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Aliquis' punishment
Chapter
I.
1.
"So, what do you
want from me, exactly?" asked Samir. "I told you. I am retired."
I looked at the old
man. He was 5'3" tall, extremely thin, almost skeleton like, completely
bald with some Arabic blood in his veins. He was a dreaded torture master. It
took months to get in touch with him. He is wanted in the two-third of the
civilized world.
And at last, I stood
in front of him.
"Master Samir, I
have commited a terrible sin against my master." I replied in a weak
voice. I was unable to look into his eyes. They were like hollow pits.
"Then your master
should punish you." he said.
"He will. I think
he will crucify me and torture me to death perhaps." I looked down.
"I see. Then what
do you want from me?" he looked at me puzzled.
"It is a
sacrifice. I want to show him that I know how big my sin is. Perhaps I can
soften him."
"And he shall
spare your life, eh?"
"No, it is not
important anymore! I just want to show him that I know what I deserve. I fear
that he would be too gentle. He loves me and I love him. And I can't let love
protect me from what I deserve."
Samir looked at me.
"I see, I see. You seem to be very determined. If I say yes, you will have
obey to my rules."
"Anything,
master!"
"Hm. I did not say yes. But we could make a try,
though." He said
"I'm so grateful,
master."
He chuckled a bit.
"I'm doing this for 40 years now but no one was grateful ever. I'm afraid
soon you will regret this. Very soon." His voice
was cold as ice. "Do you have some kind of conception?"
"Yes, master.
I've made a list. Of course you can change or add anything you like or think
necessary." I replied.
He read it over
quickly. He squinted at me doubtfully. "Hmm...interesting
compilation you made...as I see you want some truly tough genital torture."
"Yes, master. I
think I deserve the most serious tortures you can apply in order to make my
punishment worthwhile."
"We'll see, we'll
see...but I would be really surprised if you can stand all this stuff. Moreover
it would take months to recover from the injuries...
"I know about the
ointment...master."
He stared at me. The
blood froze into my veins. "What did you say?" He stepped closer.
"A...A victim of
yours babbled something about an ointment that cures wounds more rapidly than
anything else..."
"Yes...I know the
secret of that. It seems I got really rusty if a whelp like you could get such
information about me without my notice...Well, son, here's the deal. I do what
you want me to. But you stay here as long as I want. It could take months. You
will be a prisoner here. A painslave. But I will not
kill you or harm you permanently."
"Deal." I said it without hesitation.
"Fine
boy. I will give you some
sedative. It will make you fall asleep. When you'll wake up you will be at my
mansion." He put some liquid into a glass and gave it to me. I drank it.
In a few minutes I
felt into a dreamless night.
2.
I woke up on a rusty,
smelly bed. The air was chilly and wet. I was under the ground. The room was
dimly lit. Samir sat on a chair next to the bed. My head was heavy a bit but I
was alright.
"Good morning,
son. Meet my assistant, Ahmed." Ahmed was a huge fat man. He did not look
to smart. "He is my nephew. A bit simple minded. Seldom speaks but he does
everything I ask. I know that you are here by your own will but sometimes I
will need a helping hand."
"Uhm, yes, I
think so."
"Now, get up and
strip naked. Ahmed will take care of your cloths. You won't need them for a
while. Then Ahemed will lead you to the bath. He will help you to shave your
body completely."
I nodded. I stood up
and stripped. It was strange. Both of them looked at my emotionlessly. I gave
the cloths to Ahmed. He took them and went out from the room. I followed.
In the next room there
were a big iron Jacuzzi and a shower. I washed myself and shaved my armpits,
arms, legs and my groin. When I finished Ahmed took the razor from me and
gently forced me to lean forward. I obeyed. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and
shaved my asshole too. Then he cut my hair too. I was like a newbie at the
army. Then he went out and showed me to follow. We entered a much bigger room.
In the center of the room there were two pillars,
chains were attached to them at top and at the bottom. Near to the pillar there
were a few cameras on tripods in the room, aiming the pillars from different
angels. Samir was there, setting the cameras.
"Ah, that was
quick!" he smiled. "Come closer, boy. I want to muster you closely.
