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Chapter II.
1.
Ahmed led me into
another chamber. In a corner, there was a kind of gynecological chair with
numerous leather straps on it. In front of it, there was a metal stool. At the
wall a large metal table stood. My eyes got wide when I saw the devices on it.
There were syringes, clamps, electronical units, needles and pincers, rubber
gloves, lubricants, and so on. Above the table there were two windowed closet
filled with similar stuff.
The sharp light came
from the surgical lamp hoisted above the chair. Two cameras aimed the chair.
"Sit on!"
Samir ordered. I swallowed and tried not to show how frightened I have become.
Two days ago, at the whipping post, I found the whole stuff very arousing. Now
I was terrified. Te air was quite chilly I got goose bumps. My penis was small
as a thumb.
I sit onto the chair.
It was cold as ice. Ahmed restrained my legs at my ankles and at my knees, then
he pulled my arms backward and down and fastened it to the chair. Finally, he
put a strap under my navel. I couldn't move a bit.
Samir checked the
strains and started to wind something behind the chair. I felt that the angular
offset of the backrest of the chair become more and more concave, forcing my
chest outward. It was really uncomfortable. The straps bit into my wrists. He
stopped when my ribs started to show under my pecs. I was heaving heavily by
then.
The master sat down in
front of the chair, between my widespread legs. Ahmed turned the cameras on.
"Ahmed, please,
give me the serum." The servant gave a syringe filled with yellow fluid to
Samir.
"W-What's
that?" I whimpered.
"Just some
stimulants, nevermind." He injected the serum into a vein on my ankle.
"Now, give me those small needles. Yes, those." Ahmed gave him two,
approximately 1.5 inches long, very thin needles.
"These are
acupunctural needles. I will insert them under your scrotum, into your taint.
They won't hurt but will make you erect as long as they are stabbed in
you." I felt two small sting then after a few seconds I felt that the
blood flows into my penis. After a minute my penis was fully erect, throbbed
like I was being sucked. A few drops of precum glistered at the head of it.
"Hm, I like your
cock. It so firm and straight. But back to business, Ahmed the string,
please!"
"Now, I will
force your cock down a bit, in order to reach it better. It will hurt a bit,
but you will get used to it in a few minutes." Therefore, he attached the
string to my cock and slowly pulled it down. When it was pointing to his face,
he fastened it to the table. It was very unpleasant but I took it without a
sound.
"Splendid,
splendid. As I said, I will describe what I'm going to do with you. Today, I
will do something, which your master will appreciate a lot. I will brand you. I
will burn his name into your glans with this." He put a pen-like soldering
iron onto a small table between us.
Cold sweat covered me
at once. I stared at the dreaded tool.
"What is your
master name?" Samir asked.
I look at him
startled. "J...Javier."
"No. He is Master Javier. That's 15 lines. It will
cover your precious cock, my boy." He smiled.
"B..but...oh
God...please...I'm not ready for this, master!" I started to panic.
"Not ready, you
say?" Samir laughed. "After all, what were you thinking when you came
to me?" he raised his voice. "You said you want genital torture,
didn't you?"
He did not wait for my
answer. "Now you will get it. I warned you twice. There is no turning
back. You only bring more shame on yourself with this whining, boy. I think
your master will be displeased. Again."
Samir turned the
soldering iron on. Then he took it into his right hand, holding it like a pen.
I gazed at the steel
tip of the device as Samir slowly approached with to my penis.
"Letter M."
he stated.
I don't think one can
imagine the anguish that fell upon me. There was a faint sizzling sound as the
iron reached my most sensitive bodypart.
I screamed like a
banshee. My lung was burning because of the sudden strain. With all my
strength, I tried to move myself away but I was unable to move even an inch.
"Please, master,
pleaseeeee, nooooo, no more, pleeaseeee." I cried as Samir finally pulled
the iron away from my cock. When I looked down, I saw a small, blood red letter
M facing to Samir on my rock hard glans.
"Poor boy, only
now you understand what the word: pain, really means. And this is only the
beginning." He said and touched my tool again.
