strokes. I would really start to fight if I were you." he said mockingly.
Seven hours had passed and I felt an urge to urinate. Then suddenly I felt that the rope between my feet and hands had come loose a bit. I worked on that and it got more and more lose.
An hour later I couldn't hold back any more and let it simply flow. After the ninth hour and endless work on my side until my whole body felt sore the rope got off and I could stand up with great difficulty, knowing if I lost the balance, I would castrate myself. I slid very slowly to the wall, where the rope was fixed. I finally could touch it with my hands but the tape prevented any use of the fingers. I howled in desperation into the tape over my mouth. I leaned against the wall but I still couldn't get free. The ropes around my legs were not that tight as in the morning, so I could walk very slowly trough the room.
The hours passed but the vicious tape turned every effort of me into nothing. I was even more exhausted than the day before. I felt a great hunger and was very thirsty.
After the time was over Bill returned.
"Hmm, I guess you really need an intense training. Maybe you long for an additional spur. Okay, there will be enough occasions to do it better."
He locked the irons around my wrists and ankles.
"Punishment will take the whole tomorrow." He dragged me back into the other room and forced me into the small cage again. Then he used a water hose and cleaned me with cold water.
He let me drink a bowl full of water and then locked me into the room. I was alone again with all my fears what will come the next day and calculating the strokes I had earned 420 strokes on my feet. I was sure I would die during that punishment or at least go insane. And after that I would get a special additional punishment. I had very bad dreams.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 3
This was the day of punishment because of my failure. After feeding I was led into the room the bed-frame and tied down but this time I laid uncomfortable on my hands and arms, which where cuffed and bound on my back and fixed with a rope to the top of the bed.
My feet were only a foot apart and fixed to the lower end to the bed in a manner that my feet stick out through the grating of the bed end.
Bill then used various thin cords to bound my toes separately to the bed frame, bending my feet to its most extend, exposing the soles for the following treatment.
When he was ready he went to the door and said:
"This will be a long day not only for you. So I would like to introduce you Tom, a friend of mine, who will help me with this task."
The door opened and a younger male stood there, in much better shape than Bill, looking quite muscular.
"We will share the task of punishing you. And because it should something to remember, we will do it very slowly, just 2 blows in one minute. This will make to get with some small pauses over four hours before you will get the special treatment."
I trembled in fear and horror in my bonds but they were very tight.
Tom took a seat near my feet.
"Hi" he said. "I guess Bill should start, so I can examine your reaction and maximize your suffering without doing permanent damage."
I saw Bill choosing a thin flexible cane and then it started. The first ten blows I was able the endure biting on my tongue and breathing heavily but then my self control was gone. The next blow created a long scream that lasted nearly up to the next blow. I felt that Bill slowly raised his force and with every hit it was getting worse. I tried to pull me feet away from the cane with all my strength, but the cords were bound so tightly I couldn't move them a single inch. So Bill could place his blows with great accuracy and tears streamed down my face.
After sixty hits he gave Tom a sign and the changed places. Tom took a heavy thick stiff looking cane. The pain it created was very different as from the thin one but equally bad or even worse. And Tom used another system, he stuck at one foot, giving it its 30 blows until I thought I must die then he changed to the other one.
After his first turn was over I screamed and promised all and everything to them if they only would stop the beating. But they only smiled and Bill took over switching the feet after every blow.
I lost every sense for time. My soles were aching and burning lie never before. I thought I couldn't get any worse when Bill started aiming at my toes. My screams become louder and higher. I couldn't take any more but they didn't stop. I actually remembered bidding them to finish me just to stop the pain.
Then there was no more beating though the pain in my feet remained. It took nearly a quarter of an hour for me to realize that the two men had stopped. My wrists were bloody from my heavy trembling and my body felt like munched. My feet felt as if they were twice as big and a quick view at them showed me that they were very sore and swollen.
"Well done." said Bill, "Nothing broken. We will take a diner and you may rest a bit before we continue."
The men left me there while I slowly regain full consciousness. And with that the fear and the pain fully returned.
They returned and Bill was holding a small box.
"This is very enjoying, well, but only for us. See that?" He held two long needles in front of my eyes. "Tom, will you lift his head? I want him to see what happens."
Tom took my head and lifted it a bit so I could see my abused feet. The toes were still fixed. Tom took my left big toe between thumb and index finger and with the other hand he dipped the needle under my nail.
"This will be the first electrode. I will push it now slowly under your nail."
And that was exactly what he did. It was a horrible feeling when the sharp metal entered the soft flesh under the nail. I screamed again.
He took some stripes of electrical tape to secure the needle in place. Then he changed to my other big toe to repeat the procedure. Again the needle was forced very slowly under the nail so I could feel every single millimeter it was pushed in.
Bill attached two alligator clamps to the needles and connected them to a small box, which he taped to the end of the bed. He made some regulations on some knobs. Then I felt the first shock, running from toe to toe through my legs causing painful spasms in me leg muscles.
"Nice feeling? This was just a test. I have adjusted the generator in a way that it will start at this level then raised the pain level to something I think nearly unendurable where it will remain for three minutes until it shut off completely, giving you two minutes to catch breath. Then it starts all over. The running will also take two minutes. I might add that the top level will also raise over the time so your punishment is getting worse with every cycle. We will stay for a while then you might enjoy it alone for the rest of the day."
I screamed when I felt the currency again. The pain was extreme and it was constantly raising. The muscles were cramping and I turned my head from one side to the other in agony. Suddenly the currency had disappeared. My muscles relaxed and I breathed very heavily.
I saw the men smiling and whispering about this form of torture. But before I could understand what they were saying, the generator was switched on again. In one of my short breaks I noticed that I was alone. I didn't remember them leaving. I tried to think about getting out of this worse situation.
Instantly the currency flowed again through my body destroying every single sort and exchanging it only with pain.
I couldn't remember how I returned in my cage again. Though there was no generator any more my muscles still cramped in that cruel rhythm. I was broken, I didn't want to resist any more. He could do everything to me now if I could avoid such a treatment.
"You liked it?" I saw Bill with horror.
"No, Master."
"That's good. At the end I thought you won't make it. You have screamed like a pig that is roasted alive. Well, the next few days you might not be able to walk. You so get a rest. Today you will stay in your cage. But I don't want to make it too comfortable to you."
He showed me a gas mask. The glass for the eyes were painted black. Quickly he stripped it over my face and adjusted the rubber bands. I was blinded but I still could hear him.
"Now you can easily breath. I will experiment a bit." He was fumbling at the mask and suddenly I had to use some strength to get breath. "Better, right. But I guess I can add an additional rubber."
I panicked when I first got no air. I sucked then finally I managed to overcome the resistance of the rubber valve. It was very hard and within a quarter of an hour I was deeply sweating.
"Aaah, that is good." My breast was raising and lowering heavily when I sucked the air through the valve. "I guess this will do the job. Over the time I will add some more resistance. It shouldn't be to easy for you." He had taken a stool and I heard him taking place right in front of me. As usual my balls were hooked at the bottom side of the cage, sticking out in Bill's direction.
"Oh, these lovely balls." He flicked against the defenseless testicles and I immediately lost control. I got no air, started to panic again but then with a great effort the valve opened again.
I didn't know what he was doing all the time but it had to be hours. Every breath was a hard fight. I sometimes felt his thick fingers strongly massaging or squeezing my balls until I muffled into the gas mask and was close to suffocate.
"I could easily snuff you now." he told me once. "Just like this."
I sensed another strange feeling that add some pressure on my testicles.
"And it has also a ball spreader, parting your testicles widely, so that could easily be tortured one after another." he squeezed one ball very hard while gently stroking the other and I howled like a wolf. "Letting you wear this pipe for all the time will result in pretty permanent disfigurement of your genitals."
He uncuffed my ankles and put on the leg irons again. Then he loosened the rope that was forcing my hands into the uncomfortable position. I moaned when they returned in a normal position.
He pulled at the leash.
"Come on. I will show you your room."
I could barely move, my behind and my thighs were burning like hell. I stumbled behind Bill, who was leading me into another small room.
In one corner was a tiny cage. I wondered what this thing was for when he dragged my into that direction. The lid of the cage consisted of tow separate pieces with a small opening. When closed both parts formed a round hole of a diameter just enough for a neck.
He opened the lid. "Climb in and sit down." I forced myself into the small cage, my knees were pressing against my breast, when I finally managed it get in completely.
He closed the first part of the lid. My neck was pressed against the half circle shaped hole. Then he closed the other part, encircling my neck completely. The lid was pressing lightly on my shoulders. I could barely move. He took a massive padlock and locked the lid. Only my head was sticking out of the small cage.
At first I didn't noticed that the cage was standing with its sides on a small podium. Directly under my was an empty space. The cage here had several larger holes, one beneath my ass, the other near my genitals. With quick hands Bill managed to force ma trapped balls through one of the opening, pulling it tight and hooking the D-ring of the iron tube to the lower side of the cage. He slapped against my balls sharply just to control my freedom of movement. When he saw that I could only moan and writhe, he was satisfied.
He put a small plastic tub under the cage.
"You may piss and shit as much as you want. I'll see you tomorrow."
With these words he left the room and I heard him locking the door. I was completely in the dark nearly unable to make the slightest move and my whole body was aching.
I awoke from intense light.
"Get up, it's a bright new day for your special training." Bill entered the room. He crouched and slapped my exposed balls. "What a wonderful sight." He then stood up, showing me a bowl with an unidentifiable contents. "You should swallow that, and don't waste a single spot because that is everything you'll get today."
He held the bowl in front of my face, with another hand he forced my head down into the awful tasting munch.
I was very hungry and slurped all and everything ignoring its bad taste. After I had licked the bowl clean he opened the lid. I felt a great relief. Every joint and limb was aching from the harsh imprisonment.
"Today we will play one of my famous little games. The whole day." He explained, taking the leash again and leading me into another room without any window. There were several hooks on the bottom, the walls and the ceilings and some pulleys, too. In one corner was a video camera watching the whole room.
"We will play this game often with different variations. It will improve your body and flexibility and your endurance as well. It is basically very simple: I will tie you down and you simply have to get free. The longer it takes the harder the punishment will be. If you cannot get out it will get really severe. So I would suggest you to truly try it with every fiber of your body."
He hooked the leash on the wall.
"Just wait a minute, I'll get some material."
I thought with the hands locked on my back in iron cuffs there was absolutely no chance to get loose and when he returned he must have guessed my thoughts.
"Naturally I won't use handcuffs or padlocks. We're sportsmen, are we? Nevertheless it will be a very strict bondage. This time I will start
with something fairly simple but be assured I could add some nasty details to make life becoming very hard for you."
I doubted not a single word.
"I'll leave the irons on you until I have bound you securely." He had brought in a great amount of ropes and some other stuff. First he chose some rope and bound my legs very tight together over the knees, right below then and at the ankles. Then he removed the leg irons. He helped me sitting on the floor. Then he chose a very thin cord and bound my big toes together.
I was laid on my stomach and he turned my hands so that the palms were facing each other. He used a rope to tightly bind my wrists together. Then he fixed a rope at my upper arm right above the elbow and winded at around my other elbow. He pulled at the rope with full force, bringing my elbows very near together. I thought my shoulder joints would burst and I groaned loudly.
"As I said, it would be a very tight bondage." was his comment.
He removed the handcuffs. Right now I already felt tighter bound than with the cuffs. He used another thin cord to bind every finger to its opposite.
Then he took long stripes of duct tape and wind it around my hands until they were completely covered.
"This should prevent you from simple use of your hands." Then he attached a rope at my ankles and bent my feet back until the toes touched my taped hands. He knotted my feet tightly to my hands. "Now we will add some pressure on you." he commented, rolling me over on my back. I laid on my bound arms. He knew that I could easily roll over again so he connected a rope to a pulley in the ceiling and fixed it to the D-ring of my metal ball tube. He slowly pulled at this rope forcing my to arch my back until I couldn't get any higher. He fixed the other and of the rope to a hook.
"And now the mouth. I don't want you to bite through the ropes." He first pushed a big cotton ball into my mouth and then taped it tightly shut.
He stood there watching his work thoughtfully. Then he nodded.
"I guess it is ok for the first time. Here are the terms. You have time until this evening to get out of this bondage. That gives you 14 hours. If you are through, just hit the button over here. I will then pick you up. Naturally I will lock the door so you cannot really escape me. I can watch your doing all the time if I want." He pointed to the camera. "Ok, you will get one stroke with the cane on one of your soles for every two minute you need. If you will not get out, I have something truly nasty in stock for you. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"Ok, then hurry, time is running." He turned around and closed the door. I heard the locks closing.
Only a small light bulb gave a dull light. Immediately I started struggling in my bondage. Bill knew how to make knots and the bondage felt very tight and secure. And I couldn't make large moves if I wouldn't want to rip off my balls. It was an absolute unfair game. There was no real chance of escape. I struggled over an hour, until I was completely exhausted. My balls was in deep pain because of the rope pulling on them. Tears of despair were running down my cheeks after a second hour. I had already earned sixty strokes with the cane.. I puled and pushed more on my bondage. The fear before the special punishment gave me the strength for two more hours of effortless struggles.
Bill came in, seeing that nothing had changed.
"You will get now 120 strokes. I would really start to fight if I were you." he said mockingly.
Seven hours had passed and I felt an urge to urinate. Then suddenly I felt that the rope between my feet and hands had come loose a bit. I worked on that and it got more and more lose.
An hour later I couldn't hold back any more and let it simply flow. After the ninth hour and endless work on my side until my whole body felt sore the rope got off and I could stand up with great difficulty, knowing if I lost the balance, I would castrate myself. I slid very slowly to the wall, where the rope was fixed. I finally could touch it with my hands but the tape prevented any use of the fingers. I howled in desperation into the tape over my mouth. I leaned against the wall but I still couldn't get free. The ropes around my legs were not that tight as in the morning, so I could walk very slowly trough the room.
The hours passed but the vicious tape turned every effort of me into nothing. I was even more exhausted than the day before. I felt a great hunger and was very thirsty.
After the time was over Bill returned.
"Hmm, I guess you really need an intense training. Maybe you long for an additional spur. Okay, there will be enough occasions to do it better."
He locked the irons around my wrists and ankles.
"Punishment will take the whole tomorrow." He dragged me back into the other room and forced me into the small cage again. Then he used a water hose and cleaned me with cold water.
He let me drink a bowl full of water and then locked me into the room. I was alone again with all my fears what will come the next day and calculating the strokes I had earned 420 strokes on my feet. I was sure I would die during that punishment or at least go insane. And after that I would get a special additional punishment. I had very bad dreams.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 3
This was the day of punishment because of my failure. After feeding I was led into the room the bed-frame and tied down but this time I laid uncomfortable on my hands and arms, which where cuffed and bound on my back and fixed with a rope to the top of the bed.
My feet were only a foot apart and fixed to the lower end to the bed in a manner that my feet stick out through the grating of the bed end.
Bill then used various thin cords to bound my toes separately to the bed frame, bending my feet to its most extend, exposing the soles for the following treatment.
When he was ready he went to the door and said:
"This will be a long day not only for you. So I would like to introduce you Tom, a friend of mine, who will help me with this task."
The door opened and a younger male stood there, in much better shape than Bill, looking quite muscular.
"We will share the task of punishing you. And because it should something to remember, we will do it very slowly, just 2 blows in one minute. This will make to get with some small pauses over four hours before you will get the special treatment."
I trembled in fear and horror in my bonds but they were very tight.
Tom took a seat near my feet.
"Hi" he said. "I guess Bill should start, so I can examine your reaction and maximize your suffering without doing permanent damage."
I saw Bill choosing a thin flexible cane and then it started. The first ten blows I was able the endure biting on my tongue and breathing heavily but then my self control was gone. The next blow created a long scream that lasted nearly up to the next blow. I felt that Bill slowly raised his force and with every hit it was getting worse. I tried to pull me feet away from the cane with all my strength, but the cords were bound so tightly I couldn't move them a single inch. So Bill could place his blows with great accuracy and tears streamed down my face.
After sixty hits he gave Tom a sign and the changed places. Tom took a heavy thick stiff looking cane. The pain it created was very different as from the thin one but equally bad or even worse. And Tom used another system, he stuck at one foot, giving it its 30 blows until I thought I must die then he changed to the other one.
After his first turn was over I screamed and promised all and everything to them if they only would stop the beating. But they only smiled and Bill took over switching the feet after every blow.
I lost every sense for time. My soles were aching and burning lie never before. I thought I couldn't get any worse when Bill started aiming at my toes. My screams become louder and higher. I couldn't take any more but they didn't stop. I actually remembered bidding them to finish me just to stop the pain.
Then there was no more beating though the pain in my feet remained. It took nearly a quarter of an hour for me to realize that the two men had stopped. My wrists were bloody from my heavy trembling and my body felt like munched. My feet felt as if they were twice as big and a quick view at them showed me that they were very sore and swollen.
