STAGES

BY IAGO

[ part 4 ]

[Kevin]
“Let’s get started.” We had untied Kyle’s legs and increased the slack of the wrist restraints to let him move his arms about a foot or so. He looked extremely small and vulnerable lying on the bed, completely naked with transparent membranes attached to his nipples and penis. His skinny ribs formed an arch over his flat stomach. They were moving up and down with each anxious breath. His little penis flopped against his balls, temporarily worn out from his last set of orgasms. Tears streamed from his eyes and his little fist gripped the ball switch for dear life. In short he looked incredibly sexy.

[Kyle]
I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared. I don’t want them to hurt me. Why do grown ups want to hurt me? I’m just a little kid. Please God, don’t let them hurt me! Ohhh . . .”

[Ryan]
“Remember to squeeze the ball really hard when you hear the buzzer, Kyle!”

[Kevin]
The Stimulator® started working on Kyle’s nipples, electronically kissing, stroking and tickling them. Kyle gasped. His eye blinked open and he raised his little head. The Stimulator® sent stronger pulses to his nipples now pressing against the disks.

[Kyle]
My nipples feel sooo gooood. I’m getting that funny feeling again in my tummy. OHH AAHH! Somthin’s tickling my balls. Oooh, my dick is getting hard again. I wanna touch my dick, I wanna touch my dick!

[Kevin]
Kyle’s penis had risen to it full seven centimeters and was flexing against the glove membrane. He was breathing harder now, his head thrown back, mouth open, eyes closed, arms and legs jerking slightly. “AHHOOOHH!” he cried, hips thrusting upward. The vibrator in his anus had just switched on.

[Kyle]
WHAT WAS THAT! My rear end feels like a big finger is tickling it. But how come it’s making my dick feel soo good. Ahhhh, ahhh, I hope this never stops!”

[Kevin]
Normally the Stimulator takes four or five minutes to arouse a boy who’s had as many recent orgasms as Kyle had; little kids are extremely horny but they do have their limits. Kyle was getting close to another orgasm in just under three. His small butt rose from the bed as he tried to fuck the glove. His chest and face were slick with sweat

[Kyle]
IT FEELS SOO GOOOD! IT FEELS SOO GOOOD! DON”T WANT TO STOP! DON’T WANTED TO STOPPP! AHHH AHH AHHHHH!

[Stimulator® ]
BUZZZZZZZ!

[Kevin]
We all jumped at the sound. Kyle probably would have lost the ball had we not taped it to his hand. “10, 9, 8, 7" Ryan counted slowly. As he reached four Kyle’s hand jerked frantically. A moment later he fell back on the bed, tears of frustration streaming down his little cheeks. Forty five seconds later the Stimulator® started up again. This time it brought Kyle to the point of orgasm in just under a minute. Ryan’s countdown got to 3 before Kyle’s small fist closed on the ball. His down time for the next session was only thirty seconds. He moaned and thrashed frantically for just another minute when the buzzer sounded again. Kyle was just two seconds away from a stinging electric shock when he managed remember to shut down the Stimulator®. This happened two more times. We had just reached the five minute mark when Kyle started weakening.

[Kyle] AW, I can’t take too much more of this. I NEED IT BAADD. TOO GOOOD TOOO GOOOD AHH! AHH AHHH AH! OH GOOOOD GOOOD OOOOHH

[Kevin] Kyle’s small body was slick with sweat. Every few seconds he would push himself up by his feet and hands, his hips gyrating wildly, then he would fall back on the bed. His eyes were open but they weren’t focusing on anything.

The warning buzz went off. The boy’s hand squeezed the ball switch half-heartedly, then fell open. “10, 9, 8 7, 6, 5" Ryan and I chanted softly. At zero he yelped from the two second burst of electricity shot through his nipples. The sudden pain stunned the little boy. He lay sobbing quietly then screamed as another, much stronger, shock passed through his penis. His hands spasmed finally closing down the Stimulator with barely a half second to go.

“He’s not going to make it.” Ryan observed. “Do they ever do?” I replied. Sure enough, precisely 5 minutes and 45 seconds after the test started Kyle lay gasping on the bed with the failure bell sounding in his ears. When we untied him his little hands shot right to his groin. We let him play with his penis while we selected our whips.

