THE TREATMENT part 1

Author: masohotlthrsm
Title: THE TREATMENT part 1
Date: 02 December 2012

From the net with my humble changes to make it male/male----any weakness in the story is my fault ‘Who was talking at this meeting...who did you hear in the room ?’

‘I d-d-d-don’t know please I don...nuh-nuh-nuh-naaarrgh!
’
Strapped down into the heavy wooden chair, the male interrogation subject was now just a thing that arched and twisted. Its skin gleamed with the sweat of its futile efforts under the hot, blinding lights.
‘Oh but I think you do...’

its desperate denials turned to whimpering pleas as the man standing behind the chair reached round to grab its tits. He squeezed them gently, enjoying the way the it trembled and panted in anticipation of agony as he squeezed harder. His thumbs slid across the slick, skin to caress the edges of its aureoles.
‘And they’re so sore already...’ he said, bending over so his lips brushing its ear. ‘Look, see how swollen they are.’ it shook its head the wet beaded strands of hair flailing from side to side as it moaned in denial. His hands tightened and the flesh bulged between his fingers, ‘I told you to look...

Pleeeeese...please don’t... please don’t turn it on...’

Now its head went forward and the man smiled at its desperate obedience as it stared down at its chest, peering from one clamped teat to the other as though seeing the toothed screw clamps for the first Time. They were made of brass, the metal dull and scratched from long use, the jaws lined with blunt, triangular teeth designed to bruise rather than cut. The jaws of each clamp had been positioned carefully across the base of each long, thick nipple before being tightened so the sensitive flesh was crimped hard between them. Now, after half an hour, the protruding tip of each teat was swollen into a taut, throbbing bulb of agony.

Then its head moved just a little; the man smiled again because he knew it was following the thin red wires that led from each of the clamps across the floor to where one of the soldiers knelt beside the innocent looking canvas case. The case was open, the sides unclipped and folded down so it could see the way each wire had been neatly secured to a brass terminal. it could also see the dials and switches on the top of the box. Worst of all it could see the handle with its worn rubber grip...and the way the soldier grinned at it as he waited, one hand braced on the box and the other resting on the handle of the magneto.

Pleeeese...it hurts so much...please I told you I don’t know...’

‘I know but we’ll try just a little more...to help you remember,’ the man said, his fingers caressing the sensitive circles round those jutting nipples, ‘a little faster this Time, I think...’ The last few words were louder, a message to the grinning soldier by the machine. The man straightened up and stroked its cheek with his left hand before stepping clear. Behind its back he nodded once.
in the sudden silence everyone in the hot, stinking room could hear its rapid, terrified panting. Then the soldier began turning the handle and the machine whined into life. A moment later it arched back in spasm as the current seared through its nipples. it stayed bowed backwards, its muscles and tendons wire-taut and quivering; its mouth stretched into a wide distorted oval of agony for a few long seconds...then it began screaming.

‘NAAAAAARRRGGGHH! PLEEEEEEEESSSSSE STOPPPPP!’

Of course they didn’t stop. Despite its demented screams, the magneto kept whining softly, the note rising and falling as the guard carefully varied the speed to keep it screaming and bucking at the very peak of its agony. Deliberately letting it feel some tiny misplaced relief as the current dropped...only to apply even greater pain a moment later by turning the handle faster to send another fiercer burst of current scalding through its abused nipples.

Finally, the man behind the chair raised one finger and the machine whirred into silence. There was a sharp, acrid smell of urine from the thin trickle of liquid seeping from its cock onto the wooden seat of the chair. A small puddle darkened the bare concrete floor between its legs where the drips fell from the seat. With the current off its head slumped forwards, its chest heaving in a series of racking sobs and its whole body shivering and shuddering as it fought for control.

The man moved to its side and bent to look into its pain-wracked face. He reached over and gripped the clip attached to its left nipple between the forefinger and thumb of his left hand. He waited until he was sure it was watching then slowly turned it, twisting the scorched and swollen teat and adding another kind of agony to its helpless suffering

‘Pleeeeeese... nooooooo...YAAAAARRRGGGH!’