"Well done." said Bill, "Nothing broken. We will take a diner and you may rest a bit before we continue."
The men left me there while I slowly regain full consciousness. And with that the fear and the pain fully returned.
They returned and Bill was holding a small box.
"This is very enjoying, well, but only for us. See that?" He held two long needles in front of my eyes. "Tom, will you lift his head? I want him to see what happens."
Tom took my head and lifted it a bit so I could see my abused feet. The toes were still fixed. Tom took my left big toe between thumb and index finger and with the other hand he dipped the needle under my nail.
"This will be the first electrode. I will push it now slowly under your nail."
And that was exactly what he did. It was a horrible feeling when the sharp metal entered the soft flesh under the nail. I screamed again.
He took some stripes of electrical tape to secure the needle in place. Then he changed to my other big toe to repeat the procedure. Again the needle was forced very slowly under the nail so I could feel every single millimeter it was pushed in.
Bill attached two alligator clamps to the needles and connected them to a small box, which he taped to the end of the bed. He made some regulations on some knobs. Then I felt the first shock, running from toe to toe through my legs causing painful spasms in me leg muscles.
"Nice feeling? This was just a test. I have adjusted the generator in a way that it will start at this level then raised the pain level to something I think nearly unendurable where it will remain for three minutes until it shut off completely, giving you two minutes to catch breath. Then it starts all over. The running will also take two minutes. I might add that the top level will also raise over the time so your punishment is getting worse with every cycle. We will stay for a while then you might enjoy it alone for the rest of the day."
I screamed when I felt the currency again. The pain was extreme and it was constantly raising. The muscles were cramping and I turned my head from one side to the other in agony. Suddenly the currency had disappeared. My muscles relaxed and I breathed very heavily.
I saw the men smiling and whispering about this form of torture. But before I could understand what they were saying, the generator was switched on again. In one of my short breaks I noticed that I was alone. I didn't remember them leaving. I tried to think about getting out of this worse situation.
Instantly the currency flowed again through my body destroying every single sort and exchanging it only with pain.
I couldn't remember how I returned in my cage again. Though there was no generator any more my muscles still cramped in that cruel rhythm. I was broken, I didn't want to resist any more. He could do everything to me now if I could avoid such a treatment.
"You liked it?" I saw Bill with horror.
"No, Master."
"That's good. At the end I thought you won't make it. You have screamed like a pig that is roasted alive. Well, the next few days you might not be able to walk. You so get a rest. Today you will stay in your cage. But I don't want to make it too comfortable to you."
He showed me a gas mask. The glass for the eyes were painted black. Quickly he stripped it over my face and adjusted the rubber bands. I was blinded but I still could hear him.
"Now you can easily breath. I will experiment a bit." He was fumbling at the mask and suddenly I had to use some strength to get breath. "Better, right. But I guess I can add an additional rubber."
I panicked when I first got no air. I sucked then finally I managed to overcome the resistance of the rubber valve. It was very hard and within a quarter of an hour I was deeply sweating.
"Aaah, that is good." My breast was raising and lowering heavily when I sucked the air through the valve. "I guess this will do the job. Over the time I will add some more resistance. It shouldn't be to easy for you." He had taken a stool and I heard him taking place right in front of me. As usual my balls were hooked at the bottom side of the cage, sticking out in Bill's direction.
"Oh, these lovely balls." He flicked against the defenseless testicles and I immediately lost control. I got no air, started to panic again but then with a great effort the valve opened again.
I didn't know what he was doing all the time but it had to be hours. Every breath was a hard fight. I sometimes felt his thick fingers strongly massaging or squeezing my balls until I muffled into the gas mask and was close to suffocate.
"I could easily snuff you now." he told me once. "Just like this."
Suddenly the air passage seemed to be blocked. I sucked and sucked and nothing was coming from the outside. I trembled in my massive cage and I heard him laughing. He reopened the passage and I could smell the sweet taste of air again.
Without any warning he put the mask away and cool air was filling deeply my lungs. I was so thankful for that. My whole body was wet because of the sweat.
"We will continue this tomorrow and the next day and so on until you are able to walk again. But now I want to have some fun, too."
I have wondered right from the start about the use of the several hooks at the lid of the cage. Now I learnt the first usage. Bill inserted a leather strap right beside my left ear, laid it over my forehead and connected it to another hook. Then he pulled the stripe tight. This was forcing my head wide back and made it immobile.
"Open your mouth." he ordered. I obeyed and he quickly attached an alligator clip on my tongue. The pain was cruel and I moaned. He fixed a thin cord to the tongue and pulled it out of my mouth, binding it to the cage. "You also should learn toilet services. This include at first drinking the Master's piss."
He dropped his pants and put out his half erect dick. He laid his glands on my stretched tongue and seconds later I tasted something salty. His piss was running down my throat. I tried to swallow as much as possible and Bill had really much to give.
After that he removed the tongue clamp and pulled the stool very near to the cage.
"Second you have to lick your Master's anus." He stood on the stool, turned around and sit down on my face with his fatty buttocks. He spread his cheeks with his hands and rock back and forth until my face was buried under his behind. I could only breath, when he lifted himself a little bit. My tongue was exactly at his anus and I started to lick. After a while I heard a soft moan and he pushed even harder against my face.
I heard his breath getting heavier and more then once he pressed so hard that I thought I must pass out but on the last moment he allowed me to breathe again. He managed to relax his sphincter muscle and I pinched my tongue deeply into he ass only increasing his moaning.
Suddenly he jumped up. His cock was fully erect and precum was dripping from the glands.
"You are good." he said. Before I could realize what he was doing he reattached the clamp at my tongue and pulled it out again, binding it to the cage.
"This is an honor. But I don't trust you at all. With your tongue treated like this you won't be able to hurt me." With this words he shoved his penis into my mouth. He rubbed it over my stretched tongue. I couldn't service him or suck him but he didn't care. With one hand he had gripped my hair, his other was slowly massaging his shaft.
I felt his up-building orgasm. His dick swelled more and more, filling my mouth nearly completely. He moaned again and thrust it into my throat. I thought I must suffocate when the semen was finally shooting. He cleaned his dick in my mouth and sank on the stool where he rested for some time.
He wasn't completely satisfied. After a quarter of an hour he began massaging his cock again. Soon it was erect like the first time and he used my mouth again until he came. It was so humiliating. I could do absolutely nothing to prevent it. I couldn't close my mouth without biting off my own tongue.
He abused me in that manner for two additional times until he sat exhausted on the stool.
"I'm not sure, I will return you to your wife after the six weeks." He commented. Then he left my while my head was still strapped down with my tongue stretched out.
The night was horrible. My neck was in constant pain and my tongue was swollen. He returned two times pouring water over my tongue but didn't released it.
Though I knew there were new torture the next day waiting for me I wished the night was already over.
TO BE CONTINUED
Without any warning he put the mask away and cool air was filling deeply my lungs. I was so thankful for that. My whole body was wet because of the sweat.
"We will continue this tomorrow and the next day and so on until you are able to walk again. But now I want to have some fun, too."
I have wondered right from the start about the use of the several hooks at the lid of the cage. Now I learnt the first usage. Bill inserted a leather strap right beside my left ear, laid it over my forehead and connected it to another hook. Then he pulled the stripe tight. This was forcing my head wide back and made it immobile.
"Open your mouth." he ordered. I obeyed and he quickly attached an alligator clip on my tongue. The pain was cruel and I moaned. He fixed a thin cord to the tongue and pulled it out of my mouth, binding it to the cage. "You also should learn toilet services. This include at first drinking the Master's piss."
He dropped his pants and put out his half erect dick. He laid his glands on my stretched tongue and seconds later I tasted something salty. His piss was running down my throat. I tried to swallow as much as possible and Bill had really much to give.
After that he removed the tongue clamp and pulled the stool very near to the cage.
"Second you have to lick your Master's anus." He stood on the stool, turned around and sit down on my face with his fatty buttocks. He spread his cheeks with his hands and rock back and forth until my face was buried under his behind. I could only breath, when he lifted himself a little bit. My tongue was exactly at his anus and I started to lick. After a while I heard a soft moan and he pushed even harder against my face.
I heard his breath getting heavier and more then once he pressed so hard that I thought I must pass out but on the last moment he allowed me to breathe again. He managed to relax his sphincter muscle and I pinched my tongue deeply into he ass only increasing his moaning.
Suddenly he jumped up. His cock was fully erect and precum was dripping from the glands.
"You are good." he said. Before I could realize what he was doing he reattached the clamp at my tongue and pulled it out again, binding it to the cage.
"This is an honor. But I don't trust you at all. With your tongue treated like this you won't be able to hurt me." With this words he shoved his penis into my mouth. He rubbed it over my stretched tongue. I couldn't service him or suck him but he didn't care. With one hand he had gripped my hair, his other was slowly massaging his shaft.
I felt his up-building orgasm. His dick swelled more and more, filling my mouth nearly completely. He moaned again and thrust it into my throat. I thought I must suffocate when the semen was finally shooting. He cleaned his dick in my mouth and sank on the stool where he rested for some time.
He wasn't completely satisfied. After a quarter of an hour he began massaging his cock again. Soon it was erect like the first time and he used my mouth again until he came. It was so humiliating. I could do absolutely nothing to prevent it. I couldn't close my mouth without biting off my own tongue.
He abused me in that manner for two additional times until he sat exhausted on the stool.
"I'm not sure, I will return you to your wife after the six weeks." He commented. Then he left my while my head was still strapped down with my tongue stretched out.
The night was horrible. My neck was in constant pain and my tongue was swollen. He returned two times pouring water over my tongue but didn't released it.
Though I knew there were new torture the next day waiting for me I wished the night was already over.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 4
Finally the morning came. First he dropped more water on my tongue. It felt completely numb though when he released the clamp pain rushed through it that brought wetness in my eyes. He opened the strap, freeing my head and slowly moved it to all sides. It felt awfully.
To my great surprise he then opened the cage and laid me on the floor. I once touched the floor with my mistreated feet and howled.
"It will take some days until you may be able to walk again. But that won't be necessary. As long as you are here you will never stand on your feet again except when in special bondage position."
He hooked my balls with the D-ring to the ground, then uncuffed one hand and quickly cuffed it in front of my body.
The ache in my shoulders was nearly too much. I moaned and howled. With a small padlock he connected the cuffs to the D-ring.
"From now on you will walk on knees and hands." he explained, taking the leash and pulling me out of the room.
The house was pretty large and in one wing were several small rooms, all with no window and sturdy doors that could only be locked from the outside. In one of them was my cage, another was filled with the bed-frame. A third was the one with the many hooks for special bondage sessions. Now I was led in a new room. A heavy wood chair stood in the center of the room. He directed me to the chair and ordered me to sit down.
I barely sat on the chair when Bill used a sling around my neck and pulled it tight. I was pressed against the back of the chair. He pulled it even tighter until I could barely breath. Next he took the padlock away and hooked the balls to the chair. I was already nearly immobilized. He uncuffed one hand the forced my arms behind the chair to re-cuff them.
One leather strap was pulled around my leg right above the knee. Bill spread my legs and strapped the other knee tight. Right now I was offering him my genitals. The small chain of the ankle cuffs were hooked to the ground.
"Now I want to hear some answers from you. Some sort of interrogation." He heaved his huge body on a stool and rolled between my legs. "For now I only want you to answer with yes or now by nodding or shaking your head. Is that understood?"
I nodded slightly. The noose around my neck didn't permit much movements.
He grabbed my cock and started rubbing it until it was completely erect.
"You like being my slave?" I shook my head. He continued massaging. "I guess you lie." He took an alligator clip and attached it on my left nipple. He breathed hard. "So, do you like being punished?" I hesitated then shook my head again. In spite of the sharp pain in my nipple precum was dripping from my glands. "I see this will be a long interrogation." he said putting a clamp on my right nipple. The pain destroyed the erection, but Bill softly massaged it again until I was close to orgasm. "Do you like to be my slave?" I could barely think, the pain mixed with the pleasure cut off all thoughts. I nodded. He immediately stopped massaging.
"I have to explain that the whole session is taped and sent afterwards to your wife. But only your face will be seen together with my questions. I think Donna will be very surprised about the answers your husband will give on the tape."
My eyes widened because of that. "And you want to be hurt?" he asked. I shook my head again. He flicked at my nipple clamps creating additional pain and I hissed. "Again you like to be hurt?" I shook my head once more. He took the clamp and twisted it viciously then ripped it off. I screamed and jumped up on the chair. "Oh, I should have asked you if you like to be tortured real bad?" He demonstratively took the other clamp in his hand. I nodded. "Ok, now I want to know why your wife had sent you to me. What have you done? Do you have beaten her?"
I shook my head again. I have treated my wife always with great respect. I had not the slightest idea why she was doing that to me.
Bill put out a bag filled with wooden cloth pins and started to pinch then into my skin at the penis. The pins were connected with a thin cord.
"So do you have taken her money?" I negated that question. He took another cord with pins and attached them to my cock. The pins produced some pressure, but it was an endurable pain compared with others.
"Do you have ignored her too often?" I shook my head again. The next cords with pins were pinched on the lower side of my penis. This was much more painful then on the side. I breathed sharply.
"I thought it would nothing so profane. Well, do you have betrayed your wife?" He hadn't ended his question when I already shook again. He took his last pins and pinched it on the upper side of the penis.
"I think you're lying to me." Bill said. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Finally the morning came. First he dropped more water on my tongue. It felt completely numb though when he released the clamp pain rushed through it that brought wetness in my eyes. He opened the strap, freeing my head and slowly moved it to all sides. It felt awfully.
To my great surprise he then opened the cage and laid me on the floor. I once touched the floor with my mistreated feet and howled.
"It will take some days until you may be able to walk again. But that won't be necessary. As long as you are here you will never stand on your feet again except when in special bondage position."
He hooked my balls with the D-ring to the ground, then uncuffed one hand and quickly cuffed it in front of my body.
The ache in my shoulders was nearly too much. I moaned and howled. With a small padlock he connected the cuffs to the D-ring.
"From now on you will walk on knees and hands." he explained, taking the leash and pulling me out of the room.
The house was pretty large and in one wing were several small rooms, all with no window and sturdy doors that could only be locked from the outside. In one of them was my cage, another was filled with the bed-frame. A third was the one with the many hooks for special bondage sessions. Now I was led in a new room. A heavy wood chair stood in the center of the room. He directed me to the chair and ordered me to sit down.
I barely sat on the chair when Bill used a sling around my neck and pulled it tight. I was pressed against the back of the chair. He pulled it even tighter until I could barely breath. Next he took the padlock away and hooked the balls to the chair. I was already nearly immobilized. He uncuffed one hand the forced my arms behind the chair to re-cuff them.
One leather strap was pulled around my leg right above the knee. Bill spread my legs and strapped the other knee tight. Right now I was offering him my genitals. The small chain of the ankle cuffs were hooked to the ground.
"Now I want to hear some answers from you. Some sort of interrogation." He heaved his huge body on a stool and rolled between my legs. "For now I only want you to answer with yes or now by nodding or shaking your head. Is that understood?"
I nodded slightly. The noose around my neck didn't permit much movements.
He grabbed my cock and started rubbing it until it was completely erect.
"You like being my slave?" I shook my head. He continued massaging. "I guess you lie." He took an alligator clip and attached it on my left nipple. He breathed hard. "So, do you like being punished?" I hesitated then shook my head again. In spite of the sharp pain in my nipple precum was dripping from my glands. "I see this will be a long interrogation." he said putting a clamp on my right nipple. The pain destroyed the erection, but Bill softly massaged it again until I was close to orgasm. "Do you like to be my slave?" I could barely think, the pain mixed with the pleasure cut off all thoughts. I nodded. He immediately stopped massaging.
"I have to explain that the whole session is taped and sent afterwards to your wife. But only your face will be seen together with my questions. I think Donna will be very surprised about the answers your husband will give on the tape."
My eyes widened because of that. "And you want to be hurt?" he asked. I shook my head again. He flicked at my nipple clamps creating additional pain and I hissed. "Again you like to be hurt?" I shook my head once more. He took the clamp and twisted it viciously then ripped it off. I screamed and jumped up on the chair. "Oh, I should have asked you if you like to be tortured real bad?" He demonstratively took the other clamp in his hand. I nodded. "Ok, now I want to know why your wife had sent you to me. What have you done? Do you have beaten her?"
I shook my head again. I have treated my wife always with great respect. I had not the slightest idea why she was doing that to me.
Bill put out a bag filled with wooden cloth pins and started to pinch then into my skin at the penis. The pins were connected with a thin cord.
"So do you have taken her money?" I negated that question. He took another cord with pins and attached them to my cock. The pins produced some pressure, but it was an endurable pain compared with others.
"Do you have ignored her too often?" I shook my head again. The next cords with pins were pinched on the lower side of my penis. This was much more painful then on the side. I breathed sharply.