When we got back to the bed we found Kyle lying on his stomach, hands beneath him, humping his little heart out. We picked him by his hands and feet and carried him over to the swing set. We stood him up on the seat and yanked his arms over his head. We snapped plastic hand cuffs to his wrists and secured the free ends to the swing chains. I then unfastened the seat leaving Kyle swaying painfully from the bar. I nodded to Ryan who stepped behind the trembling boy. He swung his whip–a thin strip of tough rubber actually made from a toy snake–a few times in the air to get the proper feel. Taking a deep breath he drew it over his shoulder and snapped toward the naked six year old boy.

The lash caught Kyle across his right shoulder driving him forward. Before he had time to scream the whip cracked across his left shoulder. As Kyle drew breath to scream, Ryan whipped him a third time, this time hitting the center of his skinny back.. The fourth lash struck the shrieking boy on the back of his right rib, then the fifth struck the left side. “CRACK!” A sixth angry red welt crossed Kyle’s upper back.

“AYEIIEA!” “CRACK!” “AHYEEII!” “CRACK!” “AYIEEE!”

After whipping the small boy ten times across his back Ryan shifted to his buttocks. “CRACK!”

“CRACK!” “CRACK!” “CRACK!” “CRACK!” Each lash drove a demonic shriek from the naked child. When he completed this set of ten, Ryan then whipped Kyle ten more times from the top of his thighs to the bottom of his calves. It was now my turn.

My weapon was a short tawse with two thin straps at the end. It was specially designed for accuracy and to sting like hell with only moderate force behind him. I walked around to inspect Ryan’s handiwork. As usual he had done a superb job; Kyle was cris-crossed from shoulders to ankles with angry red welts, but there was almost no bleeding. I stood in front of him and felt his chest, gaging how hard I could whip him there. Kyle gave me a pleading look.

“Please don’t hurt me, Daddy, please don’t hurt me,” he sobbed. “I’ll be good, I promise! DON’T HURT MEEEE!” Bawling kids have always annoyed the shit out of me. My tawse smacked his left nipple good and hard. Kyle shrieked. Pleased by his reaction, I whipped his other nipple.

“AYIEEEEE!” “SMACK-CRACK!” The tawse lashed his left nipple again, then his right. I gave each nipple one more lash, then finished the chest whipping with four strikes across his lower rib cage. I continued my whipping with four lashes to Kyle’s muscular tummy, then I whipped him four times across his upper thighs. I dropped the tawse and picked up a small riding crop. I shoved it between the boy’s legs and lifted his balls on it, just to give Kyle a little warning where numbers 49 and 50 would land.

“NOOOOWW NOOOOOO AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” I stung his penis, then I put the crop between his legs and drove it hard into his balls. Kyle convulsed. He gave one tremendous scream then fainted from the pain.

We put him back on the bed and hooked him back up to the Stimulator. We set it on sooth to bring him around. Needless to say this took quite a while.

Kyle’s second effort lasted just a bit longer than the first test. He managed to stop himself from getting an orgasm 11 times in just around eight minutes, getting his nipples shocked five times and his penis twice before he just gave up

We secured him to the monkey bars, which was actually a specially designed rack. “Why don’t we stretch him a little.” Ryan suggested. It was a tempting notion. The rack had built in safety controls which allowed it to inflict extreme pain without doing damage to a kid. However, I had a better idea.

“Kyle,” I stroked his trembling cheek, “I know I told you that your second punishment was to get one hour of electric shocks, which will hurt you far worse than the whipping. But if you can keep quiet for the first five minutes we’ll end the punishment. Deal?”

Kyle didn’t say anything but a bit of hope glowed in his pretty blue eyes.

Ryan wheeled the electric shock machine over and began attaching the electrodes to the boy, He clipped two his toes and shoved a rod shaped one into his anus. Two flat ones went in each armpit and a third was tapped to his belly button. Custom made electrodes went on his genitals and nipples. The first was what I liked to call “the crown of thorns.” This was a small basket formed with five stiff wires. Ryan positioned it so that two of the wires touched his testicles and two touched both sides of his penis. The fifth wire ended in a tiny ring with a small needle like probe in its center. Ryan slipped the ring over the tip of Kyle’s penis which forced his piss slit open. Slowly and carefully Ryan pushed the needle probe into the shrieking child’s penis. Ignoring the boy’s pleas Ryan attached the final two electrodes to Kyle’s tiny nipples. These were also ring shaped with a row of tiny needles lining the inner rim. A screw type electrode, like a miniature vice was seated in the center. Ryan carefully placed the ring electrodes on Kyle’s nipples. The screw electrodes went on the nipples themselves while the needle points entered the tiny red brown areolas. Ryan slowly tightened the vise electrodes stopping only when tiny droplets of blood spurted from the boy’s nipples.

