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The Inquisitor






This Story is Fiction. Any person, event, or location is strictly 
coincidental. This Story contains Extreme BDSM, CBT, male to male sex, male 
to boy sex, and Torture. Any person who is offended by any of the above 
should leave this site at once. This Story is about the life of the Chief 
Inquisitor of the Prophet.



The Beginning 4



When we arrived back at the Inquisition Center, a message was waiting that 
the State Police had called and said that although they had the name we had 
given him in their data base, they could not make an arrest because the 
suspect was a member of the Inner Circle.

Hot damn, a member of the Inner Circle. I wondered how far up in the Circle 
he was. Paul reading over my shoulder looked at me with a question in his 
eyes.

"What's the Inner Circle Master."

"That's the governing body of the Prophet."

"You mean the dealer is a government official?"

"That's what it looks like. Well we'll worry about that later. Now lets go 
see how our prisoner is getting along."

We took the elevator down to my interrogation level and walked through my 
office and out to the prisoner. He was apparently asleep, or at least he 
had his eyes closed. We went back into office and put on clean white smocks 
and went back out to him. Paul slide the two slides attached to his balls 
up to 500 volts and was rewarded with a hideous scream of anguish and pain 
from the prisoner.

"Ah, I see your awake. Will you tell me where you plan to meet this dealer 
friend of yours."

He shook his head no.

I reached over and turned the current up to 75 amps, the highest setting.

"You can now use the 1000 volt settings Paul. But be careful or we may fry 
off his cock or balls. But brief jolts of 1000 volts will cause a very 
extreme pain."

Paul started to move the slides up and down the scale on the electro 
torture machine. The Prisoner screamed and bucked on the table. His muscles 
straining at the bonds holding him to the table. I noticed he had a full 
erection and his cock was spewing great amount of slippery precum down onto 
his cock and balls. I told Paul to stop as the torture was becoming erotic 
to the prisoner even if it was painful.

"You can remover the clips and needles now Paul. Time to do something a 
little different."

As Paul was removing the clips, needles and probes, I was attaching a small 
vise to edge of the table close to the prisoners right hand. After Paul had 
finished and moved the electro machine away he came over close to see what 
I was doing. I took the prisoners right thumb and clamped it in the vise. 
Tightening it until his thumb was totally immobile, but bent with the thumb 
sticking up.

"Hand me that small white box on the shelf there Paul."

I pulled a very thin needle from the box.

"These are acupuncture needles. They are bamboo, and very sharp. Can you 
guess what I'm going to do with it Paul."

"Well I'm not sure Master, but I guess your going to put it into his 
 thumb."

"Partly right Paul, but not in his thumb but under his thumb nail and into 
his knuckle. Or at least with bamboo it wouldn't go into his knuckle but 
will touch the knuckle bone."

The Prisoner was looking at his hand held tight and saying behind the gag 
no, no, no. I lined up the needle with his thumb nail and applied a little 
pressure. It slid in under his thumb nail and that brought a new round of 
screaming from the prisoner. The quick under your nail is very sensitive as 
all the nerve endings coming down your arm end in the tips of your fingers.

"TALK TO ME NOW!!!" I yelled at the prisoner.

He nodded his head and Paul removed his gag.

"He, he said to call his cell."

"The number?"

It's 516 240 1239."

"Good. Now that wasn't hard. Why didn't you tell me sooner and saved 
yourself all this pain?"

"He said he could have me killed at a snap of his fingers and also told me 
if I was arrested he could get me released. I thought if I could hold out I 
would be returned to State control and he would have me released."

"Well sorry to pour water on your plans, but I plan to continue. You are 
now a good training session for my apprentice. In fact I may torture you 
until you die. But believe me you will wish that the State Police had just 
hung you."

"NO, no please I have told you everything I know. Don't do anything else. I 
don't know anything else."

"Sure you do. You can tell me how you came to circumcised, considering it 
has been illegal for over 25 tears. You can tell me if you have any 
relatives that I might be interested in. All kinds of questions come to 
mind. But it doesn't really matter because I am going to continue no matter 
what you say."

I pushed the ball gag back into his mouth, more to prevent him from biting 
off his tongue than to prevent his screaming. I then pushed the needle 
farther under his nail, explaining to Paul that if you move it back and 
forth and up and down it enhances and increases the pain. The prisoner was 
screaming continuously now as I played with the needle.