"I thought it would nothing so profane. Well, do you have betrayed your wife?" He hadn't ended his question when I already shook again. He took his last pins and pinched it on the upper side of the penis.
"I think you're lying to me." Bill said. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
When I shook my head again he took on end of the cord and with one movement he ripped the pins from the side of my penis. I thought he would rip my cock with it. I screamed aloud, burst into tears and trembled on the chair.
"You're still lying. What about that red-haired Karen in your office. Didn't you make her some offers?" How did he know Karen. She was indeed a very beautiful looking young woman but except a longer view to her nice body there was absolutely nothing. I saw his hand taking the next cord on the other side of the penis. My mind was racing. I didn't thought I could bear such a ripping again but admitting something, I had never done was a big no for me. I started shaking my hand. The pain was agonizing, even worst then the first one. I screamed for at least a minute. My body was covered with sweat and my cheeks wet from the tears. "Did you sleep with her?" he asked with a stern voice, taking the remaining cords in one hand. I saw that and in my complete horror and fear I nodded though something like that had never occurred.
"So you have indeed betrayed your wife." Bill said with a smile. "Then you deserve some harsh punishment." He pulled with great strength at the cords. I thought I go mad. This time he must have ripped my cock apart. Hot pain was piercing my lower body and I writhed and trembled in my bonds, screaming and crying.
"I think your wife will love this tape." It took several minutes until I regained some senses. My wild movements nearly had suffocated me completely. Bill had watched all the time quietly and when I calmed down he asked: "Shall we continue? Or do you want a break?" I nodded. "Ok, you will stay here for an hour then we continue." He went around the chair, took the rope that ended in the noose around my neck and pulled it very tight. "Just to give you something to think." He explained. Then he left the room. The slightest movement now cut off air immediately. I had to wait absolutely immobile.
He returned over an hour later. He released the noose just enough so I can continue answering his questions with movements of my head.
He took one ball of me in each hand. "Now you have admitted that you are guilty what should your punishment be?" He started gently stroking my left ball. "I would assume, you want me to severely torture you until all your guilt is equalized." I naturally shook my head and he slapped hard against my right ball, while still stroking the left.
I shrieked in pain. He slapped at it again, increasing the force of the blows until I wiggled and start howling. He stopped the beating, but the massaging of the left went on.
"Again, should I torture you harshly?" I felt his palm over my ball but I denied it. Again he slammed at my unprotected right ball, even harder than before. I started screaming. My ball felt as if would burst under the next blow.
"You are a little liar. Why do I have to ask you the same question over and over again? Should I torture you without limit?" He raised his hand again. I blinked the tears away and slowly nodded.
"I may do you whatever I want?" I nodded again, I couldn't stand the slapping any more.
"I even may break you completely, body and soul?" I didn't hear the questions exactly. I only nodded.
"That's all I wanted to see from you." Bill smiled at me. He sat back and watched me intensively. His eyes wandered over my naked body and finally stopped at my genitals.
He took the shaft in one hand. "So what should we do with this?" He slowly started to masturbate me. It was humiliating and exciting at the same time. Never before I had sexual activities with a male. And Bill knew exactly how to stimulate a cock. Very soon my penis was fully erect.
"So you handed yourself completely over to me I guess I will train you and transform you into a real plaything." he suddenly stopped masturbating and squeezed my dripping cock. I squirmed on the chair.
"You're still lying. What about that red-haired Karen in your office. Didn't you make her some offers?" How did he know Karen. She was indeed a very beautiful looking young woman but except a longer view to her nice body there was absolutely nothing. I saw his hand taking the next cord on the other side of the penis. My mind was racing. I didn't thought I could bear such a ripping again but admitting something, I had never done was a big no for me. I started shaking my hand. The pain was agonizing, even worst then the first one. I screamed for at least a minute. My body was covered with sweat and my cheeks wet from the tears. "Did you sleep with her?" he asked with a stern voice, taking the remaining cords in one hand. I saw that and in my complete horror and fear I nodded though something like that had never occurred.
"So you have indeed betrayed your wife." Bill said with a smile. "Then you deserve some harsh punishment." He pulled with great strength at the cords. I thought I go mad. This time he must have ripped my cock apart. Hot pain was piercing my lower body and I writhed and trembled in my bonds, screaming and crying.
"I think your wife will love this tape." It took several minutes until I regained some senses. My wild movements nearly had suffocated me completely. Bill had watched all the time quietly and when I calmed down he asked: "Shall we continue? Or do you want a break?" I nodded. "Ok, you will stay here for an hour then we continue." He went around the chair, took the rope that ended in the noose around my neck and pulled it very tight. "Just to give you something to think." He explained. Then he left the room. The slightest movement now cut off air immediately. I had to wait absolutely immobile.
He returned over an hour later. He released the noose just enough so I can continue answering his questions with movements of my head.
He took one ball of me in each hand. "Now you have admitted that you are guilty what should your punishment be?" He started gently stroking my left ball. "I would assume, you want me to severely torture you until all your guilt is equalized." I naturally shook my head and he slapped hard against my right ball, while still stroking the left.
I shrieked in pain. He slapped at it again, increasing the force of the blows until I wiggled and start howling. He stopped the beating, but the massaging of the left went on.
"Again, should I torture you harshly?" I felt his palm over my ball but I denied it. Again he slammed at my unprotected right ball, even harder than before. I started screaming. My ball felt as if would burst under the next blow.
"You are a little liar. Why do I have to ask you the same question over and over again? Should I torture you without limit?" He raised his hand again. I blinked the tears away and slowly nodded.
"I may do you whatever I want?" I nodded again, I couldn't stand the slapping any more.
"I even may break you completely, body and soul?" I didn't hear the questions exactly. I only nodded.
"That's all I wanted to see from you." Bill smiled at me. He sat back and watched me intensively. His eyes wandered over my naked body and finally stopped at my genitals.
He took the shaft in one hand. "So what should we do with this?" He slowly started to masturbate me. It was humiliating and exciting at the same time. Never before I had sexual activities with a male. And Bill knew exactly how to stimulate a cock. Very soon my penis was fully erect.
"So you handed yourself completely over to me I guess I will train you and transform you into a real plaything." he suddenly stopped masturbating and squeezed my dripping cock. I squirmed on the chair.
"Yes, I will modify you so that you will only can give pleasure for other males but not any more able to satisfy yourself. And I know exactly how."
A cold hand gripped my heart when I heard his words.
"But now you should enjoy this, it will definitely the last time that someone will play with your cock."
He continued masturbating and every time I was close to orgasm he stopped and slammed hard against my balls. After the third cycle I tried not to get aroused any more to avoid the slapping but he was way too experienced and stimulated me against my will. The he beat my balls again until I screamed. He beat for a while till my penis was flaccid again. He seemed to enjoy that greatly.
My balls was so sore but on the other side I desperately wished to come. No chance. Bill was careful enough and knew the signs of a near ejaculation. This procedure went on over two hours. My balls were blue and green and very swollen.
"You should get used to the sight. They will look like this very often from now on." He hit again at them hard. The dumb pain rushed through my abdomen. It took several seconds until I head enough air to squeak like a pig. He continued for a quarter of an hour just hitting me at my balls, driving me mad for pain.
"Ok, I guess you have enough for now. I'll send the tape to your wife today." He unfasten me from the chair and brought me back to my cage.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 5
The next days were filled with breath control training using the gas mask and other special slave training like kneeling at Bill's feet for hours, hands and feet cuffed together. While kneeling by him I had to remain total motionless. Every single motion got punished with a small rubber whip on my back that stung badly.
The Bill examined my feet and decided they were good enough to do on of his plays again.
"It's fairly simple. If you cannot escape the bondage then I offer you the group of allies that are coming to me tonight. Your bondage will then be renewed and they are allowed to do everything they want for the rest of the night."
I trembled a bit when I heard of the punishment. It was humiliating enough to be subdued by Bill but then being tortured by a whole group of males. I would do anything to avoid this.
He led me into the rooms with the many hooks. I had to stand while he start to bind me. The first rope was fixed right over my knees. Before that he had forced my genitals back. Now my thighs were pressed together and my penis and balls remained at the back. I had to kneel down. He attached a rope to either ankle and connected them to hooks on opposite walls, forcing my feet to painfully spread. He pulled the ropes so tight, that I moaned and thought my knee joints would be parted.
Next he bound my hands in the similar fashion as the first time: palm to palm, thin cords fixing fingers together. Several layers of tape covering the hands completely making them absolutely useless. He attached another rope to the hands and pulled them up in the air until my hands were far over my head. Next came a rope on the D-ring of the iron tube trapping my scrotum. The rope was connected very tight to a hook in the ground.
"And now the special addition." He showed me a rope that was ending into a hangman's noose. I tried to move my head away but short he pulled the noose over my head, pulling it tight around my neck and attached it to a hook at the wall. I was forced to put all my weight of the upper body on my hands because the noose pulled my upper body forward over the knees. It was a very uncomfortable position. He readjusted the several ropes, tightening them to the most extent. Now a single movement immediately cut off breathing.
"Here is a nice mean thing for you. Since you will try to work more or less without much movements, I want to see you struggle." He showed me a rubber bellows. It looked as if it was filled but not with air. The bellows had a small point-like long sized tip. "This is cooled sparkling water." Bill explained. He forced the tip of the bellows into my anus and squeezed it. I felt the liquid entering my intestines. At first it was only a little bit uncomfortable. Bill filled his balloon three additional times and squeezed the water into me. Then he took a thick butt plug and he shoved it with some difficulties into my rectum. I moaned and squirmed and the noose immediately tightened. There were two straps attached to the butt plug which Bill fastened around my buttocks. "This will prevent you from pushing the water out. Very soon the cold water will cause cramps that will rise even more when the water gets warmer because then the sparkling take its effect. I hope you enjoy this."
Bill was right. I had a very strange feeling in my belly and it became quickly very unpleasant. I badly wanted to expel the water but the plug closed my anus tightly. I couldn't get rid of the water. The cramps were getting awful. Bill sat on a stool watching my. I tied to move my hips a bit to ease the pain but instantly strangled myself. The lightest movement was punished by the cruel noose. I was sentenced to hold my body completely immobile, simply to endure the stronger getting cramps.
After a quarter of an hour I couldn't suppress moans any more. The water had a devastating effect on my abdomen. "Please." I begged. "Let the water out."
Bill shook his head. "Taking away all the fun? No. You should enjoy this. It is a fantastic view seeing you between struggle and strangle."
I tried to move my thoughts away from the cramps to find a way out of my situation. I need more space. Maybe I should start with the knees hoping to loose the ropes a little bit. I tried to move the knees back and forth, but the ropes at my ankles prohibit any movements that were greater than millimeters. Bill seemed to truly enjoy this because he sat there over two hours just watching my struggling. In that time I had achieved absolutely nothing. I slowly get used to the water but now I slowly sensed a strong need of relieving myself. The enema had tumbled my whole digestion upside down.
Bill left me. "The camera is catching all and everything." he said and locked the door from outside. Up to that moment I could maintain self-control. But now, again left alone in simply inescapable bondage, tears of frustration, anger and despair were running down my cheeks.
In a senseless rage I pulled at the several ropes with all my strength trembling an rocking forth and back. The noose tightened sharply, taking absolute control over my activities.
Time flew very slowly. I tried to get my hands free for the twentieth time, but the thin cords were pressing my hands together and because of the tape I even couldn't bend a single finger. The shoulders ached but the most evil thing was the great urge to shit. I desperately try to press the butt plug out, but it was thick and long and the straps held it securely at its place.
Bill returned after four hours. "I didn't showed you a little mean detail." he said smilingly. He fumbled at the butt plug and suddenly I felt the nasty thing vibrating strongly. I screamed for surprise. It didn't hurt, well at first, but it enhanced my great desire of getting rid of it.
"The battery is fully charged and should provide you new fun until evening." He left again. The heavy vibrating was nearly pleasant at start but it soon became painful because the plug was always on the same position. Soon my anus felt sore but the devilishly device continued to work.
The plug took away most of my logic thinking. Again I tried to get loose with one leg, pulled with my hip, just to hurt myself at the balls. I moaned and dropped back, tightening the noose once again. This horrible play went on and on.
But for me the time crawled. The torture didn't seem to end. Finally I only hoped Bill returned to hand me over to my tortures. I gave up. I couldn't escape this bondage position. But it still took three hours until Bill showed up.
"You are still here." he noticed. "Well I think you actually want to be tortured by others, right?" He opened the straps and with one grip he pulled the butt plug out. I screamed loud and long. He took a bucket and held it under my anus. I sighed and moaned for pain at the same time when I all let out. My rectum felt very, very sore.
He gave me another enema but just to clean me this time. Then he vanished but returned very soon. And he was not alone. Three younger males and the other one who had already helped Bill punishing my soles so badly. Tom, I remembered his name. He was around thirty, my age, the other guys were, as far as I could see it, a lot younger, in their early twenties. They were all clad casually, wearing T-shirts and jeans.
"Ok, boys. Here is it. Use him as you like. But leave him in one piece I need him afterwards."
The males grinned at each other when they came nearer. They started to inspect my body, testing the bondage and touching and fumbling every part of my body. They examined especially my genitals and anus very closely. It was very humiliating. My private parts were offered to a group of total strangers.
Bill bowed down to my level. "I have a special guest for you tonight. Just take a look." He made a sign in the direction of the door. A person came in. A female. I turned my face to the outmost extend and the view shocked me more than anything else. It was Donna, my wife. She was smiling at me but something glowed in her eyes. I never found her such attractive as in that very moment. She were clad conservatively, a medium long skirt, a white blouse, half transparent so someone could divine the bra she was wearing. Her hair was pulled back and made into a knot.
"Hi, nice to meet you." she said to me. "I hope you like my little arrangement for you." I couldn't answer her, I was still stunned by her looks. The boys stepped back when she walked around me. She inspected every rope, caressed my balls and cock and then finally took a seat on the chair, Bill offered to her.
"Ok, boys. I want you to hurt him really bad. Would you like to do me this favor."
Tom answered. "Of course, Ma'am. You won't be disappointed."
I couldn't believe she was saying such words. She made herself comfortable to watch my degradation and torture!
Tom was the first. He took my buttocks and spread them as far as possible.
"Nicely red. But way too much hairs." he said. "I'll shave you with this." He hold a gas lighter in front of my eyes. I trembled a bit but the ropes still prevented any movement.
A younger one sat down on my side and start pinching and twisting my
nipples until I moaned. Then I felt the first heat at my crotch and a
sizzling when the hairs were burnt away. I jumped up and pulled heavily
on my balls. Tears rolled over my cheeks. Another guy sat down behind me
and I felt fingers on my balls, caressing them.
The heat was sheer torture. Tom didn't take much care if he burnt my flesh with the open flame. I squeaked and writhed.
"That look much better." Tom said after some minutes. I heard him dropping his pants. "Now you may feel what a real man can do to you." With these words he thrust his already erect cock in my sore anus, pressing his hips against my burnt crotch. I screamed in pain.
Tom started with a slow rhythm but with every blow my balls get pulled to maximum extend.
Then the younger one stopped caressing them and switched to slapping. I couldn't determine which was worse because soon he was hitting very hard on my balls. The other in front of me took my stiff nipples in his mouth and start biting on them.
My whole body was deeply in pain. And a short view to Donna showed my that she really enjoyed the show.
Suddenly I felt another hand at my cock, slowly stroking it. I moaned in desperation, hoping the strokes would easy the pain a bit. But the stroking soon changes in brutal rubbing and the ache Tom was creating in my ass was too hard. He forcefully pressed his hips against mine. He took his time. Nearly half an hour he needed until he raised his rhythm and I started screaming again. My balls were pressed hard and my voice reached the highest possible pitch when Tom finally came in my ass.
He drew back, sweat was covering his body and he was breathing heavily.
A cold hand gripped my heart when I heard his words.
"But now you should enjoy this, it will definitely the last time that someone will play with your cock."
He continued masturbating and every time I was close to orgasm he stopped and slammed hard against my balls. After the third cycle I tried not to get aroused any more to avoid the slapping but he was way too experienced and stimulated me against my will. The he beat my balls again until I screamed. He beat for a while till my penis was flaccid again. He seemed to enjoy that greatly.
My balls was so sore but on the other side I desperately wished to come. No chance. Bill was careful enough and knew the signs of a near ejaculation. This procedure went on over two hours. My balls were blue and green and very swollen.
"You should get used to the sight. They will look like this very often from now on." He hit again at them hard. The dumb pain rushed through my abdomen. It took several seconds until I head enough air to squeak like a pig. He continued for a quarter of an hour just hitting me at my balls, driving me mad for pain.
"Ok, I guess you have enough for now. I'll send the tape to your wife today." He unfasten me from the chair and brought me back to my cage.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 5
The next days were filled with breath control training using the gas mask and other special slave training like kneeling at Bill's feet for hours, hands and feet cuffed together. While kneeling by him I had to remain total motionless. Every single motion got punished with a small rubber whip on my back that stung badly.