We waited for the boy to calm down a little then switched on the current. The machine had settings ranging from 1 to 100. For most little boys setting under 10 are actually pleasurable, so I decided start Kyle off with level 20. Kyle yelled once than clamped his jaw shut, his little body shaking from the current passing through it. I counted to five then shoved the dial up to 25. Kyle jerked up from the rack as if he had been kicked in the ass, chest and stomach muscles rigid as wood, arms and legs shaking in palsy. I twisted the dial to 30. Kyle made a series of short gasping cries, each one a little longer than the last. Forty.. Kyle’s screams were louder now, but he was clearly making an effort to control himself. Fifty. Fifty-five. I glanced at my watch. Kyle had barely a minute left when I shoved the intensity level up to 75. Did you really think I was going to let him off easy?

Kyle shrieked till his voice gave out. I kept on increasing the intensity of the shocks, wanting to torture him till he fainted. That happened at level 82. Ryan threw a bucket of cold water over him and I dialed the shocks back down to level 78. Kyle fainted three more times during this torture session; we simply added the time to his punishment.

Finally we put him back on the bed. “This is your last chance, Kyle. Fail this time and you will be crucified.” Exhausted and half out of his mind with pain and terror the little boy didn’t last a minute this time.

Because Kyle had been mock-crucified once before we wanted to make our crucifixion of him as painful as possible. We could do this without endangering life and limb thanks to advanced technology.

Kyle’s wrists and ankles were secured to the cross with thick rubber cuff lined with microwave radiators. These would heat the surface of the skin, just the top sixteenth of a inch or so, causing unbearable pain without actually destroying tissue. This was an adoption of crowd control device developed for the US Marine Corps and later modified for use by the Central Intelligence Agency. It was not quite as painful as having spikes driven into him, but it was lot less messy. Besides we didn’t want to break any bones.

We set the cross upright and watched Kyle writhe in agony for a few minutes just from the strain on his arms and chest. Then I turned on the microwaves.

“AYIEEEEE AHHHHIEEEE AIEEEEEEE. O GOD O GOODD AIEEEE!” After five minutes of this I turned off the microwave to give Kyle a short break before we applied our final torment. One of the incidental effects of traditional crucifixion was the victims exposure to insects. I’m not sure if the old Romans ever tried to enhance this aspect of their executions, but it was something the might well have done. If we were outside we might have just smeared Kyle with honey or some other insect attracting agent and let nature take its course. Here though we had something different. We took four spider shaped metal clamps and attached them to Kyle’s nipples, penis and scrotum. Each held a small syringe with four different doses of synthetic insect venom, bee, wasp, flea and mosquito. Once every thirty seconds one of them would inject this into Kyle. We turned the microwave projectors back and waited for the insect stings to take effect. We watched Kyle for a few minutes than went to have dinner.

When we returned the nude child hung limp against the cross. His nipple, scrotum and penis were badly swollen. He was having trouble breathing and his heartbeat was dangerously high. We took him down, medicated him and put him to bed.

When he woke the next morning he found himself sandwiched between us.

“Good morning Kyle,” I gently kissed his nipples. “Today Uncle Ryan and I are going to make you feel real good.” I thumbed his nipples, moved my head to his groin and started sucking on his penis. Behind us Ryan was darting his tongue in and out of the first grader’s sweet little ass. Kyle drove his tiny dick deep into my mouth yelling as an orgasm hit him. A minute later the boy tensed again and yelled, another orgasm. Then again in about 20 seconds, then it was almost a continuous stream of orgasms, the boy yelling, his cock jerking in my mouth,

Finally his little dick went limp. He threw his arms around me, crying “Daddy that felt so good, I love you Daddy! I love you!”

“And I love you too, Kyle, Would you like to make Daddy and Uncle Ryan feel nice too?”

“Yes, Daddy, what to you want me to do?”

I pointed to my tungsten hard rod and told him to get on top me. I pried open his little ass cheeks and lowered him down on my cock. He cried and grunted as my dick entered him I stroked his little nipples and penis to help take the edge off the discomfort, but before too long I was completely in and the little six year old was bouncing up and down on my cock. I fucked Kyle to five or six orgasms before I shot my load, then Ryan pulled him off and started fucking the child as though he had been celibate for ten years. At last we all fell asleep, I was awakened by his movement beside me. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he was already looking at me, and I smiled at him. “Daddy,” he asked blue eyes anxious, “Am I a good boy?” I kissed him. “Yes, Kyle, you are a very good boy.”