"How do like this simple torture Paul."

"It's great Master, I didn't know something so simple could cause so much 
pain."

I pulled the needle from under the prisoners nail. I told Paul to bring the 
brazier closer. The brazier had been on all day yesterday and all night, 
The needles and branding irons were white hot.

Grab those two big clamps and attach them to his teats. Paul did as I told 
him and then I attached the clamps to two cables above the table and then 
winched them up tight. The bruised nipples were pulled away from the 
prisoners body and were bleeding from there previous abuse.

I told Paul to attach a cable to his balls and another to the top of his 
cock. After the cables were in place I pushed two switches on the table 
edge and both cock and balls were stretched taut. With his teats, cock and 
balls now pulled tight away from his body, I turned to Paul.

"Where would you start Paul."

"I think his teats Master, although I might put a hot needle through his 
nose or ear lobes to start. I'm not sure Master."

"Well your right on all counts, the inside of the nose is very sensitive, 
although the ear lobes only have a few nerve endings, using a hot needle 
burns through, rather than just piercing. Pierced ears were all the rage 
some years ago. So we'll start with the nose. I think that a hole on each 
side would enhance his face, and we can then insert a ring in each and have 
something else to attach more cables to."

"That's diabolical Master, I love it."

"Ok Paul I'll hold his head and you burn two holes, one on each side of his 
nasal bone."

I moved around to the head of the table and grabbed the prisoner's head, 
immobilizing it.

Paul grabbed one of the white hot needles and came up close to the 
prisoners head. He carefully aimed the needle at the prisoners right 
nostril entrance and pushed it against the inner skin. The prisoner tried 
to shy away from the hot needle, but with me holding his head he couldn't 
move. Paul pushed the needle through and was rewarded with a another scream 
of pain from the prisoner. He worked the needle in small circles enlarging 
the hole and then pulled it out. There was no blood as the needle had 
cauterized the wound. Paul saw that the needle had turned a dull red, so he 
put it back into the brazier and selected another. He then put another hole 
in the prisoners other nostril opening. After both holes were in place I 
told him to select a couple of rings to insert. After he had inserted both 
rings I stepped away from the prisoners head.

"Very good Paul, those two rings are in the exactly the right place. Now 
where would you put the next ones Paul."

"Well I think his teats Master, or more precisely below his teats into the 
stretched skin."

"Ordinarily I would agree, but I have something else in mind for his teats 
so we'll play with his cock and balls."

I removed the ball gag from the prisoner and asked his why he had been 
circumcised.

"It was in prison, as a right to join a prison gang. Please don't hurt me 
any more. Ask me anything and I will tell you.

"Tell me more about the man who sold you the drugs. His age, height , 
weight, facial features or anything else."

"I don't know, please!"

"Fine!"

I pushed the ball gag back into his mouth.

"Well Paul where should we start?"

"Master, I would really like to suck the prisoner off, before we torture 
him to point where he can't get off. I'm sorry Master but his cock really 
turns me on."

"That's ok Paul, if you really want him, I'll let you, after all when you 
are on your own, torturing someone, it will be your choose."

I hit the switches and released his cock and balls. Removing the cables 
holding them.

"There you go Paul, have at him."

I could see Paul was really turned on as the tent in his smock was pushing 
out. As Paul started to massage the prisoners cock and balls I reached down 
and started to massage Paul's cock. He moaned at my caresses. The prisoners 
cock responded to Paul's manipulations and soon was fully erect. As Paul 
started to suck on that huge cock I dropped down and pulled Paul's cock 
from his pants. I ran my tongue up and down it and then sucked it deep into 
my mouth and throat. As Paul sucked on the prisoner, I sucked on him. The 
Prisoner was moaning at the sensations of Paul's sucking and massaging of 
his balls. Soon, too soon Paul ejaculated his load into my mouth, but even 
after he came he stayed hard and I continued to suck on his young cock. I 
heard the prisoner saying no, no, as he started to cumm in Paul's mouth. 
Paul swallowed all of the prisoners cum and then stood back. I still had 
Paul's cock buried deep in my throat and quickly was rewarded as Paul came 
again.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Master!!!!!!!"

"Oh my Master, I love you for doing me as I did him and I love you for 
letting me suck him off. I can never repay all that you have done for me. I 
only hope that we can work together for a long time and I can enjoy your 
cock as much as you enjoy mine."