I stood in front of
him. He came closer and walked around me. "Nice body, fine built muscles. Very well." Suddenly he took my penis in his hand. "Uncut, great. Your cock is more sensitive then. How
big is it?"
"
"No master. I'm
completely healthy."
"I hope so.
Because you will need all the toughness of this young and pretty body...Now
stand between the pillars!"
I did as he ordered.
Ahmed came closer raised my arms and chained me to the pillars. He did this to
my ankles too. Samir turned the cameras on with a remote.
"Look into this
one! He said. "And tell your message to your master."
I looked into the
objective. "My master Javier, I failed you. I want you to see that I know
how big my sin is. I know that these punishments won't ease your wrath but I
offer my sufferings to you as a sacrifice."
"Brave
speech, boy. Now, we will
begin. Before every session I will describe what and how will happen. You might
scream, plea, beg, or curse...whatever you want. You can beg for me crying to
stop but I won't. There is no turning back. In some cases, I will give you some
stimulants to block your mind from losing consciousness. Three hours after each
session I will apply my ointment on you. I will let the pain take effect after
each session. Any questions, boy?"
"No,
master. I understand
everything." While he was speaking my cock got erect. It was pulsing,
aiming Samir.
He chuckled. "Oh, my dear! Such a compliment.
I always like to torture a masochist...but let's start." He said and
nodded to Ahmed.
"Now, Ahmed will
whip you." Samir gave a long, heavy bullwhip to Ahmed. "He will give
you 20 strokes. For a starter. Then I will pour salty
water on your wounds."
I swallowed in fear.
Ahmed stood behind me.
I could hardly prevent my legs from trembling.
I heard as Ahmed
whirled the whip. Then a hissing sound and...I clenched my teeth and....
WHAAAAAACK!!!
But nothing happened.
He was just trying the whip.
The real blow came
suddenly. WHAAAMMM!!!
Unbelievable pain bit
into my ass! I cried out loudly. I thought he will hit my back.
I was much more worse than I imagined. I squirmed between the pillars.
Ahmed waited.
"You thought it will be on your back, did't you?" asked Samir.
"Yes...yes..."
I groaned.
"Now. That is for real men. Whelps are punished on
their buttocks, you know." He laughed.
WHACCCKK!!!
"Goooooddd!!!!" I yelled. My ass was on fire. I strained my
muscles against the chains. It was a futile effort.
WHAMMMM!!! Ahmed
brought the lash onto my bare and bleeding ass with a tremendous force. I was
crying by then. And it was only the third one.
Ahmed waited. I
stopped crying at last. Samir sat near in front of me, smoking a cigar. He
looked at me inquiringly.
Ahmed took a half
minute pauses between the lashes. It took almost half an hour and my ass and my
thighs were ruined. I was sobbing endlessly. My body was wet. On my chest, snot
and saliva glistered. I was half-dead of the pain.
When I recovered a bit
Samir was standing in front of me. "Well done, well done. You are awake. Surprising!" He took a watering can from the ground and
walked behind me.
"Before I wash
your ass with this, I want you to say to your master how much you sorry."
I looked up. I could
barely look through my tears. "Master, I'm so sorry. Please, forgive
me!"
I heard that Samir
raised the can and start to pour the salty water onto me.
AIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE....STOOOOPPP!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
I can't find the
words. I was shrieking. My high toned howls echoed in the chamber. I was
jolting in my chains. The pain was horrible. I thought it would never end. It
seemed to an eternity. Samir firmly rubbed the water into my scarred ass with
his hand while pouring with the other!
"PLEASE STOOOOP,
NOOOO, NOOOO, PLEASEEEE!!!!"
But he did not stop
until the last drop of the liquid hell was poured on me.
He walked in front of
me and gave me two huge slaps. "Wake up, slave, WAKE UP!" I looked
into his coal-black eyes. "This is the beginning. I will leave you here
for three hours. Think about your sins. Feel free to plea to the camera because
I will post it to your master today..."
"Please, don't
leave me here like this...free me...pleaseeee...master...forgive me....oh God,
it burns, pleaseeee...but Ahmed and Samir left the chamber.
3.
