Aliquis\'s punishment

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."