"Never fear Paul, I love you. I not only love your cock, I love you as a 
person, besides as a Inquisitor you are going to be formidable. Anyone who 
loves his work like you will go far in the Prophets administration.

"Now the prisoner has had his release, can you think of an area of his body 
we should now pay particular attention to."

"Oh yes my Master. Now we can play with his cock and balls and I think I 
would like to put one of those branding irons into his ass."

I pushed a switch on the table edge and the prisoners legs were lifted into 
the air exposing his anal entrance.

"Go ahead Paul pick a brand you want to use."

Paul picked up a round branding iron, it had the insignia of the Inquisitor 
Corp on it. As he brought it down close to the Prisoners ass, I Heard the 
prisoner screaming he would tell me something. I removed his gag.

"SPEAK!"

"The man who sold me the drugs lives in Georgetown. He drives a Rolls 
Royce. I don't know the address, but if you stop I will tell you all I know 
about him."

"If I continue you will tell me all that you know anyway. And besides I 
already told you that I am training someone so I will be continuing weather 
you talk or not. I have enough information now on your supplier to have him 
here on this table and believe me I will have him on this table."

I picked up a bar gag and forced it into his mouth. This way he could 
scream his lungs out but couldn't bite off his tongue. I told Paul to 
reattach the cables to his balls and cock. After they had been reattached 
and stretched out I told Paul he could continue with the branding iron. 
With the Prisoner's cock and legs pulled straight up and his balls 
stretched down the table, all his most sensitive body parts were ready for 
assault.

"Master can you adjust the cable holding his balls, it is blocking the way 
to his anal opening."

I moved a control on the table edge and his balls rose until they were at a 
45 degree angle to the table.

"Better Paul."

"Yes Master."

As Paul brought the white hot branding iron close to the ravaged but 
puckered entrance to his anal cavity, the prisoner started screaming and 
bucking on the table. But with his thighs strapped snug to the table he was 
unable to move away from the intense heat of the branding iron. As it 
touched his ass his screams became more frantic and hideous as the brand 
slowly burned it's way into his ass. The smell of burning flesh permeated 
the air in the room. Paul continued to push the branding iron in until it 
entered the prisoners anal cavity. With a final screech of pure agony the 
prisoner passed out. Paul pulled out the iron and set back in the brazier.

"Do we wake him master?"

"No I think that's enough for today. But I want to hook up an intravenous 
feed tube before we go home. That will give him some strength back for 
tomorrow."

I hooked up the feeding tube. Paul and I left the center.

The following morning before heading to my office and the chamber beyond, I 
stopped at the Chief Proctors office and told him I wanted two guards sent 
to the chamber to assist me. I also said I wanted him in my office in half 
an hour.

"Yes Chief Inquisitor, I am always at your service."

When we reached my office, two burly guards were waiting for us.

"Come and give us a hand. I want to strap the prisoner to one of the cross 
frames."

As we entered the chamber we were confronted by the smell of urine and 
shit, as the prisoner unable to hold his bladder or rectal muscles anymore 
had defecated onto the table. We unstrapped him and carried and dragged him 
to a cross frame and strapped him in place.

"Damn it sticks in here. Paul move the prisoner into the next chamber."

I told the guards to get someone down here to clean and sanitize the room.

"Yes Sir!

After they left I went into the chamber Paul had moved the prisoner.

"Paul you can play with him for the next hour or so as I have to talk to 
the Chief Proctor and then the Prophet.

"Yes Master, thank you Master."

I went back to my office and waited for the Chief Proctor. As I heard no 
screams from the chamber I figured Paul was again trying to get the 
prisoner off. The Chief Proctor arrived exactly at the time I had 
requested. After he had sat down I explained the problem I had.

"The name of the prisoners supplier is Samuel Edwards, Second Assistant 
Secretary to the Secretary for Foreign Affairs."

"Master Inquisitor, he is a member of the Inner Circle and nephew of the 
Prophet. He has total immunity from all Criminal Laws."

"Even drug smuggling and dealing."

"That I'm not sure of, but in any case you would even need the Prophets 
permission for any one to investigate."

I picked up the phone and dialed the White House.

"The Prophet please, it is the Master Inquisitor."

"One Moment Sir."

It was quite a bit more than a moment, more like fifteen minutes.

"Yes Master Inquisitor."

"My Prophet, May God watch over you, I need to speak with you in person on 
a very urgent matter."

