Aliquis in Moscow

Aliquis in Moscow

(Thanks for Joemal)

 

/I dedicate this story for my one and only Master/

 

 

Another slap. I felt blood in my mouth.

"Please, believe me! I do not know anything about spying or..." I shouted.

Colonel Zukov look at me expressionless.

"If you don't tell us everything about your mission objectives in Russia, I have to use much more unpleasant methods to force the truth out from you. Save yourself and tell me: why are you here?"

"I said it! I'm just an advisor of an Hungarian attaché. Nothing else. I don't even speak Russian!!!"

I knew he doesn't believe me. He interrogated me for two hours.

Even as I sat in the steel chair, my hands cuffed behind me I could not believe that this is really happening.

I can’t remember exactly what happened in the hotel room. Somebody smashed the door and some men rushed in as I was asleep. They ran into the bedroom before I could even realize what is happening they pressed an injection gun to my throat, I heard a hissing sound then I felt into the darkness.

I woke up in a dim lit room, in a basement perhaps. Some soldier like Russian men were in the room. Only one said his name: Colone Zukov. Russian National Security. He said they know from a certain source that I am Hungarian spy.

"I see. I hope you have been trained for what's coming next." Said the colonel. "Take him to Edwards!" he ordered.

 

The guards simply picked me up out of the chair, and holding me by the arms, they took me out of the room and down the dark hall. At the end of the hall they unlocked a large metal door. They dragged me down a long staircase to an underground bunker. Another metal door was unlocked and again I was taken down a long hallway.
The room was a torture chamber. Bare light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Large white metal cabinets with glass doors lined the walls. I could see instruments used to punish men inside these cabinets. I looked in fear as I saw electrodes, large straps, electro-type anal plugs, and numerous clamps probably used on the nipples and other body parts. There were bottles of pills, catheters, long thin rubber like tubes that are obviously used to penile insertions. In the middle of the room there was a metal chair. It looked like a gynecological chair with several leather straps on it.

In the room, there was a white man in his middle to late 40's wearing a white lab coat.

At this point I was totally terrified.

“My name is Dr. Edwards." There was'nt any accent in his voice. "I’m here to get all the information from you. As you can see we have plenty of persuasive devices here.” he smiled at me. “Now, may I ask you to strip naked? It would be easier for both of us, further more your clothes will be spared too.”

“Fuck the clothes” I thought but I knew he is right.

Slowly, I got out of my clothes. I knew he could command the guards to tear the clothes off me but this is was really humiliating.

In a minute I stood there stark naked. I awkwardly tried to hide my private parts with my hands. Dr. Edwards smiled at me then turned o the guards.

"Now bind him to the chair." He commanded. One of the guards grabbed me from the armpits and the other grabbed each ankle hoisting me onto the chair. My struggles were now mere movements which took little effort on their part to counter.

They fastened my wrists high above my head and fixed my wrist into cuffs behind the chair. The other guard forced my ankles wide apart and tightened  them to the leg-holders with thick leather straps. Another strap was stretched across my chest just below my pecs. Then they stretched another leather strap holding down my waist just below my navel. The guards did the
same just below my knees firmly locking my legs down to prevent any kind of movement.

The doctor stepped closer with an injection-gun in his hand. He shot some kind of fluid into my neck-vein.

“Wh-What was that?” I asked in a thin voice.

“Just a nice cocktail. It has three effects. The main is to prevent your brain to loose consciousness. The second is to “boost” your body to endure much more than usually. The third effect is a kind of nerve stimulator. It stimulates nerve-endings making them capable to transfer 300% more sensation than normally. That means whatever I do to you it will much more painful.”

While he was explaining I felt an increasing warmth in my cock. With horror I looked between my legs, I watched as my cock grew into a full rock hard erection. The outer veins of the penis pulsed blood into the cock head. The seven-plus inch penis continuously pulsed as blood kept forcing its way into the glands and shaft. The doctor then turned his attention to me. He stared in amazement at my erection. The penis towered above my shaved groin and balls. As I was now secured to the table, he motioned the guards to leave except for one who was to stand at attention at the door straight-faced holding his Kalashnikov.

“Don’t be surprised, this is a normal effect. Perhaps I haven’t mentioned yet that my main speciality is genital torture.” My eyes grew wide.

“Oh, don’t be afraid. I’m not going to castrate you…at least not yet. “He chuckled. “I need those sensitive parts. But enough of this crap and let’s begin!”
Dr Edwards wheeled a cart full of instruments over to the table. I
looked at the cart. My eyes began to blur. I started breathing ever so harder as the serum took more effect.