A thin, fresh trickle of blood seeped from the corner of its mouth where it had bitten its tongue. ‘I admire stamina in a man...truly I do... but we’ve only just started. Can you guess where we will play with you next ...?’ His hand slid downwards over the slick, wet skin of its abdomen to the splayed vee of its thighs. it shuddered,

its head shook wildly from side to side and it whimpered through clenched teeth, wrenching frantically at its bonds, but there was nothing it could do. its arms were behind it, hooked over the top rail of the chair back with its wrists tied together and lashed tightly to a metal cleat bolted to the base of the seat. The tension in its arms kept its upper body arched back. A thick leather belt round its waist kept it pinned into place while the straps the men had tightened so carefully around each leg just above the knee at the beginning of the torture session kept its thighs splayed wide apart.
Quite deliberately it had been secured in a position that thrust its chest forwards while ensuring that its cock and balls were fully exposed and accessible to probing fingers or whatever implements its torturers might wish to use

He watched its expression change as he crooked his finger and carefully and precisely scraped the nail along the protruding slit He laughed softly.. ‘Believe me, it’s no use...’. His fingers gripped and squeezed the bruised cock for a minute ‘Just imagine how a naked man struggles as he feels the current frying his cock...’ He paused and squeezed its testicles ‘or we start pushing hot needles into his balls...’. ‘Oh don’t pretend...you knew we were going to play with these again sooner or later, didn’t you?’
Not expecting an answer, his fingers squeezed its slit. He rubbed his fingers together, holding his hand up to its face so it could see the glistening wetness coating their tips. ‘Well, well... I can see you like this...’

it struggled violently as Captain B stroked its cock to full arousal, making the head swell. it craned forwards, seeing the leather lace tied tight around at the base of its crotch & watching as the hand moved up and down teasing it so expertly.

‘Tell me who was there...or do you want us to start down here...?’ ‘But not the clamps...not here...for this we’ll use needles...’. ‘Think of how it will feel, twisting and turning slowly going in deeper and deeper until you think it can’t be any worse... but it will be, much, much worse when we attach the wires to the box over there and...’
That was the breaking point in its mind’s eye it saw the captain holding its balls in one hand and the needle in the other while it stared down helplessly. Then it imagined the horrible, agony as he slowly pushed long, shiny needles into the swollen orbs

‘ It was Tim Miller I heard---I swear it was

Those few words came as sudden, desperate terrorized cry. Captain B laughed and straightened up, wiping his fingers on its shoulder.. ‘Thank you, of course you understand, I must check the things you say but,’ he smiled unpleasantly down at the bound, sweat-slicked figure in the chair, ‘since you are so excited I will let my men entertain you for a little while.’

Ignoring it’s sudden outraged screams of betrayal as it realized what he’d said, Captain B walked over to where the three soldiers waited. All were large, heavily muscled men chosen for this duty because of their strength, their big, thick cocks and strong sexual appetites- they’d fuck anything, male or female. All were smoking and grinning hopefully at him, after all this was one of their main perks of the job. He spoke quietly so their vicTim couldn’t hear. ‘Unclip it then you’ve got twenty minutes or so...remember I don’t want any damage...’ he paused and smiled, ‘well nothing that shows.’

The smile widened as he watched his men’s grinning response to his words. ‘Fuck it in every hole if you want then,’ he stopped and his tone changed as he gave them their instructions, ‘then you let it recover a little, maybe even encourage it to think it’s over.’ He looked across at the struggling man with a smile of pure sadistic enjoyment. ‘But, when I phone I want you strap it back in the chair the same way as it is now.’ He looked at the heavy chair and thought for a moment. ‘No, I think this Time we’ll do without the seat...makes it easier to get the probe up its anus after we’ve played with its balls more intently...just to check its story...OK?’ He looked at the three, grinning thugs, their hands easing and stroking cocks already hard as they nodded at the familiar orders.

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Two hours ago Tim had been drinking bourbon with friends in his house- now he was on his knees in front of a plain desk, naked, a zip cuff tight on the wrists behind his back, For the last hour each Time Tim denied his complicity in plots against the government he’d endured the pain as the cane wielded by the guard tore into him……..

‘I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about...’ Tim braced for another strike of the cane.

To Tims total surprise—no strike came-- the Captain laughed and sat back in the chair. ‘No, no, Mr Miller, no of course you don’t,’ Captain B looked at him again, smiled broadly and sat upright. He uncapped his pen and signed the bottom of one of the sheets, straightened them carefully and put all of them inside the file then carefully put the pen away. ‘That’s exactly what I thought you’d keep saying.’ Still taking his Time he closed the file and put it in the top drawer of the desk before looking up at subject again. ‘So we must find ways to help you to remember. A demonstration first I think...’

He looked at the defiant figure before him. Without a word he got to his feet and walked across to the door. He turned and flicked his fingers at the guards. ‘Bring it,’ he snapped and walked out.

Tim had no chance to react before the two guards grabbed his arms once more; pulling him up, forcing him out of the door and down the dimly lit underground corridor. The walls were painted dark green to shoulder height, above that a grimy, yellowish white; the paint old and peeling in places to show the grey concrete beneath. There were green painted iron doors with covered peepholes at intervals down each side and, when he looked up, the lights were protected by thick glass and wire mesh.

