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Aliquis\'s punishment

Part 4

2

2.

Hours past.

I have been secured on the wheel rack for almost four hours. In that time, my muscles have completely failed me, my joints have loosened, my ligaments and tendons have begun to swell and tear under the strain.

My tanned skin was greasy with perspiration. My armpits were glistering with sweat, and the aroma of stale sweat and fear betrayed my suffering. My nipples, burned and blistered, still stood painfully in the air. The reddened and blistered path down my solar plexus and abdomen was like a trail to the ugly, raw wound that was the remnant of my once-pretty navel.

Between my upstretched arms, my head lolled against the iron-studded curve of the wheel rack, on the pillow of my trapezius. My brows were creased with my suffering, my eyelids heavy, eyes red-rimmed and cheeks streaked by tears. My mouth was twisted in a constant grimace of anguish.

"Save yourself more needless suffering, boy" Samir said. "Tell me where you have hidden your brother."

"I haven't. Our guardian arranged for him those foster parents!!! I DO NOT KNOW WHERE HE IS!" I cried.

"Than what is that address you gave?"

"That was the last address I know!! Please...I don't know where he is. Please, when will you believe me?"

"When you no longer care if you live or die," he said. "When you are ready to beg for death, the truth will come easily from your lips."

"No Pleaseeeee!" I shriek in horror.

"Another notch," he told Ahmed.

My arched body was already stretched to its limit, the elasticity of sinew and ligaments painfully tested. As the rack groaned and the big wheel turned, my wrists were hauled another fraction of an inch from my anchored feet, and I stretched further.

"Aaaaaah!!" The agony exploded through me. I gave a long scream of pain, unable to bear the torment. "No more!! It hurts - ohhh!!"

"This is nothing," he promised me. "Tell me what I need to know." I was shrieking and gasping. "Unlike the localized pain of the candle torture, the rack delivers a horror that tears at your very bones, and will surely wrest the truth from you." He added. I'm staring at the vaulted ceiling of the torture chamber as I gave a long wail of agony and despair.

"Another notch," he said.

The rack groaned, and I gave a shrill scream as the pain tore and ripped through my tormented body. My stretching limbs were fiercely taut, muscles rigid, my ribcage stark below my heavy pecs. The creaks and groans of my joints could be heard as they were subjected to intolerable strain. My hands were curled into claws beyond the wrist-shackles. Sweat was running down my sides. "Stop! Oh stop, please, stop!"

"Where is he hiding? Tell me where!"

"I swear I don't know!"

"Where is you brother? Talk, you fucking idiot!"

" I don't know! I don't know!" I cried in a high voice.

"Another notch," he told Ahmed.

"Please don't stretch me!!" I screeched, but Ahmed forced the winch, and I gave an awful scream as my body stretched a fraction further.

Those who have suffered on the wheel rack know how tearing and all-engulfing its pain is. Ultimately, I believed it to be even worse than burning alive, as every sinew and fibre is distended but the nerves remain intact to feel every moment of it.

Samir stopped. Gave me time to suffer. There was no urgency, and the pain would only worsen. Stretched that tightly, I could not draw deep enough breaths to maintain my screams, but I could not stay silent either.

When ten long minutes have passed, Master Samir gave Ahmed the order to turn the wheel again. The heavy machine creaked, and my body stretched a little more.

"Oh God!! My hips, my hips!! Aiieeee!!" Suddenly I was slamming my head against the studded wood of the rack, half mad with the pain that tore at my hips. It felt as if my body was being slowly pulled apart - and it was. As I screamed and howled in agony, the world began to fade, despite the serum.

I didn’t know how much time passed.

"Wash him down."

The pail-full of icy-cold water was flung over me. The icy impact shocked a scream from my lungs, tearing me back to lucidity. As water coursed in rivulets over my pectorials, trickling down the ravine of my belly, quivering droplets covering my bare skin, goosebumps rose all over my naked body. My burnt nipples tightened and stiffened, reddish stalks, the darkened aureole crinkling in response to the cold.

As my eyes cleared I saw that Samir sat on a chair in front of me. I also felt that the rack had loosened a bit.

