The sun slowly faded into the west, sweeping darkness into the main room. Josh had been sitting in the corner waiting for his master to return for three hours now. He was starving and thirsty. He now felt pressure building in his bladder as the fresh urine rested atop the gel occupying 95% of the bladder. It wasn’t a feeling of needing to pee, but a feeling that his bladder was going to blow if he didn’t pee soon. He got up and went to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Yanking as hard as de dared, he slowly wiggled the tube poking from the tip of his cock. It was useless. He wondered if his master put glue on the outside of the tube. Why would he do that? After ten minutes of fruitless efforts, he gave up and walked back to the kitchen. Every drawer and cabinet was locked. He pulled on the handles as hard as he could and broke one off, but the door remained closed and locked. Damn!
Josh was furious now. He was already fucked, by the very fact that he was no longer hanging by his tits and nuts. He would be severely punished for that, maybe even killed. So, he figured that it wouldn’t matter if he had a little fun. What’s the worse that could happen? Death? He was looking forward to death! He returned to the main room and grabbed the bat and went back to the kitchen. With two hard swings, the cabinet door caved in. He pulled back the fragments of wood and found pots and pans. The next cabinet revealed several bags of dog chow. No! The rest of the cabinets on the lower level contained nothing. He climbed up onto the countertop and crawled over to the first cabinet. Balancing himself carefully, he bashed the door until he gained access to the inside. Plates! NO! After bashing every cabinet, there was no food. DAMN!
He jumped down and scoped out the fridge. A single padlock secured the door. It took ten minutes of bashing and slamming the bat before the bracket finally gave. He dropped the bat and pulled the door open to reveal bottles of beer and wrapped deli sandwiches. His eyes bugled at the sight as his hands greedily grabbed two sandwiches and a bottle of Coors. He carried his bounty back to his post by the window and ran back and got the bat. The food was marvelous. He ate the two roast beef sandwiches in five minutes and guzzled the cold beer. He contemplated whether to eat more, but passed since his belly ached from the sudden influx of nutrients. The beer gave him a serious buzz and his head began to spin. Shit! He felt sleepy, but he had to stay awake! His master would be coming home any minute. Ten minutes later, his exhaustion caught up to him and he collapsed against the wall, sending him into a dreamless sleep.
*****
The warm sun woke Josh up around six in the morning. It took a moment to remember where he was, still sitting next to the window. His bladder burned and ached as the urine was pushing against the gel and the thin walls. He yanked at the tube and was able to pull it out some. After five minutes of excruciating tugging and pulling, the tube popped out. Instantly, urine flowed out the tip and over his legs. He didn’t know what to do, so he just finished his business. Once the pressure was relieved from his bladder, it still felt funny, like something was still in there. He got up and surveyed the house again, checking every window and door. Still the same.
Wait a minute! Josh grabbed the bat and opened up the drapes to the living room window. He slid the bat sideways between the wall and the bar. Leverage! He pulled the bat as hard as he could; emitting a creaking sound, indicating that he was making progress. Several pulls later, a side bolt broke loose. He moved the bat up higher and repeated the same process. Then he moved to the bottom. After ten minutes, all of the bottom and side bolts had snapped. He was able to swing the bars back and forth until the entire 4 x 8 foot iron mass broke free from the top bolts and fell to the floor. The top of the frame cracked the window but did not break it. Josh pulled the iron bars to the side and stood back about four feet from the window. He heaved the bat sideways and closed his eyes as the glass shattered. The bat bounced off the outside bars and landed on the floor.
Shit! He was still barefooted and for some reason, he totally forgot! The entire area below the window was covered with shards and pieces of glass. He ran back to the kitchen and grabbed two baking pans that were two inches deep. Standing at the edge of the glass-strewn battleground, he set the pans down and stepped in. He carefully pushed the pans with his toes over the debris, almost capsizing twice. He finally made it to the window and picked up the bat. Very little glass fell on the outside, which was a relief. Using the bat, he cleared the windowsill and positioned the bat to pry the outside bars. Twenty minutes of prying and the bottom and side bolts were broken. Progress. The final step took less than five minutes. His face erupted with a large smile as the bars fell to the ground.