The Bill examined my feet and decided they were good enough to do on of his plays again.
"It's fairly simple. If you cannot escape the bondage then I offer you the group of allies that are coming to me tonight. Your bondage will then be renewed and they are allowed to do everything they want for the rest of the night."
I trembled a bit when I heard of the punishment. It was humiliating enough to be subdued by Bill but then being tortured by a whole group of males. I would do anything to avoid this.
He led me into the rooms with the many hooks. I had to stand while he start to bind me. The first rope was fixed right over my knees. Before that he had forced my genitals back. Now my thighs were pressed together and my penis and balls remained at the back. I had to kneel down. He attached a rope to either ankle and connected them to hooks on opposite walls, forcing my feet to painfully spread. He pulled the ropes so tight, that I moaned and thought my knee joints would be parted.
Next he bound my hands in the similar fashion as the first time: palm to palm, thin cords fixing fingers together. Several layers of tape covering the hands completely making them absolutely useless. He attached another rope to the hands and pulled them up in the air until my hands were far over my head. Next came a rope on the D-ring of the iron tube trapping my scrotum. The rope was connected very tight to a hook in the ground.
"And now the special addition." He showed me a rope that was ending into a hangman's noose. I tried to move my head away but short he pulled the noose over my head, pulling it tight around my neck and attached it to a hook at the wall. I was forced to put all my weight of the upper body on my hands because the noose pulled my upper body forward over the knees. It was a very uncomfortable position. He readjusted the several ropes, tightening them to the most extent. Now a single movement immediately cut off breathing.
"Here is a nice mean thing for you. Since you will try to work more or less without much movements, I want to see you struggle." He showed me a rubber bellows. It looked as if it was filled but not with air. The bellows had a small point-like long sized tip. "This is cooled sparkling water." Bill explained. He forced the tip of the bellows into my anus and squeezed it. I felt the liquid entering my intestines. At first it was only a little bit uncomfortable. Bill filled his balloon three additional times and squeezed the water into me. Then he took a thick butt plug and he shoved it with some difficulties into my rectum. I moaned and squirmed and the noose immediately tightened. There were two straps attached to the butt plug which Bill fastened around my buttocks. "This will prevent you from pushing the water out. Very soon the cold water will cause cramps that will rise even more when the water gets warmer because then the sparkling take its effect. I hope you enjoy this."
Bill was right. I had a very strange feeling in my belly and it became quickly very unpleasant. I badly wanted to expel the water but the plug closed my anus tightly. I couldn't get rid of the water. The cramps were getting awful. Bill sat on a stool watching my. I tied to move my hips a bit to ease the pain but instantly strangled myself. The lightest movement was punished by the cruel noose. I was sentenced to hold my body completely immobile, simply to endure the stronger getting cramps.
After a quarter of an hour I couldn't suppress moans any more. The water had a devastating effect on my abdomen. "Please." I begged. "Let the water out."
Bill shook his head. "Taking away all the fun? No. You should enjoy this. It is a fantastic view seeing you between struggle and strangle."
I tried to move my thoughts away from the cramps to find a way out of my situation. I need more space. Maybe I should start with the knees hoping to loose the ropes a little bit. I tried to move the knees back and forth, but the ropes at my ankles prohibit any movements that were greater than millimeters. Bill seemed to truly enjoy this because he sat there over two hours just watching my struggling. In that time I had achieved absolutely nothing. I slowly get used to the water but now I slowly sensed a strong need of relieving myself. The enema had tumbled my whole digestion upside down.
Bill left me. "The camera is catching all and everything." he said and locked the door from outside. Up to that moment I could maintain self-control. But now, again left alone in simply inescapable bondage, tears of frustration, anger and despair were running down my cheeks.
In a senseless rage I pulled at the several ropes with all my strength trembling an rocking forth and back. The noose tightened sharply, taking absolute control over my activities.
Time flew very slowly. I tried to get my hands free for the twentieth time, but the thin cords were pressing my hands together and because of the tape I even couldn't bend a single finger. The shoulders ached but the most evil thing was the great urge to shit. I desperately try to press the butt plug out, but it was thick and long and the straps held it securely at its place.
Bill returned after four hours. "I didn't showed you a little mean detail." he said smilingly. He fumbled at the butt plug and suddenly I felt the nasty thing vibrating strongly. I screamed for surprise. It didn't hurt, well at first, but it enhanced my great desire of getting rid of it.
"The battery is fully charged and should provide you new fun until evening." He left again. The heavy vibrating was nearly pleasant at start but it soon became painful because the plug was always on the same position. Soon my anus felt sore but the devilishly device continued to work.
The plug took away most of my logic thinking. Again I tried to get loose with one leg, pulled with my hip, just to hurt myself at the balls. I moaned and dropped back, tightening the noose once again. This horrible play went on and on.
But for me the time crawled. The torture didn't seem to end. Finally I only hoped Bill returned to hand me over to my tortures. I gave up. I couldn't escape this bondage position. But it still took three hours until Bill showed up.
"You are still here." he noticed. "Well I think you actually want to be tortured by others, right?" He opened the straps and with one grip he pulled the butt plug out. I screamed loud and long. He took a bucket and held it under my anus. I sighed and moaned for pain at the same time when I all let out. My rectum felt very, very sore.
He gave me another enema but just to clean me this time. Then he vanished but returned very soon. And he was not alone. Three younger males and the other one who had already helped Bill punishing my soles so badly. Tom, I remembered his name. He was around thirty, my age, the other guys were, as far as I could see it, a lot younger, in their early twenties. They were all clad casually, wearing T-shirts and jeans.
"Ok, boys. Here is it. Use him as you like. But leave him in one piece I need him afterwards."
The males grinned at each other when they came nearer. They started to inspect my body, testing the bondage and touching and fumbling every part of my body. They examined especially my genitals and anus very closely. It was very humiliating. My private parts were offered to a group of total strangers.
Bill bowed down to my level. "I have a special guest for you tonight. Just take a look." He made a sign in the direction of the door. A person came in. A female. I turned my face to the outmost extend and the view shocked me more than anything else. It was Donna, my wife. She was smiling at me but something glowed in her eyes. I never found her such attractive as in that very moment. She were clad conservatively, a medium long skirt, a white blouse, half transparent so someone could divine the bra she was wearing. Her hair was pulled back and made into a knot.
"Hi, nice to meet you." she said to me. "I hope you like my little arrangement for you." I couldn't answer her, I was still stunned by her looks. The boys stepped back when she walked around me. She inspected every rope, caressed my balls and cock and then finally took a seat on the chair, Bill offered to her.
"Ok, boys. I want you to hurt him really bad. Would you like to do me this favor."
Tom answered. "Of course, Ma'am. You won't be disappointed."
I couldn't believe she was saying such words. She made herself comfortable to watch my degradation and torture!
Tom was the first. He took my buttocks and spread them as far as possible.
"Nicely red. But way too much hairs." he said. "I'll shave you with this." He hold a gas lighter in front of my eyes. I trembled a bit but the ropes still prevented any movement.
A younger one sat down on my side and start pinching and twisting my
nipples until I moaned. Then I felt the first heat at my crotch and a
sizzling when the hairs were burnt away. I jumped up and pulled heavily
on my balls. Tears rolled over my cheeks. Another guy sat down behind me
and I felt fingers on my balls, caressing them.
The heat was sheer torture. Tom didn't take much care if he burnt my flesh with the open flame. I squeaked and writhed.
"That look much better." Tom said after some minutes. I heard him dropping his pants. "Now you may feel what a real man can do to you." With these words he thrust his already erect cock in my sore anus, pressing his hips against my burnt crotch. I screamed in pain.
Tom started with a slow rhythm but with every blow my balls get pulled to maximum extend.
Then the younger one stopped caressing them and switched to slapping. I couldn't determine which was worse because soon he was hitting very hard on my balls. The other in front of me took my stiff nipples in his mouth and start biting on them.
My whole body was deeply in pain. And a short view to Donna showed my that she really enjoyed the show.
Suddenly I felt another hand at my cock, slowly stroking it. I moaned in desperation, hoping the strokes would easy the pain a bit. But the stroking soon changes in brutal rubbing and the ache Tom was creating in my ass was too hard. He forcefully pressed his hips against mine. He took his time. Nearly half an hour he needed until he raised his rhythm and I started screaming again. My balls were pressed hard and my voice reached the highest possible pitch when Tom finally came in my ass.
He drew back, sweat was covering his body and he was breathing heavily.
"Ok, the next one."
They took me one after the other. The first round lasted nearly two hours. Then every male took a rubber whip and they encircled my. On a hidden sign they started to whip my slowly. The rubber whips stung awfully and because of their different positions they were able to hit every spot of my body. One of them viciously concentrated on hitting on my balls, dragging me back into real agony. Every quarter of an hour they switched positions until they were all through.
"Oh, I'm hot again." Tom said. "Jim, what about a blow job, while I'm
taking him from behind?"
"Sure, Tom." The other man stood in front of my and gripped my hair.
"Open your mouth." he ordered and bent my head backwards. I nearly couldn't prevent opening my mouth. Immediately he shoved his erect dick in. At the same time I felt my anus invaded by Tom again. It was even worse than the first time. The soreness of my bottom got greater more and more.
The other two were manipulating my balls and cock. One was tickling my glands the other changed between hard slapping and squeezing my balls.
But now with a cock in my mouth I could only muffle. They used my for a very long time. Because they all had already come it took more time to build up a new orgasm. They pulled at me and the noose around my neck was strangulating me with every thrust of Tom and Jim.
After a long time I felt the cock swelling even more and the younger one stiffened then shooting his semen into my throat. "Go on licking." He moaned. I obeyed though some very sharp slaps were torturing my swollen balls.
Tom came soon afterwards. He pulled back but instantly I felt fingers probing my anus. More and more fingers entered my sphincter muscle and with some strength he forced his hand in. I squirmed heavily in my bonds when Tom was pressing his hand deeper into my anus.
"You've never been fisted right?" He started to rock his hand back and forth creating unimaginable pain in my abdomen and anus. I didn't felt the others any more, only the devilish hand in me. And Tom was build quite muscular and had a good endurance. The ordeal went on for nearly half an hour. But again, Tom only pulled his hand back to offer his place to another male, who took over the fisting. His hands were even larger than those of Tom. He had great difficulties to enter my anus completely and I thought he would tear me apart. Finally he managed to get in and the pain was even more than before. I howled without stopping. Another one shoved his dick in my mouth while Tom now went for my balls. I saw him taking a paddle and then after some clapping sounds I felt extreme pain in my balls even covering the one in my ass.
Methodically Tom paddled first my left and then the right testicle. I thought I must die. A new load of cum filled my mouth and I swallowed everything. The cock vanished just to be replaced by another one.
I saw a movement at my side. Donna stood there, watching me with deep satisfaction.
"You're doing a good job, boys. I'll have to leave now but you should enjoy him as long as you want." She bent down to my face. "By the way, my poor boy. This was the last time that you've ever seen me. I have decided to hand you over completely and once for all to Bill. He had so much more need for you than I. But be assured, I will enjoy the tapes he will make with you. I will enjoy them with my new lover."
I looked at her in awe and total disbelief.
"Goodbye." She turned around and left me. I broke down.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 6
"I hope you enjoyed this evening." Bill greeted me the next morning. I was again in my tiny cage, my whole body felt sore, my balls were swollen to twice the size. My anus was still deeply in pain from the multiple abuse. "I guess you remembered the last words of your, hmm, ex-wife?" Bill looked closely at my reaction. "You aren't here for a limited training course any more. She had no more interest in you and only wanted that I'll keep you from now on. I agreed under the term that I may do to you whatever I want and she accepted that. You are now mine!"
I stared at him with horror. Oh yes, I won't never forget these cruel last words of Donna.
"I'll never let you free again." Bill explained caressing my aching balls that were forced sticking out because of the metal tube still trapping most of the scrotum. His probing hand wandered down under the cage and found the larger hole that was placed directly under my anus. I moaned when his first finger entered my sphincter. "And for my purposes you need more anal training. I will make an anal slave out of you. After that your ass will accept anything I will shove into it."
He inserted two more fingers start stretching my hole. "You have to recover the next few days then I have another big event in mind. In the meantime you'll begin your anal training with this one." He showed me with his free hand a monstrous looking black rubber cock. It was about 10 inch long and up to 3 inches thick. I trembled but couldn't prevent him positioning the cock right under my anus and forcing a good part of it in my ass. He fixed the rubber cock with a strap to the bottom of the cage so I couldn't press it out. I had to use all my muscles to support my behind a bit so I won't impale myself even more on that vicious thing but Bill knew exactly that it won't take long until I have to give in and the black cock would pierce me completely.
"This is just the start. Every day you will get a little larger one, or one with rubber spikes or very rough surface etc. Enjoy your ride." He left me.
I couldn't do anything against it. After half an hour my muscles ached and I sensed the cock slowly penetrating my anus deeper and deeper. It was a very painful process but after two hours the cock was completely absorbed from me though I thought it would rip me apart.
He combined the anal training with even more severe breath control games, using again the gas mask strapped tightly over my face. The valve allowed only breathing in a exerting way. He often like to cut off the air completely watching my struggling to breathe again. He did that especially when he positioned something very large at my anus. The struggling forced the dildos quick and deep into me.
Over the days my bruises slowly healed, only my ass was in constant pain. A week after the gang bang Bill came to me in the morning, but this time he had something different in mind.
"You know already your fate as my special anal slave. That mean you won't need your cock anymore. I will cut it off, so you can really concentrate on the joy of your ass. But I'm a player, too. So just cutting it off isn't a thrill for me. How about this: we play one of my bondage games. I don't want to keep a slave with a cock so if you win you will not only keep your genitals intact, no, I will also let you go. You only have to get free from the bondage." A very small glimpse of hope appeared in my mind though I never managed to get lose from his bonds. And I was sure this time he will specifically take care that I won't get away.
"If you cannot get lose, I remove your dick, ok?"
I nodded. What else could I have done?
He led me into the room that I already knew well, the one with the many hooks. He attached ropes to my wrists and ankles. He forced me to spread my legs to most extent the fixing them to opposite walls. My arms were spread in a right angle to the side of my body and fixed very tightly to the walls. I had to make a fist and then he taped my hands shut tightly.
"You see this isn't a very tricky bondage, I'm really fair." I wouldn't agree to that because the ropes nearly allowed no movement. He then attached a rope to the D-ring at my balls, led the rope through a pulley attached to the ground between my legs, then through another pulley at the ground in front of me and finally through a pulley at the ceiling. Then he connected a bucket to the rope and filled it with five pounds.
I hissed when the weight pulled at my balls.
"I won't make it too easy for you." He then lowered a noose from the ceiling, laid it around my neck and pulled it tight. This noose was connected via two pulleys with a bucket hanging near the first one. He filled the bucket with forty pounds of weight, creating a good strangulation feeling.
"I will return every hour and add more weight, so if I were in your position I would hurry."
He left me. I tried to pull at the ropes. The first hours it was more or less futile but not this bad, but the strangulation quickly increased and breathing became difficult. My legs started to cramp because of the spreading.
After five hours Bill returned with a single tail whip in his hand. "You have five hours to go." he said. "I will entertain you a bit." He bent his arm back and hit me with the whip. I trembled heavily, pulling forcefully at the noose and the balls, nearly strangulation me. I screamed and the thick red welt appeared at my hip. He continued whipping me first just at my hips then going down on my thighs.
I struggled and writhed only to torture myself even more.
He stopped whipping and grabbed my cock. "This nice thing will soon be mine." He stroked my shaft until it was fully erect. Then he stepped back and aimed well. The tip of the whip exactly hit my glans. The pain was unbelievable. I screamed and squeaked, but my voice quickly was cut off by the noose.
After seven hours I didn't dare to move any more. The strangulation got too much when I moved. It was only bearable when I completely stood still. Escaping was completely senseless.
But he continued adding weights. I was pulled in different direction by the neck and the balls. I guessed that my balls wouldn't make it to the tenth hour. They would be ripped off earlier. They were swollen and deeply blue. Bill smiled every time he returned, seeing me completely motionless. He dropped the new weights into the buckets and I hissed again, struggling against the increased pulling. I was sentenced to more motionless standing and suffocating torture.
Bill came back in the ninth hour, finding me like he left me the last time.
"You don't mind when I start already preparing a bit for the things to come?" He took a stool in front of me. "I want a clean, smooth pubic area when it comes to the penectomy." he explained. He took a tweezers and pulled off the first few hairs. As a reflex I trembled and immediately strangulating me. "You should hold still." he advised me. Systematically he ripped off every single pubic hair. After the first few ones the pain of the ripping became agonizing and though the noose were tightly closed around my neck I couldn't suppress all involuntary movements.
It took him nearly the complete last hour to clean my genitals from hairs. When he was done, he left me again.