I wailed with all my
might. I cried and I couldn't move my sight away from my tortured cock. When he
finished the second letter, I could smell the scent of my own burning flesh in
the room. I couldn't stop sobbing. "Oh God, please! This is a mistake! Let
me go, please, let me goooo!!! I can't take anymore!!!"
Samir waited. He
continued the torture only when I eased a bit. He was merciless. He wrote every
letter with a slow accuracy. Nearly after an hour, he finished the first word.
When I looked down I
saw the six marks of my agony on the left side of the head of my cock:
MA
ST
ER
"Now we take some
break." Said Samir.
I was unable to speak.
I just trembled and sobbed in the chair, if I hadn't been drugged I would have
lost my consciousness a hundred times I believe. But despite I was half-mad of
the pain, I remained awake.
After a while, Samir
came back with a cup of coffee.
He sipped a bit and
said "Okay, let's continue."
"Master, in the
name of all saints, please...stop torturing me, please...I repented my sins,
please...no more...oh God it hurts so much...oh God..." I whimpered
endlessly.
Samir laughed.
"Oh, my dear boy, this is only our second session! Much more awaits you!
You were wise when you came here. You knew that you wouldn't had the strength
to carry through this. But I will help you."
"But I can't
stand this...Jesus...please...my cock...oh God..."
"I know it hurts.
That's the point, you know. In a moment I will burn you again." He
switched the machine on. "Don't fight against the pain. It is impossible
to endure such anguish. No man could do that."
"Then what the
fuck should I do?" I yelled.
Samir remained calm.
"Nothing. Just accept it. Shriek your agony into the world and show your
master that you really love him and you are truly sorry for what you did."
He took the iron into his hand and pressed it to me.
I took his advice. I
didn't fight anymore. I wailed hysterically. With an agonizing slowlyness line
followed by line letter by letter. I did not beg or plea, I just cried
endlessly.
After each letter,
Samir stopped for a while. He waited until the pain lessened a bit.
At the end of the
word:
JA
VI
ER
My throat became so
sore that I was unable to scream. Only some kind of miserable whining came out
from me.
Only two hours passed
but I was changed for a lifetime. Samir opened a new dimension of pain to me.
Before I came here, I could not imagine that such inhuman pain exists.
A splash of ice-cold
water woke me from the delirium. I choked and coughed. Ahmed poured the rest of
the water on me.
I felt that he loosens
my restraints. I could not walk. He grabbed me under my left arm and dragged me
on foot. He literally pulled me into my cell and threw me onto the bed.
I felt into a feverish
dream.
I don't know how much
I was sleeping. When I woke up, I felt the stabbing pain in my cock
immediately. I looked down and saw that my foreskin was pulled and banded back
and my glans – oh God my branded glans – were showing. The throbbing pain was
so intense that I was crying in pain during peeing.
In few minutes, Samir
entered. I was still sitting on the toilet, sobbing.
Samir carried a
medical case.
"Sit on the
bed."
I obeyed. He examined
my cock, real gently. He poured some jelly onto it. "Good. It will heal in
a couple of days."
"B-but I
thought..."
"The ointment,
eh? No, my son. That is for injuries that might hinder our sessions. However
this is a very painful injury it won't make you incapacited." He stood up.
"So, eat – if you can – and go into the gym."
"Master, I don't
think I can..."
"If you can't
that means we have to spend this day with other things...by now you might have
some idea what that means..." he smiled.
I stood up, trembling.
"Don't be afraid.
Ahmed will ensure that you will do the exercises."
When I entered the
gym, Ahmed was in there already. He held a cat o' nine tails made of raw hide.
I slowly started the
training. After the warm up, I sat on the bench pad and took some deep breath. Nearly
a moment passed when I heard a sweeping sound and I felt fiery pain on my back.
"Do." Said
Ahmed. He had a low and raspy voice.
I did what I could.
Ahmed gave me five more strokes. After the fifth, near at the end of the second
hour I collapsed on the ground crying. Ahmed hit me again. I tried to round
myself as much I could.
"Enough, Ahmed!" Samir's voice cut into the air. "Enough for today. Bring him back to his cell. He needs sleep. Many experiences await him tomorrow."