The hours passed with
an agonizing slowlyness. I couldn’t stand on my feet so I was hanging from the
chains. When wrists hurt too much I stood up a bit but I collapsed again. The
pain in my ass did not ease a bit. I felt that the salt eat itself into my
skin. It was constantly burning feeling. There was no escape from it. I
wimpled, squirmed, shook my body to get rid of the pain but it was useless.
When three hours
passed Ahmed came back. He opened the manacles at my ankles first, then at my
wrists. I fell to the floor. I sobbed and whimpered. I did not notice that
Samir entered. He turned off the cameras.
“Now I will cure your
ass. I will hurt a bit.” he said and crouched next to me. Then he greased
something onto my ass. It was hot and tingling. “Be still for a couple of
minutes. It will cure your skin rapidly.”
The ointment was a
mysterious mixture from the ancient world. When I first heard about it, I did
not believe a word. But after I spoke with one of Samir's victims in an asylum
I've become curious.
The effect was beyond
my imagination. After an hour my skin on my ass was flawless like a baby's. It
was against all the law of nature. But it was real. I touched myself and I felt
nothing special.
Samir smiled at me.
"Understand now? This ointment is priceless. But only four man knows the secret of it. And we made an oath that we
never give its secret away. With this mixture the balance of our society would
crash. The consequences are unpredictable. But this is unimportant from your
point of view now, my boy."
I stood up. I was
accustomed to be completely naked in the presence of my master so Samir I
wasn't embarrassed a bit.
"It is really
unbelievable." I added.
"True. As you can
see, it is indispensable for our sessions. Because I will cause more serious
damages to you and I don't want to wait for weeks until you recover. So, I will
torture you in every two days, in different ways. Between two sessions you will
have to train your muscles in the gym here to keep fit. I want that your master
get you back in a great shape."
"Thank you, my
master." I bowed before him.
"Ahmed will lead
you to your cell. He will give you a plenty of food and drink and vitamins. Eat
everything. You will need every bit of your strength. Now go."
Ahmed led me into a very simple cell. Only a bed, a toilet seat and a
basin were in it. There were no windows at all and only a bare light bulb
hanged from the ceiling. In one of the upper corners, there was a security
camera. The food was tasty and more than I could eat. I took all the pills and
lied down. I felt asleep immediately.
4.
Ahmed woke me up.
Since there was no clock anywhere in the cell I had no idea how much time
passed. He gestured to follow him. We walked through a corridor and entered a
room which was filled with various kind of body building equipment.
Samir was already
there.
"Good morning. It
is time for some exercise. Looking at you, you know how to use the equipment.
You have to work – constantly – for two hours. Then we will move out." He
left. Ahmed sat down and look in front of him without any expression on his
face.
I started with some
warming ups. Then I made 50 push-ups. It was somewhat exciting to make
exercises naked. My cock become a bit erect. If Ahmed
realized he didn't give a sign of it. Then I moved onto other exercises with
machines. By the end of the second hour my whole body was covered by sweat. My
muscles were firm like cables.
Samir came back.
"Good, good. Nice sight. Now you can take a shower and eat. In the
afternoon you will have to another training session. Use the treadmill and the
bike for an hour each. You can take breaks but you will need better shape.
The second day past without quickly. In the evening Samir entered my cell. I stood
up and bowed to him.
"Sit down, boy. I
want to talk with you about your whipping yesterday."
"I'm listening,
master Samir."
"There was a
second purpose why I choose the whip – next to the punishment. I wanted to know
how high your pain endurance is. However it is quite good I want to make myself clear once more. Tomorrow your true punishment will
begin. The whipping was only a slight introduction of what's ahead. I will
torture you so much that you will beg for death. You can't imagine how deep the
well of pain is, son." He looked deeply into my eyes. "It is obvious
that you cannot estimate what awaits you. For people like me, torture is not
some kind of job. It is an art. Causing pain and make the victim to live
through it as deeply and fully as it biologically possible. To make them
realize that there is nothing left in this whole reality for them but pain and
suffering."
He paused. I remained
silent. Perhaps that was my chance to withdraw. But I had made mind up.
"Silence is
agreement, I presume. I told you everything you should know. We will start
tomorrow morning." He went out and left me alone with my thoughts. "I
will be strong. He and my master will see how strong and determined I am!"
Looking back, I was a fool.
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