He placed a small chair in front of the table between my wide-opened legs. Then he took a tube of lube from the cart. Squeezing a large dollop onto his two middle fingers, he then reached down below my ball sack and forcibly poked his fingers into my anus. I groaned as he intruded into me. My eyes got wet.

“Please, don’t…please!” I whined.

“Save your breath boy. Don’t make this more harder than it should be.” Then he heavily coated the inside of my hole with the lube. My hairless pecs heaved up and down with fear. I tried to struggle against the straps. I grunted as he inserted his fingers as far as they could go.
"Very good," he said as I could tell this is something that he enjoyed doing. Edwards then took a large electro anal probe off the
cart. It was a long thick, penis like metallic device. Separating my semi-hairy glutes with one hand, he fully inserted the 8 inch probe deep into my anus. I arched my back when he finally shoved it all the way in. My penis now involuntarily pulsed. He noticed this and looked at it, and raised an eyebrow and then looked at my face.
"You're masochistic." He whispered with a smile. "The response from your cock just gave you away." He then began to laugh. "When I do this with ordinary men, their penises struggle to stay erect. That's why I quadruple the dosage of the serum that erects the penis. For you my friend, the time that we are going to spend together will be extremely painful."

It was quite painful already because there wasn't enough space for me on the seat of the chair, so most of my bodyweight was held by the dildo in me. It felt like being impaled. It was a very tense feeling which slowly turned to a growing pain.

"Normally, I would use electricity now. But the colonel wants me to be gentle. If you are not a spy, you will break. I you don't will surely know that more serous methods are needed. So we will begin with some hand-practice." He sat down in front of my groin. I looked down petrified. The doctor put some lube onto my balls then the covered his hands with the lube too.

"I've learnt this technique in China." He took each of my balls into his hands; he separated the testicles gently. "It is a kind of massage. With the right amount of pressure nearly every drop of semen could be squeezed out of a man's testicle. Of course this isn't easy or pleasant. By the time I milk your cum out your tender balls, you will beg for me to tell everything you know." As he finished the speech, the doctor began to press my balls with an increasing force. He rolled my balls into their sacks like they were Chinese balls.

I cried out when his fingers dug deep into the most vulnerable part of my body. I try to arch my body, the chair made a creaking voice but I was unable to escape from the pain.

Oh, yes, the pain. It was much more intensive than anything I have encountered before. It was devastating. Gripping agony came alive inside my bowels. The huge anal plug stretched me even more.

"Stooop, oh Jesus, stop...nooooo!!!" I shook my head and cried like an animal.

But the hands of the doctor did not stop. He pulled my balls as far as he could from each other then twisted my sac and pulled it down. I felt that my balls began to meld into liquid fire. I jerked my head back because of the unimaginable pain the bare light stabbed into my eyes. Then I a different kind of pain stoop at me. Edwards held my sack in one of his palm then he pressed his other hand – clenched into fist – to it just like a mortar.

"AIIEEEE, STOOOOOOOOP, PLEASEEEEE!" I shrieked.

"No, my young friend," he said working on my balls constantly "I won't stop it. You will have the chance to confess when we finished." He pressed both thumbs into my flesh. Every single muscle of my body were taut as a steel cable as I forced myself to the straps. I was heaving like a drowning man. I looked down and saw that my penis grew even larger. Then I saw my testicles in the hands of this animal. They were dark red and swollen horribly. I do not have too big balls but they were nearly as big as a goose egg. The doctor now took each ball between his thumbs and first finger and slowly began to compress them. I yowled and I thought that he smashed my balls. The pain didn't ease and after a time that seemed an eternity I felt that an excruciating sharp pain. I glanced down and saw that a fountain of sperm squirted out from my throbbing cock. It was ten times more than an average cum. There wasn't any kind of orgasm in it. It was nothing else but a barbaric milking. My balls hurt like hell. It took a few minutes for me to being able to focus again.

When I opened my eyes, the doctor was still sitting in front of me. The enormous amount sperm was glistered on my six-packed abs. He still held my balls into his palm.

"Now, my young friend. Confess. Or..." and he quickly clenched his fist. I shout out. He didn't even pressed my balls but they were so swollen that the slightest touch were agonizing.

"I don't know anything…please, don't torture me…please!!"

"Why are you here? What is you mission?" he shouted at me.

"I'm just an advisor…please, oh God…" I could not stop crying.