Fuck! He was still naked! Another oversight. Nothing he could do. He straddled his leg over the sill and felt around for the ground. It was a foot lower than the living room and he had to lean his body over to reach it. Swinging his other leg over, both feet were touching freedom! A small house stood to his left and a large house to the right. He headed to the house and found a gravel road. The ground was relatively flat and he had little discomfort until the gravel. There was no other way around the gravel since there were ditches on either side. He gritted his teeth and walked slowly down the half-mile drive. He saw the gate as he rounded the last bend. It was high, and so were the fences that stretched as far as he could see. Crap!
Standing a foot from the gate, he started to cry. All of his work had culminated to this. A high gate and fence with razor wire on the top. He’d seen enough movies to know what razor wire could do to clothes, let alone bare skin. Shit! The gate had a waffle design with 3-inch x 3-inch squares. No way through them. He would have to climb the fence. He walked over and grabbed the wire fence with both hands. His body convulsed as the voltage zapped his body. It took a moment, but he was finally able to let go. FUCK! The fence was electrified! That asshole!
He went back to the gate and took a closer look. The square holes only went up half way, and then the top half was solid iron. There was no way out. Even if he could climb to the top, he’d still have to deal with the razor wire.
It was over. He knew it. When his master came home, he would see the mess he made and would punish him until hell froze over. His feet hurt too much to go back to the house, so he sat down cried.
*****
Kevin drove as fast as he could, running the risk of getting a speeding ticket. He finally pulled onto the final road to his house and pulled over, less than a quarter mile from his home. He set up his laptop and dialed into his security system. Flashing red icons filled the entire screen. FUCK! The kid made it out of the house! He pulled up the living room cam and found the boy’s escape route. This kid was one dead mother-fucker. He sped back onto the road and pulled up to his gate. He opened it and drove in slowly, checking the fence lines for the kid. Less than twenty feet to the right, the boy was lying on his back. He pulled his vehicle in and closed the gate. The boy still laid there, obviously not aware that he was home, or he just didn’t care.
Kevin hopped out and opened the rear hatch. He grabbed two ropes and his liquid stun gun. Marching over to the boy, he yelled. “Boy! Get your god-damned ass up!”
FUCK! He must’ve fallen asleep! Josh swung his head around and was momentarily knocked out as 10,000 volts of electricity blasted at his chest. His body convulsed and twitched as his nerve impulses responded to the jolt. Seconds later, he opened his eyes and felt his hands being tied behind him. FUCK! Kevin dragged the boy to the SUV and tossed him in the back. He pulled up in front of the guesthouse and gaped at the window.
“You little mother-fucker! I’m gonna beat your ass till kingdom comes! You hear me!” Kevin hopped out and unlocked the door to the house. He could not believe the condition of his house. The kitchen was torn apart. Glass covered most of the living room. The kid should die for his behavior, but he would spare his life, but not by much.
He went back out to SUV and carried the boy in. He tossed him onto the glass-strewn floor, not caring that glass cut into the boy’s back and butt checks. He moved some of the benches and equipment into the corner and went down to the basement. He came back with two 10-foot 2x4’s and made 9 more trips retrieving the same items. Josh tried to move but stopped, realizing that the glass was cutting deeper into his skin.
Once the lumber was in piled up, he took his time as he measured and cut the pieces and raised them to the ceiling. He built a 10-foot wide frame with an inner frame that could be flipped completely around. He admired his work and continued, drilling several holes along the sides, bottom and top of the inner frame. It took one hour to complete his rotating bondage frame. Perfect, he smiled as he approached the boy.
He wrapped each ankle six times with nylon rope, double knotting each wrap. There was no slack between the skin and the ropes. His wrists were tied in the same manner. He inserted a ball-gag and tied it four times behind his head. He dug around his chest of goodies and found a blindfold, which he tied securely. He inserted silicone earplugs and taped his ears closed. He took the leg ropes and fed them through the holes at the top, nine and a half feet off the ground. He pulled each rope until the boy’s body dragged across the glass and into position in the center of the frame. Several cuts bleed on his back, legs and butt cheeks. The leg ropes were pulled until Josh’s head was 3 feet off the floor. He then tied them tightly. Kevin fed the arm ropes through the bottom holes of the frame and pulled them tight. When he was finished, he pushed the boy’s chest and readjusted the ropes until his chest did not move when pushed. The boy was tied spread-eagled, upside down. He could have strung the boy upright and then flipped him, but it was far more painful to do it the hard way.