"Be in my office in 30 minutes, and bring your new apprentice I wish to 
meet him."

"Yes my Prophet."

The line went dead and I looked up at the Master Proctor.

"I have an appointment in 30 minutes."

"I'll have a car outside in 5 minutes Master Inquisitor."

"Thank You."

I headed into chamber C to grab Paul and found him just finishing sucking 
off the prisoner.

"Come on Paul, leave your smock here, we have appointment with the Prophet 
in 30 minutes and he does not like to be kept waiting."

Paul took off his smock and dropped it as we entered the elevator and hit 
the street level button. Upon arriving at street level walked out and 
climbed into a waiting limo and were whisked away to the White House. When 
we arrived we ushered into the Oval office. As the Prophet came around the 
desk I went to one knee and kissed his out stretched hand.

"This is your new apprentice. He is very young. Are you sure he is suitable 
Master Inquisitor."

"Yes My Prophet. He is very adept and enjoys the work."

"You are a very lucky young man. You are an apprentice to the best 
Inquisitor I have ever had the chance to meet. You should do well. Bless 
you my son you are doing God's work."

"Thank you my Prophet, May God Always be at Your Side."

"Now what is your problem Master Inquisitor."

"Sir! With respect, It has come to my attention that Samuel Edwards, your 
nephew is smuggling drugs into the country and selling them to pushers in 
the DC area and maybe beyond. At the present price for a gram of cocaine at 
$1000.00, he is making a small fortune Sir. And I can't touch him."

"Are you very, very sure of your information Master Inquisitor?"

"Yes my Prophet, I have had a special from State for over three days and he 
has suffered some of the worst treatments that could be put to a body. I am 
sure of his testimony. I even have Samuel Edwards cell phone number, his 
address in George Town and the license and color of his Rolls Royce."

"Rolls Royce! He drives a Rolls Royce?"

It wasn't exactly true that I knew the license and color of his Rolls, but 
it definitely got a response I wanted from the Prophet.

"What exactly do you want Master Inquisitor?"

I want him and his family arrested and remanded to the Inquisition Center. 
I want his wife chemically interrogated. I will handle the interrogation of 
the rest. If he confesses I want him publicly executed."

"Granted Master Inquisitor. However he must be able to walk and his face 
must not be touched. Do you also want to choose his method of Execution?"

"No My Prophet, that you must choose as he is a member of the Inner 
 Circle."

"How will the arrests be done?"

"Quietly, by the proctors."

"Good."

We returned to the Inquisition Center and I ordered the Chief Proctor to 
arrest on my authority Samuel Edwards, his Wife and three children, Parren 
14, Gary 16, and Wanda 17. Samuel was to brought to the Center along with 
his children. His wife was to turned over to the clinic for chemical 
interrogation. When he and his brats were in the center they were to 
cleansed and brought to interrogation room C.

"By your Command Master Inquisitor."

Paul and I went into room C to amuse ourselves with the prisoner. I told 
Paul to bring in the brazier from room A and set it up close to the 
prisoner. After Paul had brought in the brazier, I asked him to see if he 
could get an erection on the prisoners cock.

"Oh yes Master."

"Don't get any ideas Paul."

As Paul worked the prisoners cock and balls I picked up a special 
adjustable cock ring and waited till the prisoner was fully erect. I then 
walked over and slipped the cock ring around the base of his cock and 
tightened it until it had squeezed the base of his cock down to about ½ 
inch. With the ring on he would remain perpetually hard. But because the 
ring had not been tightened all the way he still had some circulation in 
his cock so no gangrene or other problems would arise. However he could no 
longer urinate or ejaculate. I then told Paul to put a ball restraint on 
the prisoners ball sack and attach a 2 lb weight to the restraint. Later 
after his sack had stretched, we add more weight.

"Well what do think now Paul?"

"Interesting Master, but he is not in much pain."

"That comes later, after the new prisoners arrive."

We left the room and went and ordered lunch. While we were eating our new 
prisoners arrived. Held between several Proctors were Sam Edwards, his two 
sons and daughter. All were nude and all had been cleansed.

"Put Parren on the table, put the rest on cross bars, in Room C.

"You mean we get to interrogate all of them Master?"

"No not quite. We really won't have to interrogate Samuel Edwards. He'll 
talk when we start on his kids."

"Who are we going to start with Master?"

"You are going to start with Parren the 14 year old."

"Me Master, I get to work on the fourteen old all by myself?"