He shivered despite the heat, trembling in terror because he understood for the first Time that this wasn’t a mistake or a bad dream; she wasn’t in some civilized police station or government office. This was one of those other places... one of the government’s secret interrogation centers.

Of course Tim had heard rumors about the existence of such places, just as he’d heard the stories about people being arrested and tortured by the secret police. But for Tim and all his friends they were just more silly stories, like thinking your phone was being tapped by Internal Security, or being watched by the police..
Now, much too late, Tim Miller realized they weren’t just stories...things like that were true...horribly true.

The guards said nothing as they forced him along the stinking concrete corridor behind Captain B Down here there was no fresh air and it was hot and stifling; rank with the odor of sweating bodies and the stench of other things; fear, vomit and urine. Stumbling along, he had suddenly caught the familiar musky tang of semen and sex almost overlaid by the acrid reek. All he could think of what was done to prisoners down here that left those kinds of smells.. Near the end a bar of bright light spilled from a partially open door. As they got nearer he could hear sounds from inside; odd, inhuman noises and a rhythmic squeaking over the chink of metal.

The two men pinched his arms tighter and forced him through the doorway. Tim blinked and squinted in the sudden glare. The room was brightly lit, hot, bright spotlights, white tiled walls and a floor of smooth, red painted concrete. The floor was gleaming wet and running with water.

At first all he could see was the backs of two more men; tall, heavily-muscled and both bent over something in the middle of the floor. They looked round and straightened as they heard Captain B come in. Tim stared at both the gleaming, heavily muscled figures. They were almost naked and very obviously sexually aroused. He could see their big, hard cocks outlined clearly through the wet, almost transparent, white cotton briefs each man was wearing. Broad grins flashed white as both men studied the naked man held in the iron grip of the two guards.

‘Take a look, Mr Miller...and see the kind of games we play here with stupid, obstinate people’ The captain said quietly as he was pushed further into the room.

Tim twisted and jerked in the men’s grip as he saw the rest of the room for the first Time and realized he was in a torture chamber. Even worse, it was being used and there was a third figure behind the two men, a young naked man who was strapped down while the torturers worked on his outstretched body.

A low slatted wooden bench had been placed in the middle of the floor. The young man, he only looked about eighteen, was lying on his back, stretched out in an agonizing X and held in place by cords round his wrists and ankles; cords that were secured to ringbolts sunk in the concrete floor. Patches of raw, bleeding flesh marked where each of the cords had cut into his ankles and wrists. The extent of each raw band of flesh showed just how desperately he’d been struggling against his cruel bonds. To add to his agonies he was lying with the small of his back over a thick log so his body was arched up, his buttocks held just clear of the wooden slats by the tension of his agonizing position.

His head was dangling down off one end of the bench, cheeks flattened by the straps of the metal ring gag holding his mouth open in a wide dribbling circle.
Tim shuddered as he saw how sore the boys cock and balls looked, the flesh bruised and swollen from whatever torture they’d been using earlier and his nipples were stiff bright red nubs. But it was what they’d done to his belly that Tim stared at. The boy’s abdomen now swelled grotesquely, a smooth thrusting mound that quivered and trembled with every twitching movement from the pinioned teenager.

Tim had a sick understanding why the men had left the boys cock and balls alone for the moment- it was because they’d turned their agonizing attentions to his anus instead. Emerging from between his buttocks a red, rubber tube snaked across the floor to a connection at the base of an old-fashioned stirrup pump. The thick black, enamel and brass cylinder with its polished wooden handle was propped in a galvanized metal bucket full of water. More buckets, empty ones this Time, were pushed against the wall. Another full one stood under the brass tap that jutted from the wall tiles at waist height.

The Captain gripped Tim’s chin and held his head so he kept staring at the boy. ‘Pay attention, Mr Miller, it’ll be your turn very soon --so watch carefully. My men are experts at this and he’ll probably take a bit more yet’ the Captain said, signaling for them to continue. There was a metallic clatter as one of the men pushed the bucket with the pump a little closer between the boy’s outstretched legs. The other one put his foot into the metal loop to hold the pump in place, raised the handle, and then leaned his weight forwards, using all his strength to force the shaft down.
The young man writhed upwards and a long bubbling wail came from his mouth. The near-naked guard grinned sadistically, the muscles of his chest and arms bulging as he began to work the pump handle up and down with slow deliberate strokes. With each movement the pump made a regular squeaking noise the noise Tim had heard from the corridor. The rubber tube jerked with each stroke and a thin seepage of water trickled and dripped from the point where it disappeared between the boy’s clenched buttocks.

‘Gaaaaarrrrggggghhhh!’