"Rise and shine." Samir smiled. "Accept my greatest regard. You are far more stronger than I imagined. Your master would be really proud. You have showed your braveness. But still, I have to know where your brother is."

"I told you..." I started but Samir was not finished.

"Yes. You lied. You can't believe how much I respect your fidelity. Nevertheless, you have reached the edge of my tolerance. If you do not start to talk I will cause such pain that will drive you mad. You think you have suffered and endured? Yes?

I remained silent.

"Let me introduce you this little tool." There was a metal gear in his hand. Two opposing, slightly-concave spoons which could be clamped together with the turn of a handsomely engraved screw. In the middle of each spoon were two spikes, about half an inch long.

"My preference is always to avoid such gross methods of torture. But you have left me no choice. It is among the most psychologically distressing to a man, but seldom fatal, unlike the pear." He regarded my limp cock, soft and vulnerable and the delicate eggs of my balls hiding beneath.

With gentle fingers, he took one warm, round orb between his fingers and thumb, and I jolted in surprise and pain as he touched my burnt skin. When he closed the cold, heavy iron of the first crusher over my ball and began to tighten the screw, I gave a whimper. I was unable to struggle or writhe.

"What … are you doing?"

"If you're so fucking tough, let's see how you enjoy having the juice squeezed, little by little, out of your lemons!"

"Oh God - nooooo!"

He compressed the second crusher onto my other ball and twisted the screw, just enough for the spikes to lightly press on my testicle. I gave another wail of horror. "Stop!"

"Not a chance," he said, and twisted the screw. The cups closed, the spikes probed, and the pain leapt from my squashing balls. My eyes bulged and I gave a shout.

"No, dammit, no! Stop, please, stop!"

He looked up at me.

My face was twisted in horror and nausea. Fresh sweat flooded my face. I was pale. My fingers clawed uselessly beyond the manacles that held me stretched. I was trying to see down between my legs, where the crushers hugged my testicles like iron clams. "Oh god, please, don't turn the screw!"

Samir gave a laugh of delight. "You mean - like this?" He twisted the screw, and as the spikes pushed cruelly on either side of my testicle, I gave a long shout of terror.

" Please, Master, please, take them off!"

He gently agitated the turnscrew of one crusher, so that I could feel the spikes digging into the sides of my badly burnt ball.

He twisted the screw. The plates compressed, and I jolted on the wheel rack, giving a new cry of pain. Samir tightened the crusher again, then again. I gave another groan as my testicle began to distort under the pressure. The rounded metal studs of the device impressed themselves in the sensitive tissue

"Say it!" he urged, and twisted the screw again.

I gave a howl as my balls are squashed tighter. "Oh god, take it off!!"

He screwed it tighter.

I let out a long scream of pain, jolting and thrashing, pumping my hips as if I'm simulating sex, trying to shake the crusher loose; but I could hardly move. Samir twisted the screw once again. My testicle was now squeezed to half its normal width, and I howled.

"Still no confession?"

I was still howling and twisting from my back-wrenched arms with the crusher tight on my testicle. I threw up. The pain from my testicles was expressed as nausea, and a watery spurt splashed to the floor from my open mouth. The liquid flowed down from my over-taut body.

"Give him two notches, Ahmed."

At his instruction, Ahmed pulled the lever. I gave the most terrible screams.

Samir reached up to the crushers squeezing my testicles. None too gently, he tightened the looser of the two, until it compressed my ball into an oblong. My screams were endless.

"Do you think the crushers need to be tighter ?"

I howled and bucked in my bonds. Another turn of the screw drove the spikes fully into my balls and the spoons began to compress my testicle. I was howling like a wounded animal as Samir again shook and twisted the crusher.

Samir turned the screw another full revolution and compressed my testicle into a mass about three quarters of inch thick. A stream of pee flowed from my cock, my eyes bulging from their sockets and my face dark red. Moans and gasps of agony were the only sounds that came from my throat. He turned the device's screw again causing me to bellow like a wounded bull, and then, with one final revolution, brought the spoons of the device together. My nuts were now less than one half inch. My body spasmed in my bonds as Samir shook and twisted the device.
 I let out one terrible cry and fainted away from the pain.

 


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