"Yes Paul, just you. I think your ready to try an interrogation. But 
remember I only want Samuel Edwards to talk. May I make a few 
 suggestions.?"

"OH Yes Master!"

"Well I think I would start with the anal penetrater. But don't expand it 
beyond 3 inches. "Then as an aside you could sometime later force his older 
brother to fuck his younger brother. Or you could use any other method you 
wish. But I don't want much to happen until after I have all the 
information from the Father. With the girl there are several variations we 
can use later."

"Thank you Master."

We put on clean smocks with the Inquisitor Emblem Stitched onto the breast. 
It depicted a cross superimposed with a rack and a man been branded. We 
entered room C and Samuel Edwards screamed out.

"How Dare You? I am a member of the Inner Circle to the Prophet. You can't 
touch me."

"I don't plan on touching you at all. In fact I have explicit orders from 
the Prophet not to touch you. How ever his orders did not mention your 
family."

"What do you want. What do you fucking want?"

"The name of your supplier of cocaine and all the names of people you have 
sold to, to push the drug on the street."

"I don't know what your talking about."

"Mr. Secretary Edwards, you live in a 650,000 dollar home, you drive a 
125,000 dollar vehicle, you wear 3000 dollar suits, your children all have 
30-50 thousand dollar vehicles.

Where did all this money come from?"

"Investments, I made some good investments."

"So it seems, investments in the importation and sale of illegal drugs."

"NO, NO, no!"

I walk over to the Prisoner, his eyes are closed. I slap his face across 
the two rings in his nose. He screams out In pain at my slap.

"Do you recognize the man on the X frame?"

"Yes Sir." he sobs.

"He sold me the drugs." And he continues to cry, knowing that his one hope 
of salvation from me has just been dashed.

"Well Mr. Secretary."

"He's lying. I've never seen him before."

"Mr. Secretary, after three days on one of my tables, nobody ever lies to 
me. He named you as his supplier. I want your supplier or else my assistant 
will start on your youngest son. Once he starts, he won't stop until he is 
either dead or you have confessed all. It is now your time to choose."

Sweat had broke out all over the naked body of Edwards. He was definitely 
in a quandary. I knew what was going over in his mind. Which was worse, his 
death at the hands of his suppliers or the torture and death of his 
children. Which would he choose.

"I honestly Sir don't know what your talking about. Please let my kids go. 
What ever I may have inadvertently done, my kids aren't to blame."

"You May begin Paul."

"Thank you Master."

Paul adjusted the table and the young boys legs were hoisted into a 
vertical position exposing his tight rosebud of his anal opening. Paul 
donning a pair of latex gloves lubricates the anal probe and then gently 
pushes against the entrance of the kids asshole.

As the probe touches the 14 year olds rosebud he starts screaming.

"Dad, Dad, father, don't let them do this. Please dad, oh please dad."

I look over at Edwards and he has his eyes tightly closed.

"PAUL! Give me a hand"

I reach over into one of the drawers in shelf of the Inquisition tools and 
pull out two eye restraints. With Paul's help we force Edwards eyes open 
and then attach them. These restraints prevent him from closing his eyes. 
AS much as he tries the restraints attached to his upper and lower eyelids 
prevent him from closing his eyes. Left on they will cause very severe eye 
irritation and damage. Not that I care.

"Continue Paul."

Paul slowly pushes the anal penetrater into the ass of Parren. As it enters 
Parren lets out a piercing scream of pain at the intrusion. Paul slowly 
works it in and out of Parren's ass and then expands it to two inches. At 
the expansion Parren screams even louder. I turn to the Secretary.

"I will have Paul expand that penetrater to 6 inches unless you are willing 
to talk."

I look over at Parren's brother Gary and am surprised to see he has a very 
erect cock. He might be a closet fag. Well this is going to be interesting. 
I touch Paul on the shoulder as he is working the probe in Parren's ass, 
and point out Gary. He looks at me and smiles.

"Anything to say Edwards?"

When I don't receive an answer, I presume the Secretary is more interested 
in his own life than that of his children. For that he will suffer.

Paul removes the probe from the young boys ass. Then he walks over and 
pushes the x frame Gary is attached to over to the end of the table Parren 
is strapped to. Pulling pins and bending the X frame, now Gary's cock is 
sticking out about 12 inches above the table. Paul turns a dial on the 
table sliding Parren down until he is inline with Gary's cock even though 
it is 12 inches above Parren's anal opening. Cranking down the X frame Paul 
lines Gary's cock up with Parren's Ass. Paul looks at me with a question in 
his eyes.