Josh lifted his head up to relieve the blood rushing to his brain. He could hear nothing with his ears plugged. The punishments would be severe, that much he knew. He could feel several streams of blood dripping down his back and one on his leg. His stomach felt like something heavy had shifted. God, why do you keep punishing me! He cried in his mind, screaming for mercy.
Kevin returned to his house and spent two hours gathering up tools, and other goodies he could use to torment his disobedient slave. When he returned, he had a large duffle bag with enough things to torture ten boys. He set up a portable dual electric burner and placed two pots on, turning the heat on all the way.
Kevin decided to start off with an enema, but not just any enema. He pushed a ½ inch diameter hose into Josh’s anus, feeding it in about 6 inches. He connected the hose to the bottom of a five-gallon bucket. He pulled out an eight-foot ladder and set the bucket on the top rung. He then went down to the basement and brought back several bottles and containers. He poured in a quart of Black Velvet followed by a quart of white latex paint. Due to the open bucket, the mixture flowed into Josh’s ass quickly. Once he could see the bottom of the bucket, he added a quart of turpentine followed by a quart of boiling castor oil. Kevin smiled as Josh’s body convulsed and jerked as the hot oil finally entered his cavity. The alcohol absorbed into the bloodstream as did the other chemicals causing Josh to become woozy and nauseated. The chemicals burned in his colon and all of the weight pressed hard against his bladder. Once the last of the caster oil dribbled into the boy’s ass, Kevin removed the hose and inserted a heavy rubber butt plug.
Kevin moved around to the front and inserted the catheter again, this time forcing the tube in roughly. Once he got the tube into the bladder, he brought out a syringe and injected a chemical to dilute the gel. It would take about five minutes for the gel to return to liquid state. He released the latch holding the inner frame to the outer frame and flipped the boy right side up. He pulled the tube out about three inches, which would allow the urine to flow out into the tube and into a bucket. Once the bladder was emptied, he flipped the boy over again and pumped 32 ounces of cold water with the extract of 32 habanero peppers, which he grew himself.
Josh’s throat filled with vomit and the acid burned his esophagus. He choked and squirmed, trying to expel the vomit, but was not able to. Kevin smiled, knowing that his victim was choking on his vomit. Let him suffer! The pressure was building in Josh’s rectum, as the chemicals shifted and mixed together. His bladder bulged from the cold water and burned from the extract. His insides were being destroyed! Kevin removed the tube from the cock and pulled out a thick zip tie. He tied it around the base of the cock and zipped it as tight as he could. He added a zip tie to each ball and used the same amount of gusto in tightening them.
Once the cock started to turn blue and the veins bulged through the skin, he pulled back the foreskin and inserted a ¼ inch diameter round metal wood file. The teeth were extra fine and would work well against the soft interior of the urethra. Kevin slid the file in 4 inches until it would not go any further. He twisted it, brought it up a little, and then pushed it back down to the limit. Josh continued to choke on his vomit and could not scream, as the inside of his cock was being sanded raw. Kevin brought the file out, which was covered with blood and bits of tissue. The tip of the penis dripped rapidly, splashing fresh blood onto the tan carpet, which was already coated from blood dripping off the boy’s back.
Kevin flipped the boy upright again and held up a bucket in front of the boy’s cock. He manipulated the zip tie to allow the urethra enough room to flow. Blood quickly turned into red tinted water as Josh’s bladder emptied. The habanero extract soaked into the raw urethra and created an incredible stinging sensation. Kevin removed the ball gag and allowed his slave to vomit. Josh threw up everything he ate the night before and then some. The gag was returned as his entire body tingled and felt numb from the effects of the alcohol and industrial chemicals stewing in his colon. Kevin took the bucket outside and dumped it. He came back to removed the enema which had been simmering for twenty minutes. Josh’s anus spewed a brownish liquid mixed with ribbons of white paint. He pushed to evacuate the crap inside him, causing his first hemorrhoid. Once most of the chemicals had exited, Kevin flipped the boy over and reinserted the anal hose. He poured four quarts of boiling water with a cup of dish soap. After 10 minutes, he flipped the boy over and emptied the colon again. The boy’s insides should be nice and tore up now. Kevin laughed as he returned to the cock, which had finally stopped bleeding. He pumped it to an erection and kept pumping until blood spurted out, followed by a small amount of reddish cum.
