My face was damp from Master Chris’s vile fart. “That was so gross”, laughed Eddie. “It’ll have get used to my stink” said Master Chris. “It’s a filthy animal and has no fucking choice”, said Eddie.
Master Chris sat in front of me while I continued to squat in agony with my handcuffs pulled up behind me and my balls forced down to the ring on the floor. He kicked off his muddy trainers - “you’ll lick them spotless later, slave” and used his feet to play casually with the bungee already stretching my balls to breaking point.
The he started talking: “Your two Masters are going to university and you’re coming with us”, said Master Chris. “You're going there to learn a lesson, a fucking hard one, criminal slave. We’ve found a group of boys on the dark web, a really perverted gay fucking frat, where they want a slave”, and Master Eddie added “preferably a criminal slave because criminal slaves have no limits as far as tortures are concerned." Master Chris continued: "There are eight boys, all with pretty extreme ideas about how to use you and punish you. They’re real students but they want to spend their spare time dealing with a criminal slave – you'll have lots of slave-work to do, most of it very unpleasant, but mainly they’ll all carry out their sadistic ideas on you. Some of them are really perverted” “Like the one who wants to open your ball-sack and torture inside it”, chimed in Master Eddie, “and the worse they treat you, the more they’ll pay us, so you’d better be fucking afraid!”
“We’re taking you in two weeks,” Chris explained. “So we’re going to torture you for a week and then give you a week to recover, not that even the recovery week will be nice for you – you'll still sleep in a stinking toilet on the concrete floor – you'll still be stark fucking naked – and you’ll do lots of exercise to get fit – and, from tomorrow, you’ll be on a slave-lumps diet. It’s the cheapest and nastiest slave-food – it tastes like fucking vomit or worse apparently but it’s healthy so you’ll have get used to it”. Eddie laughed and chimed in “so we’ll see what you like worst, our shit or slave-lumps".
I made the mistake of begging: "Please not slave-lumps, Masters. I know I deserve them, but please, they're so vile." "They'll keep you fucking healthy, criminal slave", said Master Chris "We were going to mix them with scraps of other food but, after that begging, we'll give you slave-lumps and nothing else - except our shit of course. We've got plenty - here's a box - oh, look what it says on the box "slave-lumps to punish your slave, grade one (garbage-taste), grade two (vomit taste), grade three (dog-shit taste) - look forward to them, criminal slave".
Chris decided to re-position me for his 25 strokes of the reformatory cane, including 5 on my balls. It was a massive relief when he released me from that torturing squat – I shrieked as my shoulders seemed to creak back into their sockets and I felt real relief that my balls weren’t still being stretched. I momentarily thought of running for it but I knew Eddie had locked the main door and had the key in his pocket, and I was still handcuffed. The result would be my quick recapture and even worse torture.
“Get your fucking nasty naked ass over that spanking bench, criminal slave”, Chris ordered. It was hard in handcuffs but I did it while my two young masters watched.
The bench was designed so my ass was at the highest point, begging to be beaten. There was a slight slope downwards from my ass to my head and, at the back, my legs in a kneeling position were tied to two trestles which were spread out widely enough to keep my dick and balls fully accessible to the boy-master who was beating me , and to the other boy-master if he wanted.
I was attached tightly to that bench by my wrists which were uncuffed and quickly re-tied, with a strap across my back, and other straps across each thigh and each calf. I could only move my head. There would be no escape from whatever my Masters decided to do to me now.
Master Eddie then showed me a new implement of punishment and held it in front of me: “This is a humbler, criminal slave. As you can see it’s shaped to go round the back of your thighs, and it has a little hole in the middle for your balls – it pulls open and then snaps closed above your balls, so your balls will stick out for when Master Chris decides to cane them. Fucking clever, isn’t it. It’ll be the worst pain you’ve ever experienced, having your balls caned. What do you think, criminal slave?” I knew the answer “Please put my balls in the humbler for a hard beating, Masters. I deserve it, Masters. Please don’t hold back, but beat my balls severely, Masters”.
Master Chris picked up the cane to beat me. He whooshed it in the air to frighten me. He tapped my ass. He meant business. “We’ll put the humbler on it after its ass-caning because I want to give it a few at the top of its thighs – cutting it there will make it squeal for sure – and I don’t want the humbler getting in the way.
Master Chris’s very first stroke took my breath away as it sliced into ass-flesh already welted and punished by Master Eddie’s caning. It came down in the middle of my ass, smashing into the crown of both buttocks and cutting in far enough to make what was obviously a deep welt right across another welt left by Master Eddie. Master Chris knew how to cane – he'd been caning his family’s criminal slave since he was eleven. He laughed out loud as I pleaded – “two extra for pleading, slave”, but I had lost count after three as the terrific pain intensified.
“That’s ten over yours”, Master Chris told Master Eddie. “Now for the fun ones: I’m going to put five across its thighs which are quite thin so it’ll be extremely painful, and three right on that crease where its thighs meet its ass – it hurts there more than anywhere. Then the last two and the extra two will be more vertical criss-crossing all the horizontal welts – I'll probably use the extra two on its asshole – if I get my aim right, they'll hear its fucking screams in China!”
