Eric's revenge
Chapter ten
Three naked young men relaxed in the bed opposite me, lying face-up in a row with their heads propped up on comfortable pillows. I was in desperate pain on a hard chair, facing them and forced to watch them
They had each cum three times in the last couple of hours. They were really into each other and a whole range of sex gymnastics that I'd been forced to watch, to remind me I could never enjoy anything like it again.
In the whole two hours, the only attention I'd had was when the black trainee guard attached unbearably sharp alligator clamps directly on to the nub of each of my nipples. Other than that further agonising pain, imposed on me for fun on top of the chilli-oiled spikes in my penis, I was left alone.
Fuck' said Eric, I suppose now we've had our fun, we'd better decide what to do with the cunt!' Eric lay naked, propped up on some pillows in the middle of the threesome, his softening cock resting on his athletic thigh. The blond guard, also naked, his curly hair ruffled from sex and sweat, lit a cigarette and passed it to Eric.
The point is' Eric continued, as he blew some smoke towards me, we have to think of ways of punishing it, which are totally harsh but don't kill it -- I don't want to call it him' any more -- I'm destroying its sex anyway.
The medicines and stuff we put in that disgusting gruel he has to eat in the morning keeps him pretty fit, but he probably can't do hard labour for more than ten or so days in a row. We can cane its ass every day, twice if we want, but we need more ways of making its time in the punishment room worse -- I want the cunt to shake with fear when he knows it's time to meet me in the punishment room. The punishment which gets to him most at the moment is definitely his urethra-scraping, although I think we could make the horse' a lot worse for him, so it would be more or less equal with scraping.'
And we need to start destroying his balls -- he hasn't felt enough pain much there yet ...'
Tied up in front of them, I listened to Eric's words. The penis gag was choking me and I started wheezing and coughing. I also started to tear up. The contrast between Eric's relaxed beauty, naked on that bed, and my hopelessness as he planned more pain for me, was driven home to me again.
I must have looked and sounded really bad for Eric to say Fuck, I suppose I'd better get up and do something about shitface now -- I don't want the cunt to die just when we're about to make new plans for it!' Cigarette in hand, Eric hauled himself off the end of the bed and stood in front of me. He slapped both my cheeks hard -- What's the matter, fucker? Aren't you enjoying the show?'
Eric loosened the gag -- I thought this gag might be a bit much after a few hours. I sandpapered the end of the penis' bit of it to injure you a bit. Fuck, I bet you've got a hell of a sore throat'. I swallowed and instantly realised my throat was completely dry and felt as sore as if I was about to get the worst cold anyone could imagine. Swallowing was utter agony. My throat had effectively been sandpapered by Eric's cruel gag and was now bleeding. I could taste my blood. `Don't worry -- throat-skin heals quickly -- but I've got a bottle of pure lemon juice which we'll make you drink later. Lemon juice should keep the pain going until they rape your throat this evening -- imagine how it'll feel then! We'll make you drink some water eventually -- for now, your throat can enjoy that nice dryness which makes swallowing so fucking difficult! Enjoy it, shitface', said Eric.
Then the black trainee, also soft now and still naked, lying on his side, facing where Eric had been, said `shouldn't you do something about the cunt's tits -- they're still dribbling blood?'
Eric pretended to be angry about the extra work I was causing him when he could have been in bed with his friends. `Fuck, you're a pain today, shitface'. Eric spat in my eyes and then, barely opening them, yanked the alligator clips off the nubs of my nipples, barely opening them -- the pain caused by the yanking, and the resulting flow of blood back into my nipples, was just staggering.
Then Eric took his lit cigarette from his lips, and smiled as he held it in front of my face. I'm going to cauterise your wounded tits, cunt', said Eric. At first he lightly touched them with the red-hot ash, and then pushed down hard, on the bleeding parts of my left nipple with the whole burning tip of his cigarette. I shook and spasmed from the unbelievable pain. Eric casually took another drag on the cigarette before doing the same thing on my right nipple, I have to keep the tip hot for this to work, shitface' said Eric as I shook. I made some incoherent noises from my slightly freed throat, but they couldn't match the terrible screams of pain which I wanted to come out. Even those small noises annoyed Eric, and he slapped both sides of my face again, much harder than before -- my ears rang and my cheeks stung, but it was my burnt nipples that took over every nerve -- if I'd been able to use a knife at that moment, I would have cut off my nipples without hesitation -- `Shut the fuck up', Eric said quietly.
Eric turned to climb back to his comfortable middle place in the bed between the two naked guards. Eric was erect again. It's happened again', said the blond guard laughing, to no one in particular. Torture turns him on every time -- 3 times cumming and now it'll be 4'. `Torture! Torture! Torture!' the black trainee chanted into Eric's face and kissed his lips. Eric lay back smiling, his completely hard cock now half-way up his stomach pointing at his handsome face.
The black trainee went to his bag and got out a cane. It was more like a school cane, nothing like the severe canes Eric and the blond guard had used on me, but it would still sting. At first I thought it was for me, but then I realised that it was for Eric! Yes, they were going to cane Eric!