Kevin stood back and inspected his slave. His back and legs were covered with dried blood. Two shards of glass were still lodged in the skin and gushed blood as Kevin removed them. Josh’s cock was bloodied and the filing had permanently widened the piss slit. Dried vomit was crusted on his chin and chest. If Josh thought this was bad, he had no idea what was in store for him.
The inner frame was brought down and leveled horizontally with Josh facing down. Support legs were placed and nailed at the four corners. Josh’s body sagged very little, still being held tightly from the initial binding. Kevin went out back and came back with two twenty-pound rectangle cinder blocks. He wrapped a thin nylon rope around each one and propped a block on his knee while he removed the zip ties around the balls and tied the thin rope around the first ball. He removed his knee quickly allowing the block to pull down the testicle hard, Josh’s body shuddering slightly. He did the same to the other ball and was annoyed by the fact that the two blocks rested next to each other, one foot off the ground. He tied another rope around the bottom of each bock and pulled one of the boy’s balls to the front of the frame and the other to the rear.
Josh moaned and cried in agony as his testicles were stretched beyond their designed limit. His whole body ached and he knew that whatever was pumped into his body was making him extremely ill. His rectum, anus, bladder, throat and penis burned incessantly. His joints and muscles throbbed and hurt. His mind was completely blank. He could not remember anything. His senses were completely ravaged.
Kevin left the room for ten minutes and came back with the penis enlargement equipment. He forced Josh’s wilted cock into the tube and turned the machine on. The cock became stiff, and then rock hard as drips of blood gravitated out of the tip. As the whine of the vacuum increased, more blood splattered the inside of the tube. Finally, with no more air to remove, he turned the machine off and removed the vacuum.
*****
Kevin spent the next four hours cleaning up the mess his slave made. He knew another member who was a professional glass installer by trade and arranged for an emergency installation. While he waited, he vacuumed up the glass and pieces of drywall. How could one fucking kid do so much damage! Kevin was still shocked. Every ten minutes or so, he would tug hard on one or both of the ropes holding the cinder blocks. He laughed at the barely audible moans emanating from the near comatose boy.
He left for one hour to get new cabinet doors for the kitchen and to buy a steam cleaner for the carpet. When he returned, he dug out the 11-inch dildo, which was 2 inches in diameter and crawled under the frame to stand between the boy’s legs. He rammed the dildo into the boy’s ass and found great resistance. He knelt back and grabbed a rubber mallet from a toolbox and stood up again. He held the dildo with one hand and raised the mallet with the other. The first blow drove the dildo in about 1 inch, causing Josh’s body to lurch forward in the restraints. The second blow was harder as was the third. It took 10 whacks to get the entire dildo in, no doubt rearranging some of his internal organs in the process. He pulled on the dildo and it did not move. Good! He spent the next hour steam-cleaning the rug. The blood, piss, vomit and other chemicals came up with no problem, returning the original color to the carpet. He started replacing the cabinets when his cell phone rang. It was his expected guest. He pushed several buttons on the phone and brought up the front gate camera. Satisfied, he pushed another button and watched as the gate opened and the van pulled in. The gate closed and he went outside to great his guest.
An older man hopped out and went to the rear of the van and opened the door. “Get out!” He yelled into the darkness.
A naked boy about the same age and size as Josh climbed out. He was wearing a metal chastity device, which prevented him from touching his cock or anus.
“Just call me Ken.” The man said as he climbed into the van and untied the glass. He pushed the glass to his slave and the boy struggled to carry it. Kevin moved in to help, but Ken shooed him away. Ken and his slave carried the glass and set it next to the windowsill. “So that’s the little fucker?” He could see the boy tied up in the frame, motionless.
“Yeah. I’m gonna bust his ass later on.”
“Well, let me help you. But lets get the glass in first. Looks like it’s gonna rain.