When Bill returned he gave me the sign, that time was over and I lost again.
"You dick is mine now." he said and stretched it to its most extend.
They took me one after the other. The first round lasted nearly two hours. Then every male took a rubber whip and they encircled my. On a hidden sign they started to whip my slowly. The rubber whips stung awfully and because of their different positions they were able to hit every spot of my body. One of them viciously concentrated on hitting on my balls, dragging me back into real agony. Every quarter of an hour they switched positions until they were all through.
"Oh, I'm hot again." Tom said. "Jim, what about a blow job, while I'm
taking him from behind?"
"Sure, Tom." The other man stood in front of my and gripped my hair.
"Open your mouth." he ordered and bent my head backwards. I nearly couldn't prevent opening my mouth. Immediately he shoved his erect dick in. At the same time I felt my anus invaded by Tom again. It was even worse than the first time. The soreness of my bottom got greater more and more.
The other two were manipulating my balls and cock. One was tickling my glands the other changed between hard slapping and squeezing my balls.
But now with a cock in my mouth I could only muffle. They used my for a very long time. Because they all had already come it took more time to build up a new orgasm. They pulled at me and the noose around my neck was strangulating me with every thrust of Tom and Jim.
After a long time I felt the cock swelling even more and the younger one stiffened then shooting his semen into my throat. "Go on licking." He moaned. I obeyed though some very sharp slaps were torturing my swollen balls.
Tom came soon afterwards. He pulled back but instantly I felt fingers probing my anus. More and more fingers entered my sphincter muscle and with some strength he forced his hand in. I squirmed heavily in my bonds when Tom was pressing his hand deeper into my anus.
"You've never been fisted right?" He started to rock his hand back and forth creating unimaginable pain in my abdomen and anus. I didn't felt the others any more, only the devilish hand in me. And Tom was build quite muscular and had a good endurance. The ordeal went on for nearly half an hour. But again, Tom only pulled his hand back to offer his place to another male, who took over the fisting. His hands were even larger than those of Tom. He had great difficulties to enter my anus completely and I thought he would tear me apart. Finally he managed to get in and the pain was even more than before. I howled without stopping. Another one shoved his dick in my mouth while Tom now went for my balls. I saw him taking a paddle and then after some clapping sounds I felt extreme pain in my balls even covering the one in my ass.
Methodically Tom paddled first my left and then the right testicle. I thought I must die. A new load of cum filled my mouth and I swallowed everything. The cock vanished just to be replaced by another one.
I saw a movement at my side. Donna stood there, watching me with deep satisfaction.
"You're doing a good job, boys. I'll have to leave now but you should enjoy him as long as you want." She bent down to my face. "By the way, my poor boy. This was the last time that you've ever seen me. I have decided to hand you over completely and once for all to Bill. He had so much more need for you than I. But be assured, I will enjoy the tapes he will make with you. I will enjoy them with my new lover."
I looked at her in awe and total disbelief.
"Goodbye." She turned around and left me. I broke down.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 6
"I hope you enjoyed this evening." Bill greeted me the next morning. I was again in my tiny cage, my whole body felt sore, my balls were swollen to twice the size. My anus was still deeply in pain from the multiple abuse. "I guess you remembered the last words of your, hmm, ex-wife?" Bill looked closely at my reaction. "You aren't here for a limited training course any more. She had no more interest in you and only wanted that I'll keep you from now on. I agreed under the term that I may do to you whatever I want and she accepted that. You are now mine!"
I stared at him with horror. Oh yes, I won't never forget these cruel last words of Donna.
"I'll never let you free again." Bill explained caressing my aching balls that were forced sticking out because of the metal tube still trapping most of the scrotum. His probing hand wandered down under the cage and found the larger hole that was placed directly under my anus. I moaned when his first finger entered my sphincter. "And for my purposes you need more anal training. I will make an anal slave out of you. After that your ass will accept anything I will shove into it."
He inserted two more fingers start stretching my hole. "You have to recover the next few days then I have another big event in mind. In the meantime you'll begin your anal training with this one." He showed me with his free hand a monstrous looking black rubber cock. It was about 10 inch long and up to 3 inches thick. I trembled but couldn't prevent him positioning the cock right under my anus and forcing a good part of it in my ass. He fixed the rubber cock with a strap to the bottom of the cage so I couldn't press it out. I had to use all my muscles to support my behind a bit so I won't impale myself even more on that vicious thing but Bill knew exactly that it won't take long until I have to give in and the black cock would pierce me completely.
"This is just the start. Every day you will get a little larger one, or one with rubber spikes or very rough surface etc. Enjoy your ride." He left me.
I couldn't do anything against it. After half an hour my muscles ached and I sensed the cock slowly penetrating my anus deeper and deeper. It was a very painful process but after two hours the cock was completely absorbed from me though I thought it would rip me apart.
He combined the anal training with even more severe breath control games, using again the gas mask strapped tightly over my face. The valve allowed only breathing in a exerting way. He often like to cut off the air completely watching my struggling to breathe again. He did that especially when he positioned something very large at my anus. The struggling forced the dildos quick and deep into me.
Over the days my bruises slowly healed, only my ass was in constant pain. A week after the gang bang Bill came to me in the morning, but this time he had something different in mind.
"You know already your fate as my special anal slave. That mean you won't need your cock anymore. I will cut it off, so you can really concentrate on the joy of your ass. But I'm a player, too. So just cutting it off isn't a thrill for me. How about this: we play one of my bondage games. I don't want to keep a slave with a cock so if you win you will not only keep your genitals intact, no, I will also let you go. You only have to get free from the bondage." A very small glimpse of hope appeared in my mind though I never managed to get lose from his bonds. And I was sure this time he will specifically take care that I won't get away.
"If you cannot get lose, I remove your dick, ok?"
I nodded. What else could I have done?
He led me into the room that I already knew well, the one with the many hooks. He attached ropes to my wrists and ankles. He forced me to spread my legs to most extent the fixing them to opposite walls. My arms were spread in a right angle to the side of my body and fixed very tightly to the walls. I had to make a fist and then he taped my hands shut tightly.
"You see this isn't a very tricky bondage, I'm really fair." I wouldn't agree to that because the ropes nearly allowed no movement. He then attached a rope to the D-ring at my balls, led the rope through a pulley attached to the ground between my legs, then through another pulley at the ground in front of me and finally through a pulley at the ceiling. Then he connected a bucket to the rope and filled it with five pounds.
I hissed when the weight pulled at my balls.
"I won't make it too easy for you." He then lowered a noose from the ceiling, laid it around my neck and pulled it tight. This noose was connected via two pulleys with a bucket hanging near the first one. He filled the bucket with forty pounds of weight, creating a good strangulation feeling.
"I will return every hour and add more weight, so if I were in your position I would hurry."
He left me. I tried to pull at the ropes. The first hours it was more or less futile but not this bad, but the strangulation quickly increased and breathing became difficult. My legs started to cramp because of the spreading.
After five hours Bill returned with a single tail whip in his hand. "You have five hours to go." he said. "I will entertain you a bit." He bent his arm back and hit me with the whip. I trembled heavily, pulling forcefully at the noose and the balls, nearly strangulation me. I screamed and the thick red welt appeared at my hip. He continued whipping me first just at my hips then going down on my thighs.
I struggled and writhed only to torture myself even more.
He stopped whipping and grabbed my cock. "This nice thing will soon be mine." He stroked my shaft until it was fully erect. Then he stepped back and aimed well. The tip of the whip exactly hit my glans. The pain was unbelievable. I screamed and squeaked, but my voice quickly was cut off by the noose.
After seven hours I didn't dare to move any more. The strangulation got too much when I moved. It was only bearable when I completely stood still. Escaping was completely senseless.
But he continued adding weights. I was pulled in different direction by the neck and the balls. I guessed that my balls wouldn't make it to the tenth hour. They would be ripped off earlier. They were swollen and deeply blue. Bill smiled every time he returned, seeing me completely motionless. He dropped the new weights into the buckets and I hissed again, struggling against the increased pulling. I was sentenced to more motionless standing and suffocating torture.
Bill came back in the ninth hour, finding me like he left me the last time.
"You don't mind when I start already preparing a bit for the things to come?" He took a stool in front of me. "I want a clean, smooth pubic area when it comes to the penectomy." he explained. He took a tweezers and pulled off the first few hairs. As a reflex I trembled and immediately strangulating me. "You should hold still." he advised me. Systematically he ripped off every single pubic hair. After the first few ones the pain of the ripping became agonizing and though the noose were tightly closed around my neck I couldn't suppress all involuntary movements.
It took him nearly the complete last hour to clean my genitals from hairs. When he was done, he left me again.
When Bill returned he gave me the sign, that time was over and I lost again.
"You dick is mine now." he said and stretched it to its most extend.
"But I'm a kind person so I'll give you an additional choice. I guess you don't want to lose your best part. Ok, I'll give you the choice. If you tell me with your free will to remove your penis I'll do it. In the meantime I will continue to add weights on the rope. But I will reduce the pace to give you time to think about my offer. So you have the option to get emasculated or strangulated as a whole male. The choice is yours. But I think you'll have only ten hours left until you suffocate."
I stared at him with horror. What should I do now? The bondage was so tight, I couldn't move a bit. And the pressure on my neck was very painful like the one at my balls.
"Or maybe your balls get ripped off first before your strangulated completely." He told my and put a new pound weight into the bucket that was pulling at my balls. If I were able to I had screamed but the noose cut off not only air but voice as well.
He put two pounds into the bucket that was connected to the noose and I immediately felt the additional weight. Now about 100 pound were pulling at my neck. I couldn't think clearly any more so I had no idea how much I could endure.
"I will return as usual every hour. And don't expect any mercy from my. If you don't offer me your dick I will definitely hang you." He shut the door and locked it.
The new choice wasn't a real one but still I felt too much fear of getting my penis cut off. So I couldn't overcome to offer it to him. I continued fighting the bondage though I exactly knew I had no chance. The ropes at my ankles and writes were pulled very tight, forcing my limbs to maximum stretching. I couldn't see my balls but the pain that was coming from there was agonizing. Again I tried to lower my self a little bit to ease the pain but right from the start the noose did its cruel work, suffocating me instantly.
Second for second passed by. Bill returned. "Now, do you come to a decision? You only have to blink with your eyes twice if you want me to cut off your cock." I only stared at him. No, I desperately want not to be cut. But all my will and strength disappeared, when he again increased the weights in both buckets. But it was too late. "In two hours." he said and that made me even more panicking. He didn't see my blinking and closed the door behind him. I wanted to tell him that I was ready but I couldn't. So I had to endure this torture for two more hours. I felt that the weight at the noose was now critical. I struggled for air and this struggling even strangulated me more. Quickly I came to the point that I wouldn't stand the next two hours. I remained absolutely immobile but that didn't helped much. I felt the noose constantly tightening ore and more. Oh, he was actually killing me. But the noose was a very cruel device, the tightening process was so slow that it two nearly the two hours to finally truly strangulate me. I nearly got no air any more. I had given up.
In that moment the door opened. I gurgled and struggled, fighting for life and as soon as Bill looked into my face I blinked like crazy.
"You really took your time." he noticed and removed some weights from the basked, but only a few, just enough to keep me alive. "Well, so I guess we can start right now. Just wait a minute, I will pick up the necessary tools."
I sucked the air into my lungs. I didn't think about the things to come. I was still alive.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 7
I found myself strapped down on a gynecological chair, my legs nicely spread offering my genitals to everyone. Arms, chest and hips were tightly bound with leather straps to the chair. Additionally my balls were hooked in a way to the chair that there was a good tension on them prohibiting nearly every movement with the hips.
My head was supported by the neck and strapped down so I could watch very well what would happen to my private parts. It looked strange without the pubic hair, even more vulnerable.
But no noose was choking me and I had no gag in my mouth. Maybe he wanted to hear me screams this time.
Bill came back. "This is a very special event and I think you won't mind that I have invited some friends for that event." Getting mutilated in front of an audience made me feel even more uncomfortable but what should I have done.
"You already know Tom." he introduced the younger, well-built male. Surely I remembered him from the days he led the gang bang. He smiled at me and took a chair, so he had a good view on my genitals.
"And this is Doreen and Carl, old friends of mine." I saw a couple, in age and shape very likely to Bill, both must be at the end of fifties and they were a good part overweighed. Carl wore a jeans and a normal shirt, Doreen a black, long skirt and a tight black shirt, that left her arms free. I could see her large breasts and without any doing of me my body reacts and my dick started to swell. Naturally Bill saw that and smiled at me. "Oh, I see you like being mutilated in public." And with a quick view to Doreen he added: "Maybe some of my guests will help me here. They are experienced in that area as well and I know that especially Doreen has some very nasty ideas."
I swallowed hard when I saw her hungry look on me. There was nothing friendly in it. These people were here only to see me suffer like I had suffered never before.
After everyone had found a place Bill took a stool and placed it between my legs.
"I'll have to make some preparations so you can enjoy this evening to its most extent." He took my penis at the shaft and started masturbating me. I couldn't suppress the erection that was soon created. Shortly my dick was swollen to its full size and a short drop of precum was visible on the piss slit.
"Now we should conserve this beautiful sight." Bill explained and took a plastic dowel from the small table nearby. I stared at the dowel then I understood what Bill had in mind too late. He inserted the tip of the dowel in my urethra and slowly forced it in while he continued the masturbating. The dowel had a diameter much larger than the normal size of my urethra so Bill had to use some force to get it in. I trembled and cried when I felt the plastic thing scratching my urethra from the inside with the barbs. I realized that there was no easy way to get this thing out of my dick again. The dowel was nearly as long as my erect cock and Bill forced it all the way in until it was completely disappeared.
The pain from the stretched urethra was horrible but the straps held me firmly no matter how hard I struggle and tremble. I saw the faces of the spectators but I didn't hold back any more. I screamed.
"Yes, my little boy. That's what we wanna hear."
He paused to enjoy my suffering. It took several minutes until I got a little bit calmer.
"That's a nice idea, Bill." Doreen said. "Later you can simply screw something into the dowel and this will stretch the piss slit and you have a good attachment point."
"You're right. But I can do even more. If the screw is large enough I can burst the urethra with it. I'm not sure, if I will choose that way."
"Nooo." I cried. "Don't do that! Please! Pleeeaaaase!"
"Hey, don't worry, this will happen at least in some hours. We have some other thing to do first."
He took my dick in his hand again and the firm grip sent waves of pain through my shaft. He forcefully pulled back my foreskin. "I want to tenderize your glans a bit." I look at my deeply purple shining glans. Then I saw what Bill had in mind. He picked a small piece of rough sandpaper and started rubbing it over my tender glans. The sensation was simply awful. I howled but Bill continued carefully, using the sandpaper on every spot of my glans just to the point before it would start to bleed.
The purple color had changed to a very angry red of raw flesh and the slightest touch hurt now like hell.
He tickled a little around the piss slit. I tried to shake my head from side to side, but the strap held it tight. I nearly had no voice any more for screaming.
Then Bill showed me some sort of a screw that ended in a hook. "This will do the trick of fixing your cock for the later treatment." Slowly he inserted the tip of the screw into the dowel and start rotating it. Instantly the pressure in my urethra increased and I groaned deeply.
He screwed it more and more in and my groans changed to a howling with every turn.
"Hey, don't be afraid. This is a fairly thin screw. If will only spread the dowel a little bit. No real harm will done right now." He tested the screw by pulling at the hook. It seemed that is was very tight and he could easier rip off my cock as a whole that pull out the screw. It looked very strange with the hook coming out of my piss slit. Slowly I became used to the additional pressure in my penis.
"Ok, the true session will take place in another room, where I have constructed a very special device for that occasion." Bill explained.
"If you want to do some inspections in front of the main event then this is the right time." He invited the others to step closer.
"I will be the last." Doreen stated when she saw that the others wanted to offer her the first place.
First came Carl. He sat down on the stool and carefully examined my genitals. It was so humiliating. He didn't miss a spot, touching all and everything with his thick fingers, even probing into my anus.
"A yummy victim, I have to admit." His hand grabbed my shaft and he slowly started to masturbate me. Immediately the horrible pain in the urethra returned and I trembled. Tears were flowing again. "So painful, eh? But I only do you good." He smiled sarcastically and continued masturbating.
With the dowel in it my dick swell to an enormous size.
"I knew you would like that."
Despite the great pain I felt the pressure that slowly build up at my prostate. Carl seemed to notice that, too.
"Such a pain slut. But today I guess you will experience pain beyond pleasure."
He made place for Tom. The younger one wasn't very interest into my writhing cock. His fingers found directly their way to my anus.
"Know what? I think I will fuck you this evening. When you are howling in pain I will thrust my penis into you and then in the moment of my climax, your cock will be cut off."
While he was telling me that he slowly pushed one finger after another into me, forcing a passage through the sphincter muscle. I groaned deeply, tried to move my hips away from the probing fingers.