The obscene swell of the boy’s belly pulsed with each stroke and his body heaved desperately as the pressure increased. The gag kept his mouth gaping wide as his head threshed from side to side in his agony. Strings of mucus and saliva sprayed out as the man forced another jet of water into his distended colon and an inhuman wail burst from his throat.
The Captain watched the taut mound of his belly swelling with each slow deliberate stroke. Only a few inches of water remained when he flicked his fingers and the grinning torturer straightened up. Leaving Tim with the two guards he walked up to the other end of the bench and lifted the boy’s head. ‘Look, I brought someone to watch us playing with you. He needs to see all the things my men are going to do to you...’

‘Huh-huh- Oh Glog! it hurgs it hurgs pleeeg toff, pleeg uhl gue eunyging, pleag it hurgs, pleeeeg iht hurgs slo muhg’

His word were hardly understandable, a gobbling, drooling desperate plea for the torture to stop. Captain B paused, watching to see that the squirming, tortured figure was still listening. ‘Of course you’d do anything to make it stop and it does hurt...it’s meant to...you already know some of the other little things they’re going to do to you...don’t you?’
Captain B idly flicked one of his up thrust tits listening to yet more frantic dribbling noises coming from the cruel metal ring-gag. ‘Oh dear I forgot, they caned these earlier didn’t they ...right across the nipples?’ He waited for the frantic nods, ‘so they’re all nice and sore now aren’t they?’

‘PLEEEGGG! Pleeg glake ig ouw...PLEEEEG!’

‘Take it out? You want them to unplug you hmm?’ The Captain pretended to listen to the gabbling wail as his fingers squeezed the up-thrust nipples. ‘It’s going to hurt but you know that from last Time don’t you? But you’re right; I think Mr Miller should see the whole treatment before he takes your place.’ He slapped the taut drum of the boy’s abdomen.
‘Empty the stupid bitch out for me.’ One of the men grinned and squatted down, reaching between the boy’s buttocks to grip the protruding end of the carefully shaped nozzle that had been inserted deep into the rectum. His muscles bulged as he twisted and pulled the red rubber probe until it came clear with a wet sucking noise accompanied by a further spasm and another slobbering wail of agony from the boy.

Nothing happened until his companion moved to the boy’s side and placed his outspread hands on the monstrous swell of his belly and leaned forwards. Tim closed his eyes as another inhuman scream filled the tiled chamber accompanied by the sound of water spraying out of the teenager’s anus. The man gleefully pressed and relaxed in a well practiced rhythm, working the boy’s flesh exactly like some obscene pump and with each movement the nineteen year old screamed and writhed in demented agony as he expelled the water so recently forced into his body.
Finally, the man straightened up and slapped the heaving, shallow curve of the young man’s abdomen. ‘Nothing important, sir... just the usual shit about it all being a mistake...’ Captain B studied the boy’s sweat-beaded features then looked across at Tim.

‘Anything to tell me now, Mr Miller?

‘You fucking animal....You’re all fucking perverts...BASTARDS! Aaaaaagg-muh-muh-mmmmmfffff!’

Two steps and the captain’s thumb and fingers clamped on either side of Tim’s neck just under his jaw, pinching hard and forcing his head back so his scream turned into a choking and muffled fight for breath.

‘You will be polite or else...’ He held his grip tight, watching Tim fight for breath until he was on the edge of blacking out. Captain B shook his head from side to side I was going to ask my men to untie him but now it is necessary that someone receives proper punishment for that little outburst.’

He let go of Tim’s throat and flicked his fingers at his men, ‘give the boy another twenty across the tits with the cane- just to remind Mr Miller of the need for politeness.’
One of the two torturers picked up a thin, whippy cane from behind the buckets, and sliced it through the air. Immediately Tim heard the vicious hissing ‘zzzzzttt’ sound, even though he couldn’t see what they were doing, the pinioned boy screamed and threshed, his whole body jerking and twisting helplessly as he tried to avoid the agony he knew was coming.

‘No...no you can’t...no...why him? I was the one who swore at you...why punish him? He’s done nothing...’ Tim watched the grinning man position himself at the side of the low bench. ‘Oh God, no...no NOOOOO! You can’t use the cane on him, please don’t...’

‘Then you might think twice before opening that big, stupid mouth of yours next Time. Of course we can cane whenever we want.... Look...watch carefully now...’ The man flicked the cane round in a shallow arc so it cut just below the edge of the boys tit with a vicious ‘swickkk!’

The boy bucked in agony, hips thrusting up as though fucking his phantom lover. His scream echoed round the small room ‘Ggggggaaaaarrrghhh!, huh huh huh gaaaagggghh!’
‘Since very soon I’ll know so much about you, I’ll call you Tim, See, Tim-...watch how skilfully he’s using that cane... the first five will be across the skin underneath..., the next five across the top just to get his attention...and then the last ten straight across the nipples.’ The captain smiled in satisfaction as the second stroke landed millimetres from the first and the young teenager arched up again with another heart-rending squeal.