Kevin could not argue. It was getting cooler and the clouds were getting dark. It took an hour to take apart the windowsill an install the glass. The slave did most of the backbreaking labor, almost getting crushed by the glass. Once the window was installed, the iron bars were reinstalled. It took an hour and a half to complete the job.
“You got a place I can tie up my boy?” Ken asked, motioning his slave to stand by his side.
“Yeah.” He led them to his second bedroom and watched as Ken laid his slave on his stomach. He tied his wrists and ankles and noticed the chains. Kevin retrieved a ball separator and a cock ring, both retrofitted with rings to hook into the chain system. Ken removed the chastity belt and installed the components to the boy’s rather large five-inch cock. An inflatable butt plug was installed and inflated. The boy said little as his butt was pulled up. Once his hands and feet left the mattress, Ken flicked the ball and cock chains, pulling them as far as the skin would hold. Kevin was stunned at how little the slave complained. This boy was well trained. Something he hoped he could do with his slave.
Ken and Kevin went back out to the main room and stood in front of the boy hanging in the bondage frame.
“You’ve got a stun gun?” Ken asked, looking around the room for other things he could use.
“Yeah, it’s in my car.” He said as he ran out the door. He grabbed a smaller unit designed for direct body contact. He returned to find Ken caning the boy’s butt, breaking open two cuts.
Ken grabbed the stun gun and set it to 20,000 volts. He reached under the boy and rested the prongs against one of the testicles and pushed the button. The entire body jerked and seized uncontrollably. He held the button for 5 seconds and moved to the other testicle and fired for five seconds. Josh’s body continued to convulse and shake for three minutes. Ken picked up the cane again and started striking the boy’s back. Red lines and welts spread around his back.
The pain wasn’t so bad now, Josh thought. Whatever his master put in his bloodstream numbed the pain. He still couldn’t hear and it was a surprise every time he felt a sting on his battered body.
Kevin returned to the butt cheeks and laid 100 strokes. Fresh blood splattered onto the newly cleaned carpet. Once Josh’s ass cheeks were inundated with raised welts and open sores, Ken pulled out the stun gun again. He zapped the balls again and then laid a ten second shock to Josh’s head. His head shook and convulsed as the voltage scrambled his brainwaves. Once the electrical pulses stopped, Josh’s head bowed downward and remained. His body went limp and motionless.
Kevin walked over and lifted the boy’s head. His face was motionless. Kevin reached two fingers under his neck and felt for a pulse. There was none. “What the fuck you do to him!” Kevin yelled as he raced to untie the boy.
“Hey, I’ve done that to my slave before, and he’s okay.”
“He’s dead! There’s no pulse!” The cinder blocks hit the floor as Ken helped untie the boy. Once the wrists and ankles were untied, they flipped Josh onto his back. Kevin removed the gag and thought about what he was doing. Neither of them knew CPR but they had no choice but to try. Kevin placed his hands on the boy’s chest, replicating everything he saw on countless episodes of ER. He paused and checked for a pulse again. He tried pumping the chest several more times in rapid succession. No pulse. Mouth to mouth. He moved up and pinched the boy’s nose and placed his mouth over the boy’s mouth. He breathed hard and felt the boy’s chest rise. He blew twice more and checked for a pulse. None. He went back to CPR and pumped, screaming at the boy to wake up. After ten rigorous pumps, he checked the pulse again and felt a slow beat. Yes! He waited and the boy coughed several times. Within minutes, the boy’s breathing became erratic as the fresh oxygen flooded his lungs. Ten minutes later, the boy’s breathing returned to normal. The boy was unconscious, but at least he was still alive.
Kevin thanked his guest and ushered him and his slave out the door. Ken apologized but knew he crossed the line. It was never appropriate to do more harm to another member’s slave than he would inflict himself.
After the van was safely off his property, Kevin returned to his slave, who was in chemical induced coma. Fuck! The boy was hanging onto his life by a thread and he had no medical training to help the boy. Yet the boy needed to be punished and in a way, this would suffice. He carried the boy back to his room and secured him to the bed. He left the penis enlarger on and untied the cinder blocks. He replaced them with a traditional ball separator and strung a rope to the foot of the bed. The dildo was still lodged in the boy’s ass and he was still blindfolded and deaf. Good enough for now.
Kevin left and finished cleaning the house.