Dr Edwards stood up and picked up a phone. He spoke Russian which I barely understood. After a few sentence he put the phone off.

"I've just made a report to the colonel. He does not believe you nor do I." he turned back to me. "This means I really have to torture you."

I whined and desperately looked around. "This can't be happening…this is just a nightmare..."

Edwards continued. "Before I start, I give you one last chance to confess everything. If you remain stubborn like this, I will cause so much pain to you that you cannot possibly fathom, boy."

"Please, sir, understand me! I can't confess what I DO NOT KNOW!"

"Alright. You had your chance. Even if something comes to your mind during my work, save it. I don't care."

He sat back in front of me.

"So, let1s play! There are two cards on the cart. A red card and a blue one. I let you pick a color. Red or blue. Each color represents a torture method. So, which one do you want?"

"You bastard!!! I can't chose! This is insane! Let me go, please, leave me alone! I cried.

"If you don't say a color, I will use both. So?"

"Okay, okay! Blue!"

"Great!" He turned the card. There was a small icon of flame on it. "Heat. One of my favorite. The fear of being burned lies in the very depths of the human mind. It's a primal instinct." While he was speaking, the doctor took out four long needles from the cart.

"Now, I will pierce your testicles with these needles." He said and pulled down my ball sac, forcing the testicles to bulge out. Then the doctor slowly pressed the first needle into my red and swollen ball.

"No, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" The pain hit me with a tremendous force. "Jesus, no, no, noooooo!!!!" Another needle into the same ball. Then he did the same with my other testicle. I cried like a baby.

A few minutes passed. Edwards patiently wait me to regain my self-control. Then he attached thin wires to each needle. The wires ended in an small electronic box.

"You might think I will shock you. But I have other plans." Edwards turned the machine on. It made a humming noise. I began to whimper. He messed a bit whit the switches and the dials then looked into my eyes.

"I will circuit electricity to the needles. It won't be strong enough to shock you but it is enough to make it smolder."

The doctor took a fifth needle from the cart. He held it by ht wire. Then he flicked on a switch and turned the dial a bit. In a few seconds, the long, steel needle became orange like, then red. Red-hot.

I looked at the needle with utter panic.

"Please, sir, don't do that to me. Pleaseee..." I couldn't stop crying.

Edwards flicked the switch. The needle chilled down rapidly. He took the box into his lap. He smiled at me.

"Be calm. Only the tip of the needles will be heaten up. I need those nerve-ending in there. If I burnt everything inside I will stab the needles into another spot. And believe me, there is plenty of space in your precious manhood for a few needles." Just as he finished the sentence, he flicked another switch and turned the dial a bit.

Suddenly I felt warmth inside my ball. I whimpered like a trapped animal.

Edwards turned the dial upwardly.

"AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" I can't find words to describe the pain. It was so hideous, gruesome. I was burning. Burning from inside. My vocal chords almost broke away due to my wails.

Through the curtain of pain, I heard a flicking noise. The pain eased a bit.

My face, my chest was covered with saliva, snot and sweat.

Dr Edwards waited a minute. I was crying endlessly.

Then another flick.

This time the pain hit me in my other ball. I wailed like a banshee. The chair was trembling under me as I struggled to get free. To get rid off the pain.

"STOOOOOOOOP! PLEEEEEEEEEASEEEEEE!!!!"

Flick again.

"Please, doctor, pleaseeee...have mercy...I don't know anything....please...I can't take anymore...please just kill me but stop the pain...please no..."

He stared into my tear-wet eyes.

"You had your chance to confess. Now deal with the consequences."

This time he flicked two switches.

I'm sure I would passed out without the serum. I felt that my balls literally roasting under my pulsing cock. For second, during the agony, I opened my eyes and I saw that Edwards stirs one of the needles inside me. I cried, shriek as the inhuman pain, beyond any imagination struck me. It seemed to be endless. Only the pain existed.

When I regain my self-control, I saw that Colonel Zukov is standing next to me.

"Any progress, Edwards?" asked Zukov.

"Nothing yet, colonel. He is extremely tough. Or he said the truth." Replied the doctor. "I'm in this business since ages. I only saw a few men who were capable to endure this. But this is just a kid. He is well-built, indeed but this means nothing. I saw much stronger man breaking in five minutes under my hands."

"I see, I see. However our source was clear: he is a spy. Break him."

"As you wish."

The Colonel opened the door. "But – just to be sure – make no permanent injuries or marks."

"I understand, colonel." Said Dr Edwards.

 

To be continued...