The two men looked across and laughed as the captain went on. ‘I do like a nice brisk caning...it leaves the skin so sore and sensitive but no real damage so you can do it again and again. He’s had his tits caned once already and that makes them twice as tender and so he knows what’s coming will be worse, much worse...that why he’s making all that fuss...’

The third and fourth strokes of the cane were harder and whatever pleas the boy was trying to make were lost forever in his screaming frenzy as his tongue curled and flickered against the ring gag and the tendons in his neck showed like cables as he convulsed in agony.

Tim fought uselessly against the powerful grip of the two guards as the grinning man moved round to the other end of the bench ‘Oh no no you can’t, no, no I won’t let you’

Captain B grinned even more widely and waited patiently whilst the other two easily brought Tim’s struggles under control. ‘You won’t let us, Tim?’ Captain’s B’s voice hardened, ‘what you want is a matter of complete indifference to me. He looked at the man with the cane. ‘Carry on... now we have Tim’s full attention again.’

‘Gaaarrrrgggggghhh! Ih, ih, ih, ih Naaaarrrrgggghhhh!’

The fifth stroke slicing into the tender base of each tit was bad enough. But the men grinned even more at the sudden increase in sound and reaction as the sixth seared across the edge thrust so delightfully upwards by the boy’s position. The boy arched back even more violently, the taut curving bulge of his abdomen moving and heaving as he fought against the cords, convulsing in agony.

The man was an expert, placing each of the next four strokes with diabolical accuracy just avoiding contact with the sore, swollen spikes of his nipples that now jutted up so fiercely. Each one was accompanied by more screams and muscle wrenching spasms.

The man moved to the other side of the bench, shuffled his feet then, very gently, he tapped the thin cane against those hard points of flesh. The boy’s screams became a harsh racing pant as he craned his head up trying to watch the cane, knowing what was coming as he felt each little impact against the already swollen and horribly painful tips.

Then his arm whipped across in one, lightning-fast stroke that brought the thin rod whirring down to slice right across the peaks of the boy’s up-thrust chest.. Horrified, Tim actually saw the teenager’s erect nipples denting under the cane’s snapping impact before springing back stiff and hard once again.

‘GAAAAAAAAARRRRRHHH!’

The man had lifted the cane, his arm cocked ready for the next stroke, long before the bubbling high-pitched and almost demented squeal burst from the boy’s throat as the sheer blazing agony of that cut seared through his body. She surged impossibly against the cords holding his down. Tim stared as the weal developed, running exactly over the boy’s horribly swollen and sensitive teats. But, before he could even say anything, there was another whirring zip of sound followed by the wet, crisp sound of rattan on flesh.

‘Hold him he’s moving too much

The second man immediately walked over and knelt by the boy’s head, between his outstretched arms. His big hands pressed down on the boy’s chest
‘Thwick’ pause...scream ‘thwick’ pause...scream ‘thwick’ pause...SCREAM!

‘Naaaaaaah, nah, nah, nah, naaaarrrggggghh NAHHHHHHH...!’

The boy suddenly slumped back, head dangling limply and his outraged squeals of agony were abruptly silenced. ‘No, no you’ve killed him you fucking bastards... you’ve killed him!

‘All right, that’ll do, let him rest a moment, I want to look,’ Both men stood clear of the bench as Captain B peered at the pattern of raised lines now showing across the boy’s chest. He lifted his head then let it fall back. Tim heard the woolly thud as it the wooden end of the bench. ‘Of course we haven’t killed him, Tim--what would the fun be in that?’ He sighed theatrically. ‘No stamina these people, no stamina at all, but I think Tim understands things more clearly now.’ He turned to the two guards. ‘Take him to the cells till I’m ready for him here---make it number 5’

The guards pulled Tim from the room and pushed him back up the corridor. They stopped and turned him to face a door- all of them were the same- solid steel with a hinged small steel plate. He heard a a metal on ,metal sound behind him and tried to turn his head He got just a glimpse as one of the guards pulled the metal door open quickly. The other guard shoved him backwards and he almost immediately banged against the back wall of the cell. The door slammed shut –he was standing in complete darkness – he tried to reach out, he could only move his arms a few inches until he hit a wall or the door, he listened there were no sounds at all, , the only thing he sensed was the overwhelming stench of human waste. he felt up and down the walls &, the door as much as he could in the cramped space- just smooth concrete and solid steel—His feet were on wet concrete, he couldn’t bend over very far so he bent his knees and slid down the wall to touch the floor- it was covered with a slimy goo, now he knew the source of the stench. The excrement of the occupants was left on the floor God---if he fully slid down the wall he would be sitting in sewage-- he had to stand as long as he could-.

