Moonboy
06-16-2008, 6:14 PM
This is one of those incomplete stories where I just couldn't think of anything more to do with it. But it was okay as far as it went in my opinion so I'm going to post what I wrote of it.
Robert Roberts was hanging from the basement ceiling by his wrists. The chains bit into his flesh. His ankles were chained and pulled towards opposite walls. His legs were parallel with the floor, stretched so wide he was doing the splits, which he did not have the flexibility to do. His crotch felt like it was breaking. At the same time, all his weight coming down on his wrists made them feel like they were breaking. The numbness in his right arm made him suspect the right wrist was broken. But he still tried to lift his weight with his arms because of the pain of his stretched crotch and legs.
Robert moaned into the panty gag as he heard someone descending the stairs. He recognized the sounds of the steps. The short but shapely girl stepped in front of him. She had short dark hair, was extremely attractive and was holding a whip. He moaned in terror and with the pain from the welts, cuts and bruises she had already put into his ass, legs, back, stomach and chest. There were two girls with her but he only vaguely recognized them as her friends. The one he was terrified of was Rachel, his step-daughter. She was recently returned from college with some of her friends.
Rachel stepped behind him and reached between his legs. She cupped his bloated balls in her small hand, squeezing and yanking on them. She was really squeezing with everything she had and yanking, twisting and jerking them hard. He was in mind-numbing agony, making loud whooshing noises through the gag.
“Wow,” said one of the girls, a girl of Japanese descent named Kumiko, “your step-dad sure can make a lot of noise for being gagged.”
“Yeah,” Rachel laughed. “And that’s even after Mom destroyed his vocal cords so we wouldn’t be annoyed by the noise. If he still had his vocal cords, those wind noises would be bloodcurdling screams that would just about shatter our eardrums.”
She gave his sacs another crunching squeeze.
“But now he’s just what a male should be, seen and not heard. Isn’t that right, Robbie? Oh, sorry. I mean step-daddy.”
His mind was so wracked with agony he could not even think. What a fool he had been to leave everything to his trophy wife, Ruth. Now he had spent months hanging here and had no idea what his new wife and her daughter had done to his two sons. She had made it look like he and his sons had been killed in a plane crash and had inherited all of his money and estates.
“It’s all ours now,” Rachel mocked as she began whipping his ass.
She was re-opening cuts and aggravating bruises.
“Do you think you’ll survive this for much longer step-daddy? Do you think it will end for you in weeks or months? Don’t worry, I intend to do this in such a way that you survive for years, every moment in agony. But, if you don’t, I’m sure my dear step-brothers will. Their college boys, young and muscular and sexy. They’ll survive for many years.”
He wanted desperately to know the specifics of what happened to his sons but he could not speak. Anneka, a beautiful black girl with soft features and long, soft black hair, who was a friend of Rachel’s, walked around in front of the naked, sweating, suffering male and laughed, “Oh my God. Look at his cock.”
It was standing at attention.
“I don’t believe it,” she said. “After everything your Mom and you have done to his nuts, not to mention the agony he must be in, I can’t believe he can still get an erection at all let alone a ‘flagpole erection’ like this one.”
“Oh yeah,” Rachel giggled. “The months without cumming help but Mom injected him with some stuff. It locks up the cock muscles. He’ll be erect for hours. Of course, its agony for him and will still be agony long after it wears off. But who cares. Right, step-daddy?”
She gave his nuts another agonizing squeeze as her mother walked down the stairs.
Mother and daughter hugged as he hung in agony.
“Darling,” Ruth said, “I’m glad that you are home from college and that you have gotten together with your most trusted friends. But for right now, why don’t you go torture your step-brothers while I speak to your step-father?”
“Please, can we watch for a while?” Rachel asked. “What are you going to do?”
“Well,” Ruth said, “it’s time to brand my slave boy and fix him the way I want.”
She had to giggle at Rachel’s pure, innocent enthusiasm. She had been raised to see males as mere animals and objects. She also had to giggle at poor Rob’s reaction to her comment about fixing him.
“Oh, this is a big moment,” Rachel said. “It’s not just another ass-whipping. Please let us watch.”
“Well, I suppose,” Ruth said.
She could not resist her daughter’s enthusiasm.
Robert blubbered incoherently as Ruth took a carving knife and carved into his chest and stomach the words, ‘slave property of Ruth Richards’. On his ass cheeks she carved, ‘trophy husband’.
Ruth brought the knife to his cock. His eyes were wide in terror and he made incoherent noises of begging.
“Now, girls,” Ruth said, “I must insist on some privacy as I consummate the new form of our relationship.”