"No chance, little slut. Bill had promised me that your as will be mine tonight!"
Then came Doreen. She took the longest period in inspecting my genitals. She tested the placement of the hook into my urethra by hardly pulling on it until I was yelling. She seemed to be satisfied and my rushing breath slowed down.
"I like this ball weight, Bill. But don't you think, it is time for him to get a larger one."
"Oh, yes my dear. you are totally right. Just a moment I will get the screw driver and the new metal ring."
A minute later Bill returned. It was a big relief because in the meantime Doreen had started to massage my balls in a real brutal way that brought out tears again.
Quickly Bill opened the metal half rings. For the first time my balls were free again. It was a strange feeling and I could see that my scrotum was enlarged a good part. Doreen took my freed balls between her palms and started rubbing and squeezing them. I howled again, pressing against the bonds.
"Such nice balls. I would dearly like to fry them."
"No, my dear. He will keep his balls so I can torture him there severely. I can assure you in the future he will beg me to castrate him but I won't. I will punish him by his useless balls like never before."
"I would like to help you with that." Doreen offered.
"I would be glad, if you join me. Now lets adjust the new ball weight."
I watched when they stretched my scrotum to maximum extend so that Bill could encircle it with the larger half ring. It was a difficult procedure but he managed it and screwed it tight. My balls were pressed downwards and I sensed the increased weight. "Now two pounds of metal will constantly pull on your balls."
Naturally there was a D-ring at the new metal circle and my balls were divided by a broad metal strap.
"And now let us bring him to the other room, where a special treatment is awaiting him."
The all laughed. My hands were cuffed behind my back then Bill loosened the straps. He hooked a chain onto my penis and led me into a room that I have never seen before.
In the middle was a wood device. It had some similarities with a pillory and Bill forced me to kneel down directly before a large wood plank that went up to my breast. It was solidly anchored to the base plank on which I was kneeling.
Tom forced my feet apart and fixed them with straps securely to the ground. Bill lowered a chain from the ceiling and hooked my handcuffs to it in the special way, that my palms were laying on my shoulder blades, pointing upwards. Then he raised the chain just far enough, so I felt a very uncomfortable pressure on my shoulder joints.
Now I was completely helpless. Additional straps were fastened directly under my knees.
"Do you have seen the small hole in the plank?" I nodded. Indeed there was a small hole, maybe an inch at maximum diameter just in the height of my genitals. It had an oval shape.
"This is your pussy for tonight." Bill continued. "You may fuck her as long as you want." He crouched beside me and inserted the cock chain through the hole. By lightly pulling on it he directed the glans directly in front of the hole. "Come on. This will be the last time you will experience a fucking in that manner." I didn't trust them so I hesitated.
I saw Tom taking place behind me. He had a very mean looking wooden paddle in his hand. The paddle had several holes in it to reduce air resistance and raise the impact on the victim's flesh. "I guess you need a little bit of spur." Bill said and gave Tom a sign. Moments later I heard a nasty swishing and then the paddle hit my ass cheeks with great force. I screamed and as a reflex my body moved forward, forcing my dick into the hole. It was narrow but immediately the pain of my ass was swept away by the hurting penis. The raw flesh of the glans was again tortured by rough sandpaper that covered the inner sides of the hole. My penis felt like it was burning. No blood was flowing but the pain was horrible. I whined and didn't dare to pull my penis out of the hole again. I could look over the plank and see the abused glans and a good part of the very sore shaft sticking out of the hole at the other side of the plank.
"No more, please. No more."
Bill placed a gas torch right under my penis. He ignited it and adjusted the flame so that the heat became unendurable within seconds.
With a long howl a pulled my penis back. But Bill had fastened the chain so short that my glans remained in the hole. Now Tom bent his arm back and laid his full weight into the next blow and the sheer force pressed my hip forward and my dick again into the torture hole. Bill had increased the heat so I immediately pulled back ignoring the new pain in my penis. My ass felt as it was only a big munch when Tom hit me the third time. I squeaked and jumped forward. This cruel procedure continued for ten times then the first small blood drops appeared on my glans.
Bill took away the torch and pulled the chain tight. I couldn't draw my cock back any more.
"May I give him some few more?" Tom asked.
"Sure, go on." Now I was completely at the mercy of the brutal paddle. Tom didn't hold back and hit me as hard as he could. And he was a strong man. It felt as if he had used a hammer. My behind ached profoundly and I screamed on and on. I didn't count the blows I was barely able to think. But then Tom stopped breathing heavily.
I nearly had no feeling in my behind but I was very sure I wouldn't been able to sit for at least a week.
I nearly passed the moment, when Bill stripped a strong rubber band over my shaft. "This will prevent too much bleeding. Now, Doreen, you may play a little with him."
"Thank you." I saw her wielding a leather string in her hand. She stood beside me and then raised the thong.
"Nooo." I whined, but it was too late. My whining became a shrill scream when the leather hit my stretched penis with vicious force. Again and again she hit me with the leather string especially aiming for the over sensitive glans.
The straps held me tightly to the ground and the dowel with the in screwed hook prevented every hip movement. I could only kneel there and suffer the excruciating pain inflicted by the woman.
And she obviously enjoyed what she did. Thick welts covered my shaft but she continued until my voice was hoarse. I could only grunt and moan. I whimpered long after she had stopped the whipping.
"Now is the time to get serious." Bill announced. He took my shaft, unhooked the chain and unscrewed the hook from the dowel. The position change of the dowel in my urethra produced more pain.
He then showed me a similar screw with an eye hook an one end but this had a much bigger diameter. My eyes widened when I see that monstrous thing.
"This will indeed spread your piss slit apart." I wildly shook my head.
"Tom, it's time to take him." The younger one jumped behind me kneeling between my legs. His strong hands gripped my cheeks, forcing them apart. I pressed my sphincter tight.
"Hey, relax or it will just hurt you more." I hear Tom saying right into my ear.
I felt something fumbling at my sphincter and then there was a sharp pain when the first finger penetrated my anus. He forced his way in, then stretching the opening with his fingers. Quickly he thrust his dick in. I moaned deeply.
"I'm ready, Bill." Tom said. "Fine. Start slowly." Tom pressed his hips against mine, forcing his cock deeply into me beginning with a slow rhythm.
Bill now placed the big screw at the tip of the piss slit right into the dowel and start screwing. A moment later I felt the increasing pressure from inside the urethra. I groaned but then Tom pushed into me another time, changing my focus onto my aching anus for some seconds.
"Now this should really start to hurt." Bill said, after the screw was about an inch into the dowel. And he was right. The dowel started to expand into my urethra. With every turn the barb pierced deeper into the sensitive flesh. I couldn't hold back any longer. A scream came out of my mouth and Bill went on. The pressure reached an unbearable height, causing extreme pain and through the agony I felt something being ripped apart. My screaming changed into an animal like howling.
"Just a few turns. Then it fits." Through the tears I looked down at my penis seeing the deformed flesh when the two barbs created bumps on the sides of the shaft.
Bill pulled several ties to assure a tight placement. Every pull created more agonizing pain. He then hooked it again to the chain, stretching my cock to an extreme extend.
"Doreen, now you can take the candle." he stepped back and the older woman sat beside me and ignited the torch. First I thought she wanted to drip the wax on my cock but I was wrong. She held the open flame right under my shaft but in a distance that I felt the heat only after some seconds. "I will now roast the upper layers of your cock." She explained to me.
I hoped she would move the candle when the heat could burn the flesh but she remained. I started struggling and squirming but another hard blow of Tom destroyed every effort. He pressed me tightly against the wood and I could only suffer from the heat. A sizzling signed that my flesh got actually burned. I howled louder. Carefully Doreen moved the candle a small distance nearer to the glans and stayed there until she heard the sizzling again.
She was really cooking the lower side of my shaft.
Methodically she worked her way up to the glans. I heard her breath going heavier but I didn't care. My lower body was deeply in pain. My mind was filled with it completely.
"Nice preparation. Now take the torch and heat the screw." I saw with absolute horror, when Doreen took the gas torch, igniting it with the candle and placing the blue flame under the eye hook. Within seconds the heat started to spread out through the metal. But there was no place where the screw was touching my flesh directly so it took nearly half a minute until she got some reactions from me. The pain struck me like a lightning. I wildly moved my heat, having not enough air for screaming like I needed to when the dowel melt inside my urethra giving the heat to my soft flesh.
"Now we cook it from inside out." I squeaked like a pig uttering tatters of bidding and begging but Doreen held still the torch in place. The plastic of the dowel was burnt into my flesh and then the nearly glowing screw touched the raw flesh.
That was too much. I passed out.
A strong smelling awakened me again. "Hey, you shouldn't miss the best part." I weakly look down at my tortured penis and beside the dark entrance of the piss slit it early looked unharmed from my point of view but the intense pain told me that internally it was hurt irreversibly.
"Tom, take him now." I felt him raising his rhythm when fucking me, increasing the pain in my anus with every thrust until I start whimpering.
"I'm close." Tom breathed heavily. "Ok, Doreen, do it now." I saw her wielding a small metal saw and moments later she placed the tiny jaws of the saw directly on my shaft where it left the hole of the wood. "I will do it very slowly so you can enjoy it as long as possible." I couldn't simply believe what she wanted to do right now but the pulling at the saw brought me back to reality. The sharp jaws ripped my flesh apart. Blood was running down, but most of it was held back by the rubber band.
She nearly used no strength when moving the saw back and forth. This time the pain was the worst ever experienced. I had not enough breath to even scream until she had worked to the middle of the shaft.
"Take that!" Tom shouted spurting into my anus. I squeaked with a very high pitch and Doreen continued the sawing with a vicious slow pace.
The pain was unimaginable but this time I remained conscious experience every moment of ache. Then Doreen was through holding the largest part of my penis directly in front of my eyes.
"That will be a nice trophy for that evening."
"You may take it if you want." Bill encouraged her. She smiled and licked along the abused shaft. She showed me the burnt lower side.
I look a last time at my stump then passed out again.
TO BE CONTINUED
"I will be the last." Doreen stated when she saw that the others wanted to offer her the first place.
First came Carl. He sat down on the stool and carefully examined my genitals. It was so humiliating. He didn't miss a spot, touching all and everything with his thick fingers, even probing into my anus.
"A yummy victim, I have to admit." His hand grabbed my shaft and he slowly started to masturbate me. Immediately the horrible pain in the urethra returned and I trembled. Tears were flowing again. "So painful, eh? But I only do you good." He smiled sarcastically and continued masturbating.
With the dowel in it my dick swell to an enormous size.
"I knew you would like that."
Despite the great pain I felt the pressure that slowly build up at my prostate. Carl seemed to notice that, too.
"Such a pain slut. But today I guess you will experience pain beyond pleasure."
He made place for Tom. The younger one wasn't very interest into my writhing cock. His fingers found directly their way to my anus.
"Know what? I think I will fuck you this evening. When you are howling in pain I will thrust my penis into you and then in the moment of my climax, your cock will be cut off."
While he was telling me that he slowly pushed one finger after another into me, forcing a passage through the sphincter muscle. I groaned deeply, tried to move my hips away from the probing fingers.
"No chance, little slut. Bill had promised me that your as will be mine tonight!"
Then came Doreen. She took the longest period in inspecting my genitals. She tested the placement of the hook into my urethra by hardly pulling on it until I was yelling. She seemed to be satisfied and my rushing breath slowed down.
"I like this ball weight, Bill. But don't you think, it is time for him to get a larger one."
"Oh, yes my dear. you are totally right. Just a moment I will get the screw driver and the new metal ring."
A minute later Bill returned. It was a big relief because in the meantime Doreen had started to massage my balls in a real brutal way that brought out tears again.
Quickly Bill opened the metal half rings. For the first time my balls were free again. It was a strange feeling and I could see that my scrotum was enlarged a good part. Doreen took my freed balls between her palms and started rubbing and squeezing them. I howled again, pressing against the bonds.
"Such nice balls. I would dearly like to fry them."
"No, my dear. He will keep his balls so I can torture him there severely. I can assure you in the future he will beg me to castrate him but I won't. I will punish him by his useless balls like never before."
"I would like to help you with that." Doreen offered.
"I would be glad, if you join me. Now lets adjust the new ball weight."
I watched when they stretched my scrotum to maximum extend so that Bill could encircle it with the larger half ring. It was a difficult procedure but he managed it and screwed it tight. My balls were pressed downwards and I sensed the increased weight. "Now two pounds of metal will constantly pull on your balls."
Naturally there was a D-ring at the new metal circle and my balls were divided by a broad metal strap.
"And now let us bring him to the other room, where a special treatment is awaiting him."
The all laughed. My hands were cuffed behind my back then Bill loosened the straps. He hooked a chain onto my penis and led me into a room that I have never seen before.
In the middle was a wood device. It had some similarities with a pillory and Bill forced me to kneel down directly before a large wood plank that went up to my breast. It was solidly anchored to the base plank on which I was kneeling.
Tom forced my feet apart and fixed them with straps securely to the ground. Bill lowered a chain from the ceiling and hooked my handcuffs to it in the special way, that my palms were laying on my shoulder blades, pointing upwards. Then he raised the chain just far enough, so I felt a very uncomfortable pressure on my shoulder joints.
Now I was completely helpless. Additional straps were fastened directly under my knees.
"Do you have seen the small hole in the plank?" I nodded. Indeed there was a small hole, maybe an inch at maximum diameter just in the height of my genitals. It had an oval shape.
"This is your pussy for tonight." Bill continued. "You may fuck her as long as you want." He crouched beside me and inserted the cock chain through the hole. By lightly pulling on it he directed the glans directly in front of the hole. "Come on. This will be the last time you will experience a fucking in that manner." I didn't trust them so I hesitated.
I saw Tom taking place behind me. He had a very mean looking wooden paddle in his hand. The paddle had several holes in it to reduce air resistance and raise the impact on the victim's flesh. "I guess you need a little bit of spur." Bill said and gave Tom a sign. Moments later I heard a nasty swishing and then the paddle hit my ass cheeks with great force. I screamed and as a reflex my body moved forward, forcing my dick into the hole. It was narrow but immediately the pain of my ass was swept away by the hurting penis. The raw flesh of the glans was again tortured by rough sandpaper that covered the inner sides of the hole. My penis felt like it was burning. No blood was flowing but the pain was horrible. I whined and didn't dare to pull my penis out of the hole again. I could look over the plank and see the abused glans and a good part of the very sore shaft sticking out of the hole at the other side of the plank.
"No more, please. No more."
Bill placed a gas torch right under my penis. He ignited it and adjusted the flame so that the heat became unendurable within seconds.
With a long howl a pulled my penis back. But Bill had fastened the chain so short that my glans remained in the hole. Now Tom bent his arm back and laid his full weight into the next blow and the sheer force pressed my hip forward and my dick again into the torture hole. Bill had increased the heat so I immediately pulled back ignoring the new pain in my penis. My ass felt as it was only a big munch when Tom hit me the third time. I squeaked and jumped forward. This cruel procedure continued for ten times then the first small blood drops appeared on my glans.
Bill took away the torch and pulled the chain tight. I couldn't draw my cock back any more.
"May I give him some few more?" Tom asked.
"Sure, go on." Now I was completely at the mercy of the brutal paddle. Tom didn't hold back and hit me as hard as he could. And he was a strong man. It felt as if he had used a hammer. My behind ached profoundly and I screamed on and on. I didn't count the blows I was barely able to think. But then Tom stopped breathing heavily.
I nearly had no feeling in my behind but I was very sure I wouldn't been able to sit for at least a week.
I nearly passed the moment, when Bill stripped a strong rubber band over my shaft. "This will prevent too much bleeding. Now, Doreen, you may play a little with him."
"Thank you." I saw her wielding a leather string in her hand. She stood beside me and then raised the thong.
"Nooo." I whined, but it was too late. My whining became a shrill scream when the leather hit my stretched penis with vicious force. Again and again she hit me with the leather string especially aiming for the over sensitive glans.
The straps held me tightly to the ground and the dowel with the in screwed hook prevented every hip movement. I could only kneel there and suffer the excruciating pain inflicted by the woman.
And she obviously enjoyed what she did. Thick welts covered my shaft but she continued until my voice was hoarse. I could only grunt and moan. I whimpered long after she had stopped the whipping.
"Now is the time to get serious." Bill announced. He took my shaft, unhooked the chain and unscrewed the hook from the dowel. The position change of the dowel in my urethra produced more pain.
He then showed me a similar screw with an eye hook an one end but this had a much bigger diameter. My eyes widened when I see that monstrous thing.
"This will indeed spread your piss slit apart." I wildly shook my head.
"Tom, it's time to take him." The younger one jumped behind me kneeling between my legs. His strong hands gripped my cheeks, forcing them apart. I pressed my sphincter tight.
"Hey, relax or it will just hurt you more." I hear Tom saying right into my ear.