Tims mind just kept racing—‘ he said it was my turn next … he said to put me in this stinking hole until he was ready for me there ---- my Time is going to run out-- they are going to tie me on that fucking bench.… that poor bastard on that bench couldn’t stop screaming and those sick fuks were getting off on it.… that smiling pervert said there was nothing like a caning, they going to use that cane on my tits, cock, balls over and over… they are gonna shove that nozzle in ---pump me up until my guts are ready to burst so they can force it out. he said the pain was going to go on and on…. just like the boy, keep me shrieking like an animal--—’
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The door opened and Tim tried to get off the floor, ‘You stink bitch...but we’re goin to make you clean...real clean...the captain’s waiting to talk to you so I hope you got something good to say or else...’

‘No, please, please don’t take me there, please, please don’t... Noooooo.’

The last protest became a fading echo as the guards frogmarched Tim down the concrete corridor to where the bright, white light spilled from the open door of the torture chamber.
Captain B looked as though he had enjoyed a relaxing shower and change of clothes, the same tailored trousers but now the shirt was pale blue. But the eyes were as pitiless and cruel as ever. Behind him the two torturers waited. The heavily muscled and powerfully built men were almost naked apart from the tight, brief thongs that cupped their genitals so obscenely. This Time one was in black, one in red. They both grinned with excitement as the man, naked now was led in.

For a few moments the guards held Tim upright letting him look round, enjoying his terror while the captain deliberately turned, pretending to ignore Tim as he laughed and joked with the two leering interrogators.

With the boy gone Tim was able to see the slatted bench in the middle of the floor properly. Knee high, it was about eighteen inches wide and under three feet long, wide enough to sit on; not long enough to allow someone to lie full length. Tim looked away quickly but that was even worse because he looked straight across at the buckets, the brass stirrup pump and the coil of red rubber pipe they’d used on the boy earlier. The pipe was still attached to the pump but it was the sight of the other end with its carefully shaped rubber nozzle just lying there on the wet floor that brought back even more horrible and vivid images of the boy’s torture.

Tim remembered the teenager’s gleaming sweat-slicked body, swollen and distended...and the rubber pipe jutting from between his legs as the man forced more water into his anus. Instinctively he clenched his buttocks at the thought of the two grinning thugs forcing that same rubber nozzle slowly up inside his own body.

Behind the captain and his thugs there were other things he hadn’t noticed earlier; a table against the far wall with a jumble of straps, the cane they’d used on the boy’s nipples and a heap of other bits and pieces of equipment scattered across the top. Everything looked so...so...ordinary. Somehow, that was what made it so awful.

The man who’d taken such pleasure in his skill caning the poor boy’s nipples earlier walked round to stand beside Tim. Tim jerked and flinched as he ran the palm of his hand up Tims flank until he could rub his fingers across Tims tits.

‘’Nice...I prefer the older ones...’ He peered into Tims eyes, ‘gonna sing for us...or do we have to tickle you a little bit?’

Tims eyes flickered round the horrible room, trying to see but trying not to think about what was going to happen to him. He would be strong. Someone would help, he had friends, people who would ask questions..., they couldn’t do those kind of things to him, it was... unthinkable.

Behind Tim there was a brief exchange of crude, obscene comments and coarse laughter from the three men as the two guards turned to leave. Tim only knew they’d gone when he heard the steel door shut with a heavy thud behind them

‘So Tim...you’ve had Time to think and you know what comes next if you go on being stupid...have you remembered those names I need?’

Tim jerked upright at Captain B’s bland enquiry. This was his moment of decision. he took two or three breaths then straightened up; pulled his shoulders back and looked the smug, sadistic captain full in the eye. ‘I’ve already told you...I don’t know anything about any plots. I’ve told you..i’ve got nothing to say!’ Tims body shook from the nervous tension as he stared defiantly back at the arrogant, smirking figure of Captain B .

The captain said nothing, just stared at Tims naked body for long moments. Finally, he smiled, the smile widening into a broad grin of sick pleasure and amusement ‘Excellent, just as I thought, you are a foolishly stubborn man, but it does mean that these two...’ he paused, ‘Oh sorry I haven’t introduced you, this is Henry and that’s Lee next to you, they are the experts in these matters...believe me, they get lots of practice on silly, stubborn fools like yourself...’ his voice hardened to a harsh, arrogant sneer. ‘Stupid, stuck-up assholes who think that all they have to do is pretend they know nothing and all this,’ he waved his hand. ‘All of this will simply go away.’