As Master Chris started on those “fun ones”, I thought I was having a heart attack from the fear and then the terrible pain. Each stroke was torture. Master Chris followed through in a way which made the cane much more effective than when Master Eddie caned me. It really felt that he s was cutting through my thigh muscles, smashing into the tight flesh around my hamstrings. It was unbearable but I was tied there and I had no option but to experience whatever was dished out to me by that 19 year-old sadist who was enjoying himself and just didn’t care. Then the cane sliced into my sensitive crease. I didn’t think anything could be worse – until Master Chris moved more to my left side so he could cane down my left buttock with the tip of the cane crossing the welts he’d made in my left thigh. Then he did the same from the right. Master Eddie smiled and giggled as he watched. I was completely incoherent – the pain was making me lose my mind when Master Chris lent over me and expertly smashed that reformatory cane twice on to my asshole.
“You’ve made its fucking asshole bleed. Fucking brilliant, Chris”, said Master Eddie. Those asshole strokes put me in a pain-hell of my own. I couldn’t even scream.
“Now it’s getting five on its balls”, Master Chris replied calmly, as he put down the cane and picked up the humbler and waved it in my face. “Beg, criminal slave”, Chris commanded.
The pain in every part of my ass and thighs was so severe that at first I couldn’t get any words out. Master Chris picked up the cane and asked me if I wanted another dozen. I managed “Please, Masters, torture my balls with your cane. Please get through to me with your ball punishment, Masters.” As I tailed off, Master Chris went behind me and grabbed my balls roughly, opened the humbler and slammed it closed, pinching the flesh at the back of my ball-sack and exposing my balls behind me, making them stick out conveniently for punishment. My sadistic masters could now do whatever they wanted to my poor testicles, and their only aim was to punish them and give them pain.
Master Eddie now suddenly grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard and gave them a punch. As the ache spread, I started to feel sick. I was more terrified than I had ever been as Master Chris picked up the cane and walked behind me. He swished it in the air a couple of times. Then it happened. The impact of that reformatory cane on my balls made my body convulse. I pulled against all my restraints hopelessly and moved my head violently from side to side. I saw stars. Then the unbelievable pain registered – a brutal unbearable ache which seemed to spread into my stomach and the whole area of my groin and then concentrate back in my balls like a fire lit between my legs. I could only make small incoherent squeals as the pain kept intensifying and intensifying for at least a couple of minutes.
I eventually calmed down slightly, although the pain was still sharp and intense with spasms of real torturing agony.
I sensed the cane being lifted again. The second, third, fourth and fifth strokes came quickly, firmly and with no recovery time. I couldn’t describe my pain and my desperation. These two young men were strong and they were absolute sadists.
“Its balls are swelling up”, said Master Eddie. “Yeah”, said Master Chris: “They’ll be big and super-sensitive for the next few days. We can have some more fun with them.” Then Master Eddie bent down so his face was in mine: “Looking forward to getting your balls played with some more, criminal slave? Your life has changed, hasn’t it, filth? It’ll never be the same again.”
“Time for dinner”, said Master Chris “Slave-lumps come later so what do you deserve now, criminal slave?”
I knew the answer I had to give: “Your delicious shit, Masters”.
Master Chris explained to me, calmly smirking, while Master Eddie giggled, grabbed his crotch and opened his fly in front of my face and started playing - "Look how I'm enjoying this, slave". He swigged a bit more vodka: “You’re going to crawl over to that cupboard at the far end of the room and then I’ll attach the heavy rim-chair to your humbler. Using your fucking caned swollen balls, you’ll drag it to the dungeon toilet. We’ll then collar you and attach your collar to the legs of the rim-chair so you can’t fucking move. Then what do you think will happen? Master Eddie will sit on the rim-chair and take a shit – he needs a big shit right now – and you will eat every scrap of it, every last one of Master Eddie’s turds.
“You’ll then find a big bowl next to the toilet. You'll put that under the rim-chair so, when I shit, my turds will go into that bowl. There’ll be lots of them, but it's a big bowl and will take a few days to fill. That bowl will stink and it'll stay with you in your toilet cell. You can watch a big fucking meal gradually build up in that bowl.
"When you've eaten Master Eddie’s shit, you'll wipe your face with some rags. Then you'll lick his asshole clean. After I've taken my shit, you'll do the same for me. We'll test your toilet-paper work out with tissues afterwards – the smallest brown smear means more caning.
“If you puke at any point, you’ll eat it and get an extra caning. And I'm going to get involved in your toilet humiliation, which will, I assure you, make it as disgusting an experience as you can imagine. I’ll tell you exactly which bits to eat, how long to chew them, amd when to swallow them. I’ll ask you about the taste and texture. It’ll be a new kind of torture for you, filth.”
“Welcome to your new fucking life”, said Master Eddie.
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