I felt something fumbling at my sphincter and then there was a sharp pain when the first finger penetrated my anus. He forced his way in, then stretching the opening with his fingers. Quickly he thrust his dick in. I moaned deeply.
"I'm ready, Bill." Tom said. "Fine. Start slowly." Tom pressed his hips against mine, forcing his cock deeply into me beginning with a slow rhythm.
Bill now placed the big screw at the tip of the piss slit right into the dowel and start screwing. A moment later I felt the increasing pressure from inside the urethra. I groaned but then Tom pushed into me another time, changing my focus onto my aching anus for some seconds.
"Now this should really start to hurt." Bill said, after the screw was about an inch into the dowel. And he was right. The dowel started to expand into my urethra. With every turn the barb pierced deeper into the sensitive flesh. I couldn't hold back any longer. A scream came out of my mouth and Bill went on. The pressure reached an unbearable height, causing extreme pain and through the agony I felt something being ripped apart. My screaming changed into an animal like howling.
"Just a few turns. Then it fits." Through the tears I looked down at my penis seeing the deformed flesh when the two barbs created bumps on the sides of the shaft.
Bill pulled several ties to assure a tight placement. Every pull created more agonizing pain. He then hooked it again to the chain, stretching my cock to an extreme extend.
"Doreen, now you can take the candle." he stepped back and the older woman sat beside me and ignited the torch. First I thought she wanted to drip the wax on my cock but I was wrong. She held the open flame right under my shaft but in a distance that I felt the heat only after some seconds. "I will now roast the upper layers of your cock." She explained to me.
I hoped she would move the candle when the heat could burn the flesh but she remained. I started struggling and squirming but another hard blow of Tom destroyed every effort. He pressed me tightly against the wood and I could only suffer from the heat. A sizzling signed that my flesh got actually burned. I howled louder. Carefully Doreen moved the candle a small distance nearer to the glans and stayed there until she heard the sizzling again.
She was really cooking the lower side of my shaft.
Methodically she worked her way up to the glans. I heard her breath going heavier but I didn't care. My lower body was deeply in pain. My mind was filled with it completely.
"Nice preparation. Now take the torch and heat the screw." I saw with absolute horror, when Doreen took the gas torch, igniting it with the candle and placing the blue flame under the eye hook. Within seconds the heat started to spread out through the metal. But there was no place where the screw was touching my flesh directly so it took nearly half a minute until she got some reactions from me. The pain struck me like a lightning. I wildly moved my heat, having not enough air for screaming like I needed to when the dowel melt inside my urethra giving the heat to my soft flesh.
"Now we cook it from inside out." I squeaked like a pig uttering tatters of bidding and begging but Doreen held still the torch in place. The plastic of the dowel was burnt into my flesh and then the nearly glowing screw touched the raw flesh.
That was too much. I passed out.
A strong smelling awakened me again. "Hey, you shouldn't miss the best part." I weakly look down at my tortured penis and beside the dark entrance of the piss slit it early looked unharmed from my point of view but the intense pain told me that internally it was hurt irreversibly.
"Tom, take him now." I felt him raising his rhythm when fucking me, increasing the pain in my anus with every thrust until I start whimpering.
"I'm close." Tom breathed heavily. "Ok, Doreen, do it now." I saw her wielding a small metal saw and moments later she placed the tiny jaws of the saw directly on my shaft where it left the hole of the wood. "I will do it very slowly so you can enjoy it as long as possible." I couldn't simply believe what she wanted to do right now but the pulling at the saw brought me back to reality. The sharp jaws ripped my flesh apart. Blood was running down, but most of it was held back by the rubber band.
She nearly used no strength when moving the saw back and forth. This time the pain was the worst ever experienced. I had not enough breath to even scream until she had worked to the middle of the shaft.
"Take that!" Tom shouted spurting into my anus. I squeaked with a very high pitch and Doreen continued the sawing with a vicious slow pace.
The pain was unimaginable but this time I remained conscious experience every moment of ache. Then Doreen was through holding the largest part of my penis directly in front of my eyes.
"That will be a nice trophy for that evening."
"You may take it if you want." Bill encouraged her. She smiled and licked along the abused shaft. She showed me the burnt lower side.
I look a last time at my stump then passed out again.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 8
It took over a week to recover from the last session. Carl helped Bill with the necessary aftercare, he was a doctor so there were no trouble. In that time I was bound constantly to the bed-frame but beside some breath control training there was no additional torture.
Bill explained he wanted me to be in a good shape when he would go on. My stomp healed well and quick. It was a rather disgusting and frightening view, only half an inch was left from my once normal sized penis. It was now only useful for urinating and more torture. I wouldn't be able to have sex with another woman any more.
But I already had gave up such sort of thinking for quite a while. Bill would use me only in the way he wanted to and that meant heavy bondage combined with severe torture.
Ten days after the removal Bill decided that I'm healthy enough to accompany him to a special party. It would be the first time I leave his rooms. Therefore he put a metal collar around me neck and iron cuffs on hands and feet. And that was all, no clothing. He led me into the garage and I had to climb into his van. I had to kneel down in it and he connected my collar with a very short chain to a hook in the ground of the loading area of the van. Then he locked the door. There was no window and it was completely dark. My hands naturally were cuffed on my back, so I was absolutely helpless when the van started to drive.
After a while the van stopped and Bill took me out. It was dark outside and I had no idea where we were. He quickly led me into a large building.
I felt a great humiliation when we first met other men. I was naked and bound but they took these facts as if that were absolutely normal.
The room was filled with smoke, many men, only men as I noticed moments later, small tables and a bar. Bill pushed me to an empty table and forced me onto my knees, connecting my collar to a hook at the table. Then he ordered a drink. Several men came across and Bill spoke to them. I held my eyes straight down. I was too ashamed of my appearance.
"That's your new slave?" A rough voice asked.
"Yes. He needs a bit more training but he is doing well."
"May I have him for a while?" When I heard that question my head raised. I saw a fat guy, a bit younger than Bill but with a bigger body.
"That's why I took him with me." To my great horror Bill unhooked the chain and gave it to the stranger. "Barry will take care of you this evening. I suggest you to do what he want. He isn't so patient as I."
Then Bill turned to Barry. "I want him back in one piece."
"Sure." Barry smiled. "C'mon, boy." He pulled hard on the chain and I jumped up. "I have some friends waiting for an amusement in the next room." he explained. "And the amusement will be your body."
There was only a door in the room, no window. Three other guys, as big as Barry, were waiting there talking to each other. They welcomed him and I was pushed into the middle of the room.
There was some sort of a sawing horse bolted to the ground. Bill opened my ankle chain and locked my ankles to the legs of the horse. Then I had to bend over. He took the collar chain and hooked it to the ground. My ass was now sticking up into the air.
"You may scream as much as you like. No one will hear you or care."
It took over a week to recover from the last session. Carl helped Bill with the necessary aftercare, he was a doctor so there were no trouble. In that time I was bound constantly to the bed-frame but beside some breath control training there was no additional torture.
Bill explained he wanted me to be in a good shape when he would go on. My stomp healed well and quick. It was a rather disgusting and frightening view, only half an inch was left from my once normal sized penis. It was now only useful for urinating and more torture. I wouldn't be able to have sex with another woman any more.
But I already had gave up such sort of thinking for quite a while. Bill would use me only in the way he wanted to and that meant heavy bondage combined with severe torture.
Ten days after the removal Bill decided that I'm healthy enough to accompany him to a special party. It would be the first time I leave his rooms. Therefore he put a metal collar around me neck and iron cuffs on hands and feet. And that was all, no clothing. He led me into the garage and I had to climb into his van. I had to kneel down in it and he connected my collar with a very short chain to a hook in the ground of the loading area of the van. Then he locked the door. There was no window and it was completely dark. My hands naturally were cuffed on my back, so I was absolutely helpless when the van started to drive.
After a while the van stopped and Bill took me out. It was dark outside and I had no idea where we were. He quickly led me into a large building.
I felt a great humiliation when we first met other men. I was naked and bound but they took these facts as if that were absolutely normal.
The room was filled with smoke, many men, only men as I noticed moments later, small tables and a bar. Bill pushed me to an empty table and forced me onto my knees, connecting my collar to a hook at the table. Then he ordered a drink. Several men came across and Bill spoke to them. I held my eyes straight down. I was too ashamed of my appearance.
"That's your new slave?" A rough voice asked.
"Yes. He needs a bit more training but he is doing well."
"May I have him for a while?" When I heard that question my head raised. I saw a fat guy, a bit younger than Bill but with a bigger body.
"That's why I took him with me." To my great horror Bill unhooked the chain and gave it to the stranger. "Barry will take care of you this evening. I suggest you to do what he want. He isn't so patient as I."
Then Bill turned to Barry. "I want him back in one piece."
"Sure." Barry smiled. "C'mon, boy." He pulled hard on the chain and I jumped up. "I have some friends waiting for an amusement in the next room." he explained. "And the amusement will be your body."
There was only a door in the room, no window. Three other guys, as big as Barry, were waiting there talking to each other. They welcomed him and I was pushed into the middle of the room.
There was some sort of a sawing horse bolted to the ground. Bill opened my ankle chain and locked my ankles to the legs of the horse. Then I had to bend over. He took the collar chain and hooked it to the ground. My ass was now sticking up into the air.
"You may scream as much as you like. No one will hear you or care."
Barry said to me while he was opening his pants. He put out his cock and started masturbating himself. "We will take you one after the other. But before, Josh will prepare you so you will feel us better."
One of the males came closer, inspecting my thighs and ass cheeks. "Nice bruises but I guess they didn't hurt that much any more." Indeed my cheeks were still black and blue from the beating by Tom but the pain had faded. "Maybe we should reheat your flesh." I heard him putting something out of his pocket and seconds later I felt an intense heat at my inner thigh. I struggled but the heat didn't go away. I screamed.
One of the males came closer, inspecting my thighs and ass cheeks. "Nice bruises but I guess they didn't hurt that much any more." Indeed my cheeks were still black and blue from the beating by Tom but the pain had faded. "Maybe we should reheat your flesh." I heard him putting something out of his pocket and seconds later I felt an intense heat at my inner thigh. I struggled but the heat didn't go away. I screamed.
"Hey, that's just a small gas lighter." I felt the vicious heat wandering up my thigh so slowly that my flesh was burned severely. I screamed on and on. Tears filled my eyes. Josh stopped only to do the same thing with my other thigh. I squeaked and trembled but the chains held me down.
"Now the crotch!" My ass-cheeks were spread by another male then the heat returned right on the sensitive flesh between scrotum and anus. The pain was extreme when they burned my skin. They continued just a little bit up, burning the skin all around the sphincter muscle. Very soon I was exhausted from screaming and wiggling.
The heat ceased but the pain stayed.
He gently touched my burned flesh and I screamed aloud every time. "He
is ready."
"I'll take him first." That was Barry's voice. I heard him stepping behind me. "Boy, now you learn how real men do that." With these words I felt something penetrating my anus forcefully. I gasped when he pressed his huge body against my hurt flesh. Tears shot into my eyes. With every thrust the pain became worse. My screams turned into a long howling when Barry finally came, heavy breathing.
He quickly drew back, giving his place to the next one.
I realized with horror that all of the four wanted to take me. And that was exactly what they did. One after the other used me anally, enjoying my cries, pleas and screams. It was much worse than the last gang bang. They used me very roughly and afterwards my sphincter felt extremely sore.
But that wasn't the end.
"After the joy there will be some pain. Do you ever been whipped by a single tail?" I didn't know what he meant so I didn't answer. Then I heard a crack and a pain rushed through my ass as if someone had drawn a knife across the skin. "You'll get five from every one of us." The next blow was much worse. I jumped and screamed like mad. With every blow the pain seemed to increase. Barry concentrated on my ass. The next man let the whip wander over my back. I was totally exhausted when they were all through.
Barry crouched in front of my face. "Boy, I'll give you a choice. You know now how pleasure and how pain felt. I want you to choose what do you want. For us it doesn't matter. If you choose pleasure every one of us will take your ass and your mouth. If you choose pain, you'll get thirty with the whip form every one."
My mind was rushing. The pain in my body hindered a clear thinking. But I didn't want to be used by the males again. It was so humiliating.
"Now the crotch!" My ass-cheeks were spread by another male then the heat returned right on the sensitive flesh between scrotum and anus. The pain was extreme when they burned my skin. They continued just a little bit up, burning the skin all around the sphincter muscle. Very soon I was exhausted from screaming and wiggling.
The heat ceased but the pain stayed.
He gently touched my burned flesh and I screamed aloud every time. "He
is ready."
"I'll take him first." That was Barry's voice. I heard him stepping behind me. "Boy, now you learn how real men do that." With these words I felt something penetrating my anus forcefully. I gasped when he pressed his huge body against my hurt flesh. Tears shot into my eyes. With every thrust the pain became worse. My screams turned into a long howling when Barry finally came, heavy breathing.
He quickly drew back, giving his place to the next one.
I realized with horror that all of the four wanted to take me. And that was exactly what they did. One after the other used me anally, enjoying my cries, pleas and screams. It was much worse than the last gang bang. They used me very roughly and afterwards my sphincter felt extremely sore.
But that wasn't the end.
"After the joy there will be some pain. Do you ever been whipped by a single tail?" I didn't know what he meant so I didn't answer. Then I heard a crack and a pain rushed through my ass as if someone had drawn a knife across the skin. "You'll get five from every one of us." The next blow was much worse. I jumped and screamed like mad. With every blow the pain seemed to increase. Barry concentrated on my ass. The next man let the whip wander over my back. I was totally exhausted when they were all through.
Barry crouched in front of my face. "Boy, I'll give you a choice. You know now how pleasure and how pain felt. I want you to choose what do you want. For us it doesn't matter. If you choose pleasure every one of us will take your ass and your mouth. If you choose pain, you'll get thirty with the whip form every one."
My mind was rushing. The pain in my body hindered a clear thinking. But I didn't want to be used by the males again. It was so humiliating.
"Pain." I whispered.
"Very well."
Without losing much time, Barry took his place behind me and started with the whipping. It was absolutely horrible. The whip cut into my flesh sending waves of white pain through my body.
I started screaming again, violently trembling within my bonds, but couldn't protect my naked body before the bite of the vicious whip.
I was only able to whimper softly when Barry ended. But that wasn't the end of the torture. The next male, I even didn't know his name, took the whip from Barry and continued the whipping aiming especially at my thighs. I squeaked in a high pitch, me legs shivering every time the whip hit them. The leather literally rolled around the leg, kissing it from all sides.
I start pleading, begging then to end that torment, promising everything to them. They only laughed. The next one chose my back. It wasn't that worse as the thighs but very soon my back felt as if it were burning. I had no tears any more and my voice was hoarse. But I could only endure and suffer and that was all what they wanted to do and see.
The last of the four used my buttocks as his primary goal. The leather mostly hit both buttocks at once but then he changed his way of whipping from horizontal to vertical. The first time he hit me between the buttocks I gasped. I thought I must die. The pain was so intense. He waited enjoying me catching for enough air to scream. It took over a minute until I was finally able to howl. He waited a little bit longer, then he aimed for the very same spot with similar result. It felt as if he had pressed white hot iron between my ass cheeks. My thoughts were washed away from the pain. Everything was only hurting. And I couldn't avoid the cruel whip which hit me a third time on that extremely sensitive part of my body.
From the distance I heard Barry's voice. "I guess, we have found his right spot. Wait a minute. I will spread his cheeks apart." I didn't catch the meaning of his words. I saw Barry walking over to my, pressing my head between his legs and then I felt his hands on my aching ass cheeks. With brute force he spread them apart to the maximum and then I understood. I cried even before the whip hit me, realizing where their new target was. I wanted to move my hips, but Barry's grip was strong and tight. And then the whip hit my anus. For several seconds I thought I would pass out but my body didn't allow me that sort of escape. Before I could fully react to the new level of pain rushing to my body the whip hit me the second time. I gave a long high nearly endless howling. The whip landed on the tender flesh at the inner side of the ass cheek, first on the left side then on the right side.
I howled though for over a minute the males were only there watching me.
"Very well."
Without losing much time, Barry took his place behind me and started with the whipping. It was absolutely horrible. The whip cut into my flesh sending waves of white pain through my body.
I started screaming again, violently trembling within my bonds, but couldn't protect my naked body before the bite of the vicious whip.
I was only able to whimper softly when Barry ended. But that wasn't the end of the torture. The next male, I even didn't know his name, took the whip from Barry and continued the whipping aiming especially at my thighs. I squeaked in a high pitch, me legs shivering every time the whip hit them. The leather literally rolled around the leg, kissing it from all sides.
I start pleading, begging then to end that torment, promising everything to them. They only laughed. The next one chose my back. It wasn't that worse as the thighs but very soon my back felt as if it were burning. I had no tears any more and my voice was hoarse. But I could only endure and suffer and that was all what they wanted to do and see.