As Ruth began preparing, Rachel slapped the scarred and bloody ass of the blubbering, helpless male and laughed, “See you later, daddy-cakes. Well, see all but one part of you later.”
Robert’s two sons were quite the sight. They stood next to each other. The arms of both had been removed and covered with stylish leather for aesthetic reasons. They both wore posture collars that were connected by a chain. Their leggings were leather that had foot coverings shaped like horse’s hooves and heels with sharp spikes pointing upwards so that the person wearing them would have to walk on their toes. The girls laughed as the two men tried to walk in those horse-shoe shaped coverings. The men winced and cried out in pain every time they let their heels come down. The heels were impaled on spikes in the boots and they had to rise back onto their toes. Rachel approached them.
Originally, the two men had been outfitted with arm sheathes. There arms had been behind them with their fingers up and their palms touching. It had been agonizingly painful. The boys had constantly screamed in pain at the excruciating positions their hands and arms were forced into until Rachel had their arms removed.
They were gagged tightly, jaws forced wide open. Then they were hooded so that even their hearing was muffled and their eyes were covered with blinders. Their vocal cords had eventually been destroyed.
Burned into the chest and stomach of one of the boys was the name, “Aching Nuts”. Burned into the chest of the other boy was the name, “Blue Balls.”
Rachel grinned and walked up to the two helpless young men, gripping the balls of one of them in her right hand and the balls of the other in her left hand. She squeezed the balls of one boy in her left hand and smirked, “Feeling okay today, Nuts?”
She squeezed the balls of the other and said, “And you, Balls?”
The two boys could only bend forwards, choking and making gasping sounds as she squeezed their nuts- hard. Neither of them had been allowed to cum for months so their balls were nice and full.
“Wow, you really know how to squeeze a man’s balls and put him in agony,” Kumiko said with admiration.
Rachel raised her eyebrows and laughed.
“Oh that’s not squeezing their pathetic nuts. THIS is squeezing their nuts.”
Then she squeezed with every ounce of strength she had. Their eyes bulged. If they still had vocal cords, they would have screamed their throats raw. They were on their knees, absolutely paralyzed in agony, drool running from their mouths and eyes almost exploding. They were making choking sounds and turning purple. With a final excruciating squeeze, she let go and watched them collapse to the ground in a moaning, crying heap.
“Now that is squeezing their nuts,” she laughed.
Kumiko and Anneka whipped their asses bloody, making the brothers struggle to their feet.
Robert Roberts was hanging from the basement ceiling by his wrists. The chains bit into his flesh. His ankles were chained and pulled towards opposite walls. His legs were parallel with the floor, stretched so wide he was doing the splits, which he did not have the flexibility to do. His crotch felt like it was breaking. At the same time, all his weight coming down on his wrists made them feel like they were breaking. The numbness in his right arm made him suspect the right wrist was broken. But he still tried to lift his weight with his arms because of the pain of his stretched crotch and legs.
Robert moaned into the panty gag as he heard someone descending the stairs. He recognized the sounds of the steps. The short but shapely girl stepped in front of him. She had short dark hair, was extremely attractive and was holding a whip. He moaned in terror and with the pain from the welts, cuts and bruises she had already put into his ass, legs, back, stomach and chest. There were two girls with her but he only vaguely recognized them as her friends. The one he was terrified of was Rachel, his step-daughter. She was recently returned from college with some of her friends.
Rachel stepped behind him and reached between his legs. She cupped his bloated balls in her small hand, squeezing and yanking on them. She was really squeezing with everything she had and yanking, twisting and jerking them hard. He was in mind-numbing agony, making loud whooshing noises through the gag.
“Wow,” said one of the girls, a girl of Japanese descent named Kumiko, “your step-dad sure can make a lot of noise for being gagged.”
“Yeah,” Rachel laughed. “And that’s even after Mom destroyed his vocal cords so we wouldn’t be annoyed by the noise. If he still had his vocal cords, those wind noises would be bloodcurdling screams that would just about shatter our eardrums.”
She gave his sacs another crunching squeeze.
“But now he’s just what a male should be, seen and not heard. Isn’t that right, Robbie? Oh, sorry. I mean step-daddy.”
His mind was so wracked with agony he could not even think. What a fool he had been to leave everything to his trophy wife, Ruth. Now he had spent months hanging here and had no idea what his new wife and her daughter had done to his two sons. She had made it look like he and his sons had been killed in a plane crash and had inherited all of his money and estates.
“It’s all ours now,” Rachel mocked as she began whipping his ass.
She was re-opening cuts and aggravating bruises.