He shook his head. ‘It won’t Tim , believe me, it won’t... its all real. In a very little while you will be pleading...crying...screaming...and offering to do anything, anything at all to make the pain stop. But it won’t stop...it will just get worse and worse until you tell me everything I want to know. Remember that...the pain will just go on and on and on...’

His smile became even more deeply mocking and unpleasant. He nodded and gestured towards the bench. ‘Ah well, it’s your choice. So now we must use more direct methods to persuade you to change your mind.’ He grinned and pointed at the bench. ‘You know what happens now, , so you can start by sitting there, on the end of the bench facing the door...’

There was silence in the room for a few moment then, without a word, Tim took a step forwards. Terrified and almost in a disbelieving trance at what was happening, he walked obediently forwards.
This is insane, mad...what am I doing? In his terror Tim didn’t really understand why...but he obeyed...he took two steps, turned and sat down on the end of the wooden bench. The captain stood behind him, studying him carefully as he just sat there making no attempt to resist at all as the two men knelt on either side to tie the ropes around each ankle.

The men worked with the speed of long experience, once Tims ankles were securely fastened the ropes were fed through iron rings set wide apart in the red-painted concrete. The captain looked at the naked man, his eyes bright with the thought of the cruelties to come, but very alert for any last minute struggles or hysterics.

Funny, the Captain thought idly as he watched his men, this usually happens. Most of them go all quiet as they’re being secured and then.... Perhaps they still think it’s all some kind of game. The door will burst open and their savior will stride in at the very last moment to rescue them. When they finally realize...well, it’s too late to struggle anyway. Of course, once they’re tied down and we start working on their tits or cock or balls, it doesn’t matter how young or mature they are; they scream just as loudly and struggle just as hard...and each one will tell me everything. Everyone does...sooner or later.

Captain B smiled as his men drew the ropes taut. Tim was struggling to keep his legs together now...just like they all did, but the men simply used their strength to keep the tension on the ropes constant as they gradually pulled his ankles wider and wider apart. They continued pulling until his legs were spread into a wide vee that made him gasp with discomfort, forcing him to arch back, bracing his hands on the bench behind to keep his balance.

The captain smiled. ‘Tighter,’ he commanded, and the men strained on the free ends of the rope. Tim groaned in growing pain, his thigh muscles quivering and the tendons standing out like taut wires.

‘Oh God! Too tight...I can’t bear it...please...please...it’s hurting me...please.’

‘We haven’t even started yet ... tie him there, that’ll do for now,’ the captain said and the men quickly knotted the ropes to hold his outstretched legs in place. There was a heavy thud on the bench and something cold and rough touched the base of his spine. Before he could say anything more the men were at his sides again. This Time the coarse ropes were for his wrists and he groaned in his misery.

Tim wasn’t allowed the luxury of a slow gradual stretching out this Time. Tim cried out in shock and pain as the two men yanked the ends of the ropes with vicious force. The pull dragged his hands out to the side and broke his supporting grip on the bench. His cries turned into a single, exhaled ‘haaaaah!’ as he fell, his back wrenched up in an agonizing arch over the rough log they’d placed crosswise on the bench. The two thugs just laughed as they pulled the ropes through another pair of rings. This Time the rings were anchored well ahead of the bench so his arms were not only stretched down towards the floor but also out on either side of his head.

Again the single, terse command, ‘tighter,’ and Tim grunted and gasped, fighting to breathe as his body was forced into a backwards bow. His buttocks were almost lifted clear of bench by the tension as the log forced his spine and belly to arch upwards. The quivering splay of his thighs and upward thrust of his hips meant that his crotch & anus were exposed.

Tim had been right about the length of the bench. With his shoulders pressed down against the worn wooden slats, his arms stretched out above his head with his wrists tied securely to the two rings on the floor, Tim’s head and neck were left unsupported. After a couple of minutes the strain of keeping his head bent up and forwards was too much and he was forced to relax his muscles and let his head hang back between his arms. That was when Tim discovered another small refinement of cruelty. One of the harsh, white spotlamps was positioned to shine directly into his eyes, the almost painful glare blinding him to what the men were doing...or what they were about to do.

Suddenly the light was obscured as Captain B moved to look down at him. He bent into a full squat beside Tims head. Somewhere in the room Tim heard the movements and the sound of rubber on rubber. ‘Open wide,’ the captain chuckled, and something cold and metallic clicked painfully against his teeth. Struggling wildly his head suddenly blazed with pain as the captain pinched Tims upper lip between finger and thumb and twisted viciously, ‘open your fucking mouth or I tell the men to smash your teeth and force it open...’ he said calmly.

The deliberate crudeness of the words delivered in such a horrible quiet tone made the threat even more terrifying. Tims whimpers turned to wet gurgling sounds as the captain forced the metal ring-gag behind Tims teeth, wedging his jaws apart.