Oh no', Eric sat up abruptly. No, not in front of the cunt'. Yes, Eric, right in front of the cunt', said the blond guard who then crawled across the bend to the end where I was sitting and sat down with his legs dangling over the edge, barely two feet from where I was tied to my chair. Eric clearly knew what had to happen next. OK' he whispered. He laid himself meekly face-down across the blond guard's lap with his erection squeezed between the guard's muscular naked thighs. How many?' asked the black trainee, who had now taken over Eric's cigarette. Till he cums', said the blond guard. They started. Eric's cock moved frantically up and down between the blond guard's thighs as his buttocks bounced and danced under the sting of the black trainee's cane. It took a bit over a minute, and eight hard whistling whacks, before Eric came. Then Eric gasped and spurted his cum over the blond guard's lap.
When all three of them were back on the bed opposite me again, and after the black trainee had finished fondling Eric's welts -- Eric winced a bit but didn't object -- the blond guard asked Eric `Why do you like to be caned, Eric? Even with that schoolboy cane, it must fucking hurt'.
Eric paused.
He looked across at me and his expression changed from the expression of the glorious young boy I had abused to the scowl of a young torturer.
`The cunt enjoyed caning me and I suppose I got used to it', Eric said flatly.
After a few moments, Eric recovered: `Let's plan the next stage of the cunt's life', said Eric cheerfully, holding the end of the black trainees dick in his hands and then licking some of his tasty drying cum from his fingers.
Let's deal with the cunt's balls first', said the blond guard, because they're the easiest'.
Each of the boys was to give an idea for my ball-punishments. The blond guard went first. I don't think we should pierce the cunt's balls at this stage with needles or nails or anything like that. Not that he doesn't deserve it, and we'll definitely do iy later, but we've got to keep him in extreme pain for years. We need to assault his balls as painfully as possible again and again', and again' added the black trainee and all three laughed -- and looked at my balls.
So what I propose, said the blond guard, is giving the cunt special ball-punishment hard-labour days. We're already torturing his hands on hard-labour days, which is working well -- he drops a lot and gets punished. On some days, we can torture his balls instead' -- or as well' said Eric. Or as well' agreed the blond guard and continued. My suggestion is to compress each of the cunt's balls with tactical rubber bands -- we can do that in the punishment room -- and to attach them with bungee ropes to ankle cuffs before he starts work. The bungee ropes should be too short for him to stand up straight without it feeling it's crushing its own nasty testicles! The idea is that every step of its hard labour will be make the cunt's balls hurt like nothing it'll have felt before.' The blond guard then turned to the black trainee who supervised my hard labour: You can keep ordering the cunt move at the double, stand up straight, and so on -- it`ll feel to the cunt like it's ripping off its own balls when it tries to comply, and you won't have any trouble reaching its balls with cattle prod when he doesn't comply well enough.' All three naked guards laughed and agreed with the blond guard's idea.
Eric's idea was to put me in a cock-and-ball pillory. I can easily get one for the punishment room. And it needn't just be for the punishment room -- I could pillory the cunt in the inmates' recreation area' and the cunt could become one of the inmates' recreations' laughed the blond guard -- then all giggled at the thought of what might happen to me there. Basically, shitface will be cuffed, put on a really uncomfortable seat or stool which'll become agony after about 5 minutes, and then we'll leave him there left for 12 hours. The cunt's balls will be exposed, sticking through the pillory in front of it. I'll be put both balls together in a crusher which I'll tighten every hour on the hour -- we can put a clock in front of the cunt so it knows when the tightening's going to happen. By the end of the day, it'll be in spasms from the endless ball-pain. But it'll recover. It might take the cunt a few days before it can even touch its balls, but then we'll be able to repeat the punishment -- again and again. I'll use a plain metal ball-crusher at first, but later I'll introduce it to jagged edges and chilli-oiled spikes like the ones it's got in its dick right now -- good idea, eh, shitface?' Now Eric was looking across at me that chilli oil must be burning your dick flesh as it seeps through it -- do you think it's a good punishment which you deserved and I should repeat often when I torture your balls as well as your dick?' I knew what I had to do. I nodded as vigorously as I could and made some incoherent noise which meant `Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir'.
The black trainee had enjoyed electrocuting my balls with his cattle-prod during hard labour, but he'd also seen the horse' in the punishment room and had an idea for improving' my experience of that instrument of torture. He asked Eric if he could run an electric shocking wire along each side of the horse's ridge -- That would mean', explained the black trainee, that you'd have a wire you could wind round a ball on either side of the ridge. The cunt really hates that horse' anyway and we could make it a lot worse for it by adding ball-electrocution which I know he also hates because of its reaction when I use my cattle-prod: it'll do anything to avoid it but it hardly ever actually does avoid it '. Wow!' said Eric, smiling at the thought of me cowering in front of the black trainee hoping to protect my balls from electrocution, What do you think of that, cunt?' Before I could even nod, the blond guard said Let's do it -- I'd love to see the cunt being made to torture its own ass-crack as it bounces around when you shock its balls'. `Brilliant' said Eric.
Which next?, asked Eric. I noticed he was getting hard again, thinking about all these ways of making my tortures even worse than they already were. `We've got to decide on rest-day punishments for the cunt and on tortures for so-far unpunished parts of the cunt's body?'
Eric stroked himself and looked at me. `The cunt's hating this so much. I love it', smiled Eric.