Breaking the Ex 2

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Mark standing a slim six foot two. Really never had much time for love. Building a very sucessful law practice. He only had one long term relationship but somehow managed to mess it up when he cheated. Mark told himself after that he wouldnt let anyome close again so he could stay focused on his job. A few years go by after a successful case closed. He decided to goto a local pub for a few beers. While at the pub he noticed a couple burley looking guys staring at him but could figure out why. Starting to creep him out everytime would turn around thier eyes would be on him. It was getting late anyway Mark paid his tab and left the pub heading to the parking lot to get in his car and head home.
As he walked to the car he felt like he was being followed but when turning around no one was there. Mark thinking it was just in his head and continued on. Once at the car he went to open the car door that is when he felt a sting in the back of his neck. Mark turning around eyes got that deer in the headlights look. It was one of the guys before he could speak his body went limp and he passed out.

In the big city their is this underground community that runs things. If you have a little cash can make someone disappear and have them taken out permanently or can do what you want with them torture them if you like. No questions asked. Either way they will never be free again.

Mark starting to gain consciousness. His vision a little fuzzy from being drugged. He is in a decent sized room with large ceilings and a concrete wall with a heavy steel door. As Marks senses start to come back he realizes he is naked. With his wrists cuff and secured to a chain above his head. Legs spread about two feet a part ankles with steel shackles attached to with hooks in the floor. Mark winces in pain when he tries and test the strength of the restraints. When he feels a tug on his balls. The position he is in not allowing him to see exactly what it is but can feel a ring of some kind around the base of his balls with something hanging off it. Trying to move as little as possible he cries echoing throughout the room. cries for help.

[ARomanova]

Who knew how many years the hostel had existed without anyone really, really knowing about it. Those sadistic enough seemed to always find their way there. The Internet provided a gateway of sorts for those who wanted to enjoy the pleasures within. If you knew where to look online, you could find places like this in most major cities, and they always managed to get away with the most awful acts...

Except outright murder. People went missing all the time, that could be handled easily enough. But death wasn't so easy to deal with, if it was under the more extreme circumstances.

That was fine with Jason. He wanted Mark to suffer for years of torture, not shoot him as soon as he saw him. The hostel offered first-rate medical care and assured that their "toys" were well-fed and given adequate water and cells with toilets and they were allowed to bathe every day, with supervision. For Jason, who only wanted to be bothered about how he would torture his ex-boyfriend, the one he intended to spend the rest of his life with, this was a perfect arrangement. It cost him quite a lot of money, but he managed to hire the operators of the hostel to kidnap Mark. Other guests of the hostel would no doubt want a piece of Mark at some point, but Jason paid for the first month of Mark's captivity to be exclusive to him.

After Mark was brought to the hostel and chained up, a parachute was secured around his balls. Every hour, a hooded, robed figure would come in, carrying a weight. There was currently a single ten-pound weight hanging from the parachute. The hooded figure came in with another poujnd, hearing Mark's cries as he came in. The hood obscured his face. It was both to ensure anonymity as well as instill fear in the victim. The more times Mark would see him, the eventual association he would have with the added weight on his balls would cause him to be terrified. Such fear would likely result in jerking movements, which would make the weights swing, causing more pain than just the stationary weight pulling at his balls.

The first time Mark saw the figure, not only did he add another one-pound weight to his balls, making it eleven pounds total, but he also attached clover clamps to his nipples, taking his time as he did so. A thick chain was hanging from each clamp, and the figure attached five pounds to each one. Although his face was obscured, the figure couldn't help smiling at the reaction he got when he did this, particularly when the figure massaged and pinched the nipples to get them hard enough to receive the clamps in the first place.

The clover clamps would naturally tighten on their own with each new strain put upon them. They would not be easily ripped off either, and that was what Jason counted on. The anonymous figure would return every hour, putting more weights on his nipples and balls. While his balls received only one pound at a time, his nipples received five pounds on each nipple.

Ten hours passed. Twenty pounds were hanging from Mark's balls, and fifty pounds were hanging from each nipple. It was agony for Mark to move even the slightest, even though the restraints were loose enough to grant him the ability to move.. that was the point. Give him the ability to move, but not the desire. The muscles in the legs and arms would tighten, scream for some kind of relief, but the pain of even the slightest movement would cause the weights to swing, making Mark desperate not to be able to move at all. Yet, eventually, he couldn't help it. He would move sometimes, just to alieviate the pain in his arms and legs. And immediately, as the weights would swing and tug, he would regret even trying.

Jason finally came in, just wearing a pair of black sweat pants, no shirt. He wasn't sure if Mark would recognize him. From the reaction, he doubted it.

Well, isn't that nice, he thought. I give you three years of my life and you don't even remember.

Jason chuckled, setting a large bag down on the floor. He went up to Mark and caressed his tight biceps, covered in sweat from the effort of not moving as much as possible. Jason said nothing, just smiled sadistically. His fingers lightly came to Mark's chest, caressing it, feeling it rise and fall with Mark's shallow, strained, frightened breathing. Jason slowly moved to his nipples, and he could see Mark was scared. He tensed up immediately,

Jason flicked his index finger against the clover clamp. He relished the tiny reaction he received as a result. He did the same to the other clover clamp. Then, he moved both of his hands along the chains attached to each nipple, and gently pushed them with his index finger, ever so slightly.