‘Pleeeg ig hurrs...glo...plee...’

The garbled words turned into a sudden slobbering spasm as he tried to cope with not being able to swallow properly. The captain ignored Tims efforts and distress as he fastened the straps behind Tims head then pulled the buckle tight so the black nylon webbing distorted his cheeks and dug cruelly into the corners of his mouth to pull his lips back in a wide grimace. Holding Tims head still….‘Tim—I think you are beginning to understand that here you are something I manipulate’. the captain pushed one finger deep into his mouth..’ you’re an it ----------------–‘
‘---------—soon it will be experiencing unbelievable agony just like the boy this morning- but its pain will be worse----- much worse, I’ll guarantee that------ remember one thing- the pain can end whenever it wants----so very simple-----tell me everything I want to know and the pain ends----- stay silent and the pain will go on and on and on--------------------------
Time for it to take a trip to hell”

‘NOO ugh oooogghh!’

‘You two-- let’s start with the nozzle’ He stood up and watched carefully as the familiar preparations continued.

‘Gaaaaaaaah! Glo...pleeeeg....GLOOOOOO!’

The man the captain had called Lee smiled down at the naked man arched back along bench. Taunting it to increase its terror, he held up the hose and showed it the thick, penis-like rubber nozzle so it could see the series of ridges circling the shaft and the way the nozzle swelled out before tapering in sharply to the flange at the base. Lee grinned even more widely as he clasped his fingers round the shaft and made obscene fucking movements with it.

It moaned as it stared at him. Now it could see why the nozzle was shaped like that...once the bulbous bit was pushed inside, its own muscles would clench tight round the narrow neck holding it in hard against the flange so a victim wouldn’t be able to force it out. Lee walked back to the other end of the bench it craned up, head bent forwards so its chin touched its neck, peering down the length of its body to where its grinning tormentor stood between its outspread legs. its head shook in frantic denial as it saw the nozzle being dragged in a puddle on the floor—the plug slid easily between its buttocks...

‘Glo...PLEEG...GLO...GAAAAAAAAH!’

it gobbled and slobbered again, pink tongue squirming and wriggling in the black circle of the ring gag as trickles of saliva ran from the corners of its mouth at each frantic sound it made. The noises grew even more frantic when it felt the tip against the tight, rosette of its anus. All three men laughed at the sounds. Lee used his other hand to grip its thigh for leverage; pressing the nozzle into the puckered opening. He waited, as it tried to clench hard enough to deny the invader entry.

He pulled the nozzle back a fraction and its sphincter relaxed in reflex. One hard thrust and it screamed and bubbled as the tip popped through the ring of muscle.

‘GLAAAAGH...HAH...HAH...GAAAH...PLEEEEEG!’

There was a louder burst of laughter from the three men, mocking it and the way Lee had overcome its futile resistance so easily. ‘All the way in but nice and slow, Lee...I want it to enjoy every sensation in full.’

‘Yes Sir,’ the big interrogator smiled and adjusted his grip on the nozzle. His arm moved and it wailed aloud in pain as he used a slow and deliberate twisting action of his wrist to work the rubber phallus deeper and deeper into its rectum.

‘GLAAAAAGH!’

‘So much noise, what a fuss...I bet you’ve had thicker cocks up there many Times.’ Captain B chuckled as he watched the pinioned ‘thing’ writhing and gabbling with each movement of the big interrogator’s hand. it screamed in Time with each little twist of his wrist. After a minute or so the nozzle was almost all the way in and stretching its anus wider and wider. Suddenly his hand jolted forwards, the last inch or so disappeared inside as its anal ring clamped tightly around the narrow neck, pulling the flange tight against the groove of its bottom.

Lee pulled and twisted the nozzle a couple of Times ensuring it was fully seated. He straightened up and allowed it to continue flexing its buttocks, straining uselessly as it tried in vain to adjust to the fullness and discomfort of the thick rubber intruder filling its rectum.

There was a moment of respite while the three men watched the length of red rubber hose emerging from between its clenched buttocks wriggling and flexing as it strained and grunted in a futile effort to expel the nozzle. Intent on the pain filling its rectum, it had forgotten for a moment, the real reason why they’d forced the nozzle into it in the first place. But it didn’t forget for long.

The sound of the tap and the splash and clatter of metal buckets being filled at the side of the room made it twist its head round to the side. its eyes widened in horror as the other man, Henry, carried two full buckets across to put them down in the space between its outstretched legs. it screamed as the whole terrible situation became horribly, horribly real. They were going to do it...just like the boy...forcing water inside and filling it like a balloon.

‘GLOOOOOOOOOO!’