“Do you think you’ll survive this for much longer step-daddy? Do you think it will end for you in weeks or months? Don’t worry, I intend to do this in such a way that you survive for years, every moment in agony. But, if you don’t, I’m sure my dear step-brothers will. Their college boys, young and muscular and sexy. They’ll survive for many years.”
He wanted desperately to know the specifics of what happened to his sons but he could not speak. Anneka, a beautiful black girl with soft features and long, soft black hair, who was a friend of Rachel’s, walked around in front of the naked, sweating, suffering male and laughed, “Oh my God. Look at his cock.”
It was standing at attention.
“I don’t believe it,” she said. “After everything your Mom and you have done to his nuts, not to mention the agony he must be in, I can’t believe he can still get an erection at all let alone a ‘flagpole erection’ like this one.”
“Oh yeah,” Rachel giggled. “The months without cumming help but Mom injected him with some stuff. It locks up the cock muscles. He’ll be erect for hours. Of course, its agony for him and will still be agony long after it wears off. But who cares. Right, step-daddy?”
She gave his nuts another agonizing squeeze as her mother walked down the stairs.
Mother and daughter hugged as he hung in agony.
“Darling,” Ruth said, “I’m glad that you are home from college and that you have gotten together with your most trusted friends. But for right now, why don’t you go torture your step-brothers while I speak to your step-father?”
“Please, can we watch for a while?” Rachel asked. “What are you going to do?”
“Well,” Ruth said, “it’s time to brand my slave boy and fix him the way I want.”
She had to giggle at Rachel’s pure, innocent enthusiasm. She had been raised to see males as mere animals and objects. She also had to giggle at poor Rob’s reaction to her comment about fixing him.
“Oh, this is a big moment,” Rachel said. “It’s not just another ass-whipping. Please let us watch.”
“Well, I suppose,” Ruth said.
She could not resist her daughter’s enthusiasm.
Robert blubbered incoherently as Ruth took a carving knife and carved into his chest and stomach the words, ‘slave property of Ruth Richards’. On his ass cheeks she carved, ‘trophy husband’.
Ruth brought the knife to his cock. His eyes were wide in terror and he made incoherent noises of begging.
“Now, girls,” Ruth said, “I must insist on some privacy as I consummate the new form of our relationship.”
As Ruth began preparing, Rachel slapped the scarred and bloody ass of the blubbering, helpless male and laughed, “See you later, daddy-cakes. Well, see all but one part of you later.”
Robert’s two sons were quite the sight. They stood next to each other. The arms of both had been removed and covered with stylish leather for aesthetic reasons. They both wore posture collars that were connected by a chain. Their leggings were leather that had foot coverings shaped like horse’s hooves and heels with sharp spikes pointing upwards so that the person wearing them would have to walk on their toes. The girls laughed as the two men tried to walk in those horse-shoe shaped coverings. The men winced and cried out in pain every time they let their heels come down. The heels were impaled on spikes in the boots and they had to rise back onto their toes. Rachel approached them.
Originally, the two men had been outfitted with arm sheathes. There arms had been behind them with their fingers up and their palms touching. It had been agonizingly painful. The boys had constantly screamed in pain at the excruciating positions their hands and arms were forced into until Rachel had their arms removed.
They were gagged tightly, jaws forced wide open. Then they were hooded so that even their hearing was muffled and their eyes were covered with blinders. Their vocal cords had eventually been destroyed.
Burned into the chest and stomach of one of the boys was the name, “Aching Nuts”. Burned into the chest of the other boy was the name, “Blue Balls.”
Rachel grinned and walked up to the two helpless young men, gripping the balls of one of them in her right hand and the balls of the other in her left hand. She squeezed the balls of one boy in her left hand and smirked, “Feeling okay today, Nuts?”
She squeezed the balls of the other and said, “And you, Balls?”
The two boys could only bend forwards, choking and making gasping sounds as she squeezed their nuts- hard. Neither of them had been allowed to cum for months so their balls were nice and full.
“Wow, you really know how to squeeze a man’s balls and put him in agony,” Kumiko said with admiration.
Rachel raised her eyebrows and laughed.
“Oh that’s not squeezing their pathetic nuts. THIS is squeezing their nuts.”
Then she squeezed with every ounce of strength she had. Their eyes bulged. If they still had vocal cords, they would have screamed their throats raw. They were on their knees, absolutely paralyzed in agony, drool running from their mouths and eyes almost exploding. They were making choking sounds and turning purple. With a final excruciating squeeze, she let go and watched them collapse to the ground in a moaning, crying heap.
“Now that is squeezing their nuts,” she laughed.
Kumiko and Anneka whipped their asses bloody, making the brothers struggle to their feet.