"What Paul."

"Well Master, I can line them up. But how do I make him fuck his brother?"

"Well he might want to do it willingly. But before we start put an 
adjustable cock ring on Gary and tighten it so he can't get off. Also put a 
restraint on his ball sack and put a 2 lb weight on them. Then when your 
ready, hit this switch here. It will push the table down onto his cock and 
if the aim is right will force Gary's cock into Parren's ass. Then turn it 
to auto and the table with move back and forth at an increasing speed. You 
can adjust the speed and the force with this dial here. Gary can now be 
forced to fuck his brother for as long as you want. He can't get off with 
the cock ring in place, but his erection will stay for as long as you want. 
After an hour or so it will become very painful for Gary. Then maybe we 
should trade him off and let the Prisoner fuck him for a while. With that 
14 inch cock he should really ream the boy good."

I turned to the Secretary.

"You see what I can do to your sons. Wait till I get your daughter on the 
table. Maybe I'll impregnate her with that breed semen. Want a ¼ breed to 
remember you. Speak to me and it will all end. I promise, On My Word, as 
Chief Inquisitor to the Prophet, May God watch over HIM."

"No, No, No, this not happening. I am a member of the Inner Circle. I have 
IMMUNITY."

"Well you do. Except for drugs. The Prophet is really down on drugs."

"Continue Paul."

Paul turned the dial I had told him and the table moved down and as Gary's 
cock came in contact with Parren's ass it simply slide inside all the way 
to Gary's limit. He had about a six inch hard cock. Paul his the auto 
switch and the table moved back and forth forcing Gary's cock in and out of 
Parren's ass. Paul adjusted it so the table moved faster and quicker 
driving Gary's cock deep into Parren. Parren was screaming and crying at 
this brutal incursion into his anal opening. I turned and looked at the 
Secretary. He had a blank look on his face.

"Paul bring the Brazier over here."

"Yes Master." He wheeled the brazier over to me.

I slide the brazier over and under the crotch of the Secretary. It was 
about 2 feet below his cock and balls. It had an immediate effect.

"You can't do this, I have immunity."

"Well you have some immunity, the Prophet told me I could not touch your 
face and that you had to able to walk. I presume that he wanted everyone to 
see the face that had broken the his most Prime Directive. And I presume he 
wanted you to be able to walk to your execution."

I ignored him as I brought the Brazier to 1 foot below his cock and balls.

"Ever had roasted prairie oysters Paul."

"No Master, what are they?"

"You'll see Paul as I'm going to roast the Secretaries balls. Want to try 
them after?"

"I don't think so Master. Do you know what they taste like?"

"No but there is a first time for everything."

As the heat started to effect his cock and balls the secretary started to 
scream. Very similar to the screams coming from Parren as his brother's 
cock was forced harder and harder into his anal canal.

"What do think Paul, should we let the Prisoner fuck Parren and then later 
he can fuck Gary as well and maybe even Wanda."

"I want to fuck Gary first Master."

"That's ok Paul, you can do as you please with all of these criminals. But 
only I can work on the Secretary.

"Oh Master, you have made me the most happy person in the world."

I looked down and saw that Paul was fully erect. I reached down and 
squeezed his erect cock.

"Yes Master, I need it now."

"Come." I pulled Paul into room A and dropped down and pulled out his hard 
cock. As I ran tongue over his head I tasted his precum and he reached down 
and forced me into his mouth and throat. He came as soon as his cock hit 
bottom in my throat and I swallowed all that he could give me. As I pulled 
out and stood he dropped down on me pulled my very hard cock from my pants. 
As he started to suck me, I pushed him off and told him to undress and lay 
down on the table.

"Master! Have I done something to offend you?"

"No! No, Paul but do as I say."

Paul undressed until he was nude and laid down on the interrogation table. 
I attached a strap over his stomach. I attached two straps to his legs. I 
hit the switch and his legs were lifted into a vertical position. I then 
moved him down until he was even with the end of the table. I walked over 
to the end of the table and massaged his balls and cock. As he came erect, 
I slid down my pant and brought my cock up close to his anal opening.

"Yes Master, oh please Master, fuck me Master. I have Dreamed of this 
moment Master.



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