The last of the four used my buttocks as his primary goal. The leather mostly hit both buttocks at once but then he changed his way of whipping from horizontal to vertical. The first time he hit me between the buttocks I gasped. I thought I must die. The pain was so intense. He waited enjoying me catching for enough air to scream. It took over a minute until I was finally able to howl. He waited a little bit longer, then he aimed for the very same spot with similar result. It felt as if he had pressed white hot iron between my ass cheeks. My thoughts were washed away from the pain. Everything was only hurting. And I couldn't avoid the cruel whip which hit me a third time on that extremely sensitive part of my body.
From the distance I heard Barry's voice. "I guess, we have found his right spot. Wait a minute. I will spread his cheeks apart." I didn't catch the meaning of his words. I saw Barry walking over to my, pressing my head between his legs and then I felt his hands on my aching ass cheeks. With brute force he spread them apart to the maximum and then I understood. I cried even before the whip hit me, realizing where their new target was. I wanted to move my hips, but Barry's grip was strong and tight. And then the whip hit my anus. For several seconds I thought I would pass out but my body didn't allow me that sort of escape. Before I could fully react to the new level of pain rushing to my body the whip hit me the second time. I gave a long high nearly endless howling. The whip landed on the tender flesh at the inner side of the ass cheek, first on the left side then on the right side.
I howled though for over a minute the males were only there watching me.
"What a great view." Barry said. "And now the last one. But give him something to remember." I felt him spreading my cheeks once again. I heard the swish of the whip and then it hit with sadistic precision exactly the anus.
My body trembled like mad, trying to endure the new pain but then it was simply too much. I passed out.
I smelled something awful and opened my eyes. I moaned when I sensed my deeply hurting ass. "It's over." That was Barry. He had unfastened me from the horse and now he was pulling me on my feet. I staggered, then going down on my knees again. "Come up, boy!" he ordered and I tried my best to obey, finally managing to stand weakly.
He then brought me back into the room where Bill was waiting. He inspected my back and my ass. "Good work, I must admit." He said.
"Well, he is a nice piece of meat to work with." Barry replied. "I hope you will bring him with you more often."
"I think so."
Barry returned to his friends.
"I guess you had enough for the evening." Bill told me when he looked at my tormented backside again. I could only nod.
We left the club with his van, but Bill promised me that we would return soon for other sessions.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 9
Bill was very satisfied with the result of the club evening. The next few days he gave me the time to recover letting me perform only simple tasks and lessons of obedience. But before a week was over he told me that this evening he was waiting for some guests and that he wanted to let them play with me. My fears were confirmed when Bill led Carl and Doreen into the room where I had to wait in my tiny cage.
"Tonight, this is your meat." he explained to them. "I'll tape it so you have something for your home, too."
It was one thing, being used by several people but highly embarrassing being filmed. I had no clue who will see me in such situations. Naturally they didn't take any notice of my pleas. Bill simply pushed me into one room, I knew already quite well. It was the one with the many hooks. Now I could see that the older couple wasn't alone but they had brought a third person along with them. It was a young male, maybe my age. He always looked downwards.
Bill and Carl took a seat after Bill had arranged the camera. The young guy kneeled beside Carl and I saw a chain running from his neck into Carl's hand. This must be one of their slaves. He was completely clad in ordinary clothes. Now Doreen took to pieces of rope and attached one to every ankle. Then she spread my feet apart as far as possible. She uncuffed my hands but with my feet bound like this I could do very little against the woman. She bent my arms on my back in a way that my wrists were laid on my shoulder blades with the fingers pointing upwards. She knotted them tightly together and led the free end of the rope to a pulley over my head and then down to another hook.
"Normally I like my victims with the arms on the back pulled upwards and he head down but I have some nice ideas for this evening and I need free access to the genitals." she explained to the two men.
"Just go on." Bill commented.
She took the rope and pulled with all her strength. I screamed when my handswere pulled upwards into a very painful posture. The shoulders hurt immensely. I tried to step on my tip toes. This brought me a bit of release but it was very strenuous. When Doreen saw what I did she pulled at the rope again eliminating every relieving effect and forcing my to remain on the very tip of my toes when I wouldn't risk to dislocate my shoulder joints.
"Ah, that's how I liked. The victim must be held in a stress bondage. He must use all his strength to remain in the forced position. Do you feel your legs already trembling?"
She was right. Only a minute and I felt my leg muscles started hurting.
"I hope this won't disturb you much because you will remain in this position for the better part of the evening. I hope you will enjoy my treatment."
The first sweat drops appeared on my forehead when I tried to remain in my position. It was unthinkable that I could stay in that posture for more than a few minutes.
"Today I want to test a new toy." Doreen explained and took some sort of a whip out of her large bag. She showed it first to the two men. Both nodded smilingly then she held it right before my face. It wasn't a simple whip. The leather stripes were loops and at the top of every loops several knots were made into the stripes. My eyes widened with fear.
"Yes you do good when you fear that instrument. The salesman assured me that this whip is a most cruel one."
I trembled a little bit but the bondage held me very well in position. I saw Doreen taking position about two meters in front of me. "I want you to see what I'm doing."
In the meantime Bill repositioned the camera to one side so he would catch the whole action. Doreen went far back then with a nasty swish the whip hit me left side. The straps winded around and bit into my back. Instantly I screamed aloud. I tried to move away from that mean whip but the ropes prohibited the slightest movement. Doreen took time, watching the uprising red stripes then she hit me again with full force. She had chosen the same place like the first time and the pain was extreme. I shouted and cried at the same time. It seemed to be worse than the strapping at the club. And I could absolutely do nothing but taking it and suffer. She slowly started to work down on my left side. Every hit created new white pain transforming me into a crying and sobbing piece of meat. The beating was so hard that the skin was broken at several places and small drops of blood were running down on my side. Doreen took care that only my left half body was whipped. After twenty strokes she stopped. My left half burned and I was constantly sobbing.
"This looks very cute. I guess I will leave his right side just the way it is." Between the burning pain I heard her words and felt some sort of relief.
She came to me and her hand reached down to my genitals. "I will continue whipping you down there." New tears came.
"Oh no Mistress, please, pleeeeeaaaase." I begged her, tears of fear were running down my cheeks and it seemed that she was pleased with the results of her words.
"You will soon see that the right now it was just a warm up." She stepped back. I ignored the pain in my shoulders, tried to protect my genitals with my legs before the coming blows but in vain. The legs remained spread apart as far as possible, leaving everything between completely vulnerable and as an easy goal for the whip.
My body trembled like mad, trying to endure the new pain but then it was simply too much. I passed out.
I smelled something awful and opened my eyes. I moaned when I sensed my deeply hurting ass. "It's over." That was Barry. He had unfastened me from the horse and now he was pulling me on my feet. I staggered, then going down on my knees again. "Come up, boy!" he ordered and I tried my best to obey, finally managing to stand weakly.
He then brought me back into the room where Bill was waiting. He inspected my back and my ass. "Good work, I must admit." He said.
"Well, he is a nice piece of meat to work with." Barry replied. "I hope you will bring him with you more often."
"I think so."
Barry returned to his friends.
"I guess you had enough for the evening." Bill told me when he looked at my tormented backside again. I could only nod.
We left the club with his van, but Bill promised me that we would return soon for other sessions.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 9
Bill was very satisfied with the result of the club evening. The next few days he gave me the time to recover letting me perform only simple tasks and lessons of obedience. But before a week was over he told me that this evening he was waiting for some guests and that he wanted to let them play with me. My fears were confirmed when Bill led Carl and Doreen into the room where I had to wait in my tiny cage.
"Tonight, this is your meat." he explained to them. "I'll tape it so you have something for your home, too."
It was one thing, being used by several people but highly embarrassing being filmed. I had no clue who will see me in such situations. Naturally they didn't take any notice of my pleas. Bill simply pushed me into one room, I knew already quite well. It was the one with the many hooks. Now I could see that the older couple wasn't alone but they had brought a third person along with them. It was a young male, maybe my age. He always looked downwards.
Bill and Carl took a seat after Bill had arranged the camera. The young guy kneeled beside Carl and I saw a chain running from his neck into Carl's hand. This must be one of their slaves. He was completely clad in ordinary clothes. Now Doreen took to pieces of rope and attached one to every ankle. Then she spread my feet apart as far as possible. She uncuffed my hands but with my feet bound like this I could do very little against the woman. She bent my arms on my back in a way that my wrists were laid on my shoulder blades with the fingers pointing upwards. She knotted them tightly together and led the free end of the rope to a pulley over my head and then down to another hook.
"Normally I like my victims with the arms on the back pulled upwards and he head down but I have some nice ideas for this evening and I need free access to the genitals." she explained to the two men.
"Just go on." Bill commented.
She took the rope and pulled with all her strength. I screamed when my handswere pulled upwards into a very painful posture. The shoulders hurt immensely. I tried to step on my tip toes. This brought me a bit of release but it was very strenuous. When Doreen saw what I did she pulled at the rope again eliminating every relieving effect and forcing my to remain on the very tip of my toes when I wouldn't risk to dislocate my shoulder joints.
"Ah, that's how I liked. The victim must be held in a stress bondage. He must use all his strength to remain in the forced position. Do you feel your legs already trembling?"
She was right. Only a minute and I felt my leg muscles started hurting.
"I hope this won't disturb you much because you will remain in this position for the better part of the evening. I hope you will enjoy my treatment."
The first sweat drops appeared on my forehead when I tried to remain in my position. It was unthinkable that I could stay in that posture for more than a few minutes.
"Today I want to test a new toy." Doreen explained and took some sort of a whip out of her large bag. She showed it first to the two men. Both nodded smilingly then she held it right before my face. It wasn't a simple whip. The leather stripes were loops and at the top of every loops several knots were made into the stripes. My eyes widened with fear.
"Yes you do good when you fear that instrument. The salesman assured me that this whip is a most cruel one."
I trembled a little bit but the bondage held me very well in position. I saw Doreen taking position about two meters in front of me. "I want you to see what I'm doing."
In the meantime Bill repositioned the camera to one side so he would catch the whole action. Doreen went far back then with a nasty swish the whip hit me left side. The straps winded around and bit into my back. Instantly I screamed aloud. I tried to move away from that mean whip but the ropes prohibited the slightest movement. Doreen took time, watching the uprising red stripes then she hit me again with full force. She had chosen the same place like the first time and the pain was extreme. I shouted and cried at the same time. It seemed to be worse than the strapping at the club. And I could absolutely do nothing but taking it and suffer. She slowly started to work down on my left side. Every hit created new white pain transforming me into a crying and sobbing piece of meat. The beating was so hard that the skin was broken at several places and small drops of blood were running down on my side. Doreen took care that only my left half body was whipped. After twenty strokes she stopped. My left half burned and I was constantly sobbing.
"This looks very cute. I guess I will leave his right side just the way it is." Between the burning pain I heard her words and felt some sort of relief.
She came to me and her hand reached down to my genitals. "I will continue whipping you down there." New tears came.
"Oh no Mistress, please, pleeeeeaaaase." I begged her, tears of fear were running down my cheeks and it seemed that she was pleased with the results of her words.
"You will soon see that the right now it was just a warm up." She stepped back. I ignored the pain in my shoulders, tried to protect my genitals with my legs before the coming blows but in vain. The legs remained spread apart as far as possible, leaving everything between completely vulnerable and as an easy goal for the whip.
She bent her arm far back and then hit me from downside up, aiming with the tip of the loops at my balls. I howled, jerking around wildly, all of my body muscles forcing against the bonds. But I was only able to shiver a bit. No way to get a relief of the brutal pain in the balls. I screamed and howled for over a minute before the pain slowly reduced. She truly enjoyed the show. After I was able to see a bit clearer I noticed that she had one hand put under her skirt. When she saw me recovering a bit she beat me a second time. The knots hit mainly my mutilated penis. It felt as if it would be ripped apart. I shrieked again and again. Due to the intense pain I lost control over my bladder and urine was flowing down on my leg.
"Ok, now it gets serious." I heard her saying. She continued flogging me between my legs with cruel force. The world around me disappeared under endless waves of awful pain. My head tossed around uncontrollable. It was the only body part I could move and my cries were inhuman while Doreen continued the flogging. The dull but extreme pain ate through my lower body and very soon I got sick. My legs gave in and I was cruelly hanging at my wrists. I noticed somewhere that she had stopped the whipping but the incredible pain remained. My voice finally failed and I could only sob and whimper. I had no clue how long it took until I noticed the surrounding again. Doreen was standing in front of me with a big satisfied smile on her face.
"That was a neat beginning." she explained after she saw that I could catch her words again. "You must know, Bill is a very reckless educator. He is sometimes even soft, though I like the look of your genitals." She grabbed between my legs, taking the hurting stomp. "Can you still cum?" she asked with a truly interested expression. She slowly started stroking my penis and I moaned for pain. I looked down and saw the whole area between my legs covered with dark blue and red welts. The stump was swollen, two stripes across the short piece that was once a more than ordinary dick.
"You should know what happened to boys when they come to us." She made a sign with her hand and the young male jumped on his feet and came to Doreen. "Drop your clothes." she ordered. Immediately the young one took off all his clothes. When he was completely naked I stared at his body. He had nearly woman-like breasts with massive rings pierced through his big nipples. The breasts were covered with scars but obviously quite intact. My eyes went down along his body that was very well marked and remained at the point between his legs. There was nothing. I swallowed hard. No cock and no balls. Doreen saw my reaction and smiled.
"Yes, we had removed his genitals, he now lives only for our pleasure. And his tits are such a lovely thing to torture." She pinched hard into his left breast and he moaned deeply but didn't shrink back.
"On your knees." she commanded. He instantly obeyed. "I want you to suck that slave meat really good. I want to know if he is still able to come. And while you service him you'll slap his balls hard. If you think he get too close, squeeze his balls as hard as you can. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress."
The young man kneeled between my legs and took my mutilated penis into his mouth. His tongue tenderly touched my shaft and I moaned. For months I never experienced such feelings. I myself wasn't sure if I could still have an orgasm. Now it was some sort of balance act between pleasure and pain. The cock was still badly aching but the pain was soon replaced by arousing feelings. When I moaned a second time he started slapping my balls. The sudden pain put me back into reality.
"Yes, Mistress."
The young man kneeled between my legs and took my mutilated penis into his mouth. His tongue tenderly touched my shaft and I moaned. For months I never experienced such feelings. I myself wasn't sure if I could still have an orgasm. Now it was some sort of balance act between pleasure and pain. The cock was still badly aching but the pain was soon replaced by arousing feelings. When I moaned a second time he started slapping my balls. The sudden pain put me back into reality.
I hissed and wanted to pull me back from his hands but he simply took the metal tube that was enclosing my balls firmly into one hand and slapped another time against the balls. I shrieked.
The swollen balls were extremely sensitive after the flogging, the slightest touch created pain but he used definitely some force without stopping to lick. Beside the pain it was very embarrassing for me to get sucked by another man in front of an audience.
"You enjoy it, right?" Doreen smiled at me. "Don't hold back. I have to do some preparations."
I didn't follow her actions because I was captured between the pleasure of sucking and the cruel pain in my balls. He really knew how to service a male. I felt to my great surprise how my short stump started to swell. I nearly didn't believe it at all. Naturally he felt it to and after half a minute he stopped sucking, taking each ball between his fingers and pressed hard.
"You enjoy it, right?" Doreen smiled at me. "Don't hold back. I have to do some preparations."
I didn't follow her actions because I was captured between the pleasure of sucking and the cruel pain in my balls. He really knew how to service a male. I felt to my great surprise how my short stump started to swell. I nearly didn't believe it at all. Naturally he felt it to and after half a minute he stopped sucking, taking each ball between his fingers and pressed hard.
It felt as if my lower body was going to explode. I gasped for air, struggled wildly against my bonds and finally howled with pitched. In the same moment every attempt of an erection was destroyed. I was still squirming when he continued the sucking. Slowly I calmed down. Then I saw Doreen again, holding a small clamp in her hand. She bowed down at my left foot and attached the clamp between my two smallest toes. I hissed because of the hard grip of the clamp. She did the same thing at my other foot. Then she attached wires to the clamps.
"Ok, the rest is over. You have received more than enough pleasure for his evening. And it seems that your sex drive isn't completely removed right now. I think, Bill will take care of this." The older man nodded.
"Ok, the rest is over. You have received more than enough pleasure for his evening. And it seems that your sex drive isn't completely removed right now. I think, Bill will take care of this." The older man nodded.
"You know what this is?" she asked me holding a small box in front of my face.
"Yes." I said with a soft voice. "A stun gun."
"Are you ever being tortured with something like this?"
"No... no Mistress."
"Fine, then prepare yourself for something painful."
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"Yes." I said with a soft voice. "A stun gun."
"Are you ever being tortured with something like this?"
"No... no Mistress."
"Fine, then prepare yourself for something painful."
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