"Ah!" The cry was short, and relatively soft, considering, but the resulting movement, the writhing, was worth it. Mark's breathing increased, he gulped for air, his head rolled back and forth, and he began to moan softly.

Jason amused himself by gently pushing the chains back and forth, causing the weights to swing, causing Mark to writhe, though he didn't want to. Eventually, Mark began to sob. Tears filled his eyes, but he managed to hold them in.

Mark started to plead with him, offer him money, a favor, anything he wanted. Then he appealed to his sensibility, saying he'd never get away with what he was doing, that people would miss him, he'd get caught.

But the managers at the hostel would never be caught. The beauty of the hostel was that it was literally underground. On the surface was a reputable office building. No one there even knew of the existence of the secret tunnels below. The tunnels were old, dating back from the Prohibition era, desiged to allow the smuggling of illegal liquor, and refuge from the cops. Despite so many gangsters from that time being caught, no one seemed to give away these particular tunnels' existence.

So no one would think to look.

Jason knelt now, and caressed Mark's stomach. It had been a long time since he touched those firm abs. He licked his lips. Mark didn't want to be touched. That much was clear because he jerked away at his touch, no matter how much he tried not to move. Jason caressed and massaged his hips, then his ass, which naturally resulted in move desperate movements from Mark. Jason caressed his groin, then his thighs, massaging them. He brushed the back of his hand against Mark's limp cock. The resulting jerking was the most desperate yet, and the frantic cries of pain as the weights moved in a more forceful way made Jason's own cock throb with desire.

But he would not fuck Mark. That wasn't why he was there. He'd fuck him with objects, and maybe rape him later, but for now, he would have to get his rocks off with one of the other "guests" at the hostel.

Jason continued to massage Mark's thighs, and then his ass, and as he would do so, he purposely brushed his hand against Mark's cock, and the weights attached to his balls. After several minutes, Jason moved his hand to Mark's cock and began caressing it with just his index fingertip. He moved it in a spiral pattern all around the cock, up and down, enjoying the sight of it rising, no matter how much Mark would have preferred it stay limp. He caressed it with two of his fingers, then three, then four. Finally all five fingertips were caressing his now-rock hard cock. Mark was panting and sweating, moaning in pleasure, and pain, and dread. He couldn't keep still, no matter how much he desperately wanted to.

The gasp that resulted from Jason's flicking his index finger against Mark's right ball was delightful, music to Jason's ears. He flicked it several times in various places, harder each time. It was wonderful to see and hear Mark react to this torment. Jason continued this for several minutes, then did the same to the other ball. By then, Mark couldn't help but move in a desperate attempt to avoid Mark's flicking finger. His moans of pain were louder, shorter, his breathing increased in speed, he was sobbing. Again, Jason caressed Mark's still-hard cock with the back of his hand, for several minutes, then allowed his full hand to caress it, ever so gently at first, then more pressure was applied, and he slowly stroked it and then squeezed it. Jason was an expert in denying orgasm., which Mark seemed desperate to have at this point, judging by his movements. Yet he continued to moan in pain and sob. It was clear he didn't want to move at all.

With one hand, Jason grasped the top of Mark's cock, squeezing it tight. The other hand removed the weights from the parachute...

Mark seemed relieved, but Jason allowed this sense of false security to last for only a few minutes before he replaced the twenty pounds of weight with a twenty-five pound weight. Then he released Mark's cock, which would no doubt be unable to experiencerelease due to the intense pull on his balls.

That was the first time Mark screamed. The intense weight, having five pounds added instead of one pound, must have hurt like Hell.

And Jason hadn't even set it swinging...

Then again, as much as Mark didn't want to, Jason didn't need to set it swinging. It was easily swung on its own thanks to Mark's own writhing.

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campout this weekend



Mark not really a gym rat but does stay in pretty good shape. Tries to get at least one good work out a week at the local club. Maybe it is to check out the trainer. Although not sure any kind of work out could prepare him for this. Just as he is starting to get still and used to the stretching on his balls. Mark is startled as he hears the knob on the door start to open. In walks a stranger with a hood. They are holding a black leather bag. Mark begs for him to let him go but the hooded subject came towards Mark. Never acknowledging him sets down a medium sized bag. The mystery man must have sinced Mark was too comfortable and went over by a door and pressed a button. When he did Mark began to tremble as he hear what sounded like gears working then the tension in the cuffs began to tighten. The hooded stranger pressed the button again to stop it. At this time Mark could only touch the floor by the balls on the feet. The subject then walked back over reaching in the bag. Pulling out a shinny set of clamps with a chain on them. When the stranger started playing with Marks nipples his cock did twitch a bit but then soon freaked out realizing where they were going to go. Growing up even to this day Mark has always had sensitive nipples. He tried moving way but as he did the weight on his balls would start swinging faster. "Ehhheehe" His Plees became a loud screech when the first clamp was put on the left nipple. The scream was even worse when the clamp was added to the right nipple. Followed by some small wieghts. Before leaving the room the stranger added another wieght of some kind to whatever was attached to marks balls. When he let go of it the sudden dropping of the weight felt as if Mark had just been kicked in the nuts. Wincing in pain with a out of breath feeling. It was all he could do to try and find solid footing.

As time passed the hooded man would return adding weights to both Marks nipple clamps and to hid balls. The way they hung there it felt like any minute his balls could be just ripped off. The tears in Marks eyes from the constant pain. The door open he could tell it was someone new that walked in seemed a little taller and wasnt wearing a shirt. This man through down another bag but a heavier sounding one cause could hear a thud as it hit the ground causing mark to jump and all the weights to bounce.

Clear this guy was here to torment Mark he started to flick and pull on the nipple clamps expertly like he knew how sensitive the nipples were. Mark begged him to stop."Pl Pl plesse stop. Name your price. Let me go now and wont tell anyone. " The stranger didnt say a word only a chuckle. Which Mark had heard before but couldnt place it. The water in marks eyes made it impossible for mark to get a good look at the man.

As the stranger worked his way down marks body it was like he knew him and knew how to touch him that would drive him crazy. Mark barley able to speak "Ahhha! If it is Oooo! sex you want Shhh! Rerelease me and will give you the best blow job you ever had". When the stranger moved to his cock it didnt take much for the pain to start turning to pleasure . In fact mark ignored the pain in his well stretched balls and started moving his hips as the man teased and his cock. His cries turned to soft moans. As Mark was close to releasing the preasure that is when the stranger stopped.

Thinking maybe Mark had gotten through to him one by one the weights were removed from his balls. There was an intense rush of pain for a second as the relief came back in his very tender and sore balls. The relief was short lived as another weight that was much heavier was added. The pain sent a tidal wave through his balls the scream was high pitched enough could break glass. Amazingly Marks cock witha little precum leaking from his throbbing hard cock wanting to explode. As the man headed bad to the door Mark not sure he could take anymore but desperately wanting climax. He found himself almost trying to hump the air but only did it twice cause the pain was too much causing him to loose his erection. Has he hung there trying to take his mind of the pain he replayed the sound of the mans laugh to see if he could figure out who it is.So maybe could find a way to reason with him.

[ARomanova]

Jason returned a few hours later, allowing Mark to suffer without any more weights added. He smiled at the body before him when he approached. Nice and sweaty, face contorted in torment, the legs and arms struggling not to move. The weights on his nipples and balls moved ever so slightly with Mark's shallow breathing. Jason reached into the bag and pulled out a ten pound weight. He removed the five pound weight from Mark's left nipple, and enjoyed the pleas, protests, and cries from Mark as Jason put the ten pound weight on. He grinned at the reaction, waiting a while for him to calm down. He removed the five pound weight from the other nipple, and attached a ten pound weight to it. After Mark's reaction, Jason knelt down and added a five pound weight to Mark's seriously stretched, and most likely agonized, balls.

Jason took his time just watching and listening to Mark as he reacted, and only when he seemed to resign himself to his fate, did Jason stand up and caress his nipple again, and tap the chain so that it would swing ever so slightly and slowly at first, then gradually built up to more forceful, longer swings of the weight. He did this for several minutes, then watched and enjoyed Mark's reaction. Jason repeated this with his other nipple, This time, almost in protest, Mark moved, which of course only made the weights swing from his nipples and balls more forcefully than it would have been if he had just took it like a man... Jason relished his misery that Mark caused himself, waiting before he even touched Mark's right nipple for him to settle down. This took several minutes, and then Jason could get to work again. At the first touch, Mark jerked. Jason grinned and laughed, shaking his head. He continued this time to touch and torment his nipple, and swung the weight more forcefully than the left nipple's weight. The clover clamps would tighten with each pull.

Jason didn't know how long he did this, and honestly didn't care. He had nothing he would rather have been doing than this. He licked his lips, then knelt again.

By now, Mark probably figured out the pattern Jason was working on, and jerked in protest, shaking his head, pleading, crying out... but of course they fell on deaf ears. Jason caressed Mark's cock, with his full hand rather than just his fingertips this time. He used his fingertips to apply pressure every so often to his cock, and again handled this denial like the expert he was. At times, he moved his mouth ever so closely to Mark's cock, but never opened it, just enjoying Mark's tormented moves and moans. Jason had never had such an experience with thirty pounds of weights attached to his balls...He wondered what that felt like... He chuckled softly. He certainly never wanted to find out.

Jason denied release, and waited for the reaction, this time not just in pleasure and frustration, but renewed pain from the heavy weights swinging and pulling, before he caressed Mark's cock and jerked him off again, and again denied him release. He must have done this for hours! But Jason relished every moment of it, the pain eventually overtaking the pleasure Mark started to feel, and several times, Jason would again bring his mouth ever closer to Mark's throbbing cock... This time, he did open his mouth, and always let Mark see that it was open. But instead of sucking or licking, Jason simply breathed on Mark's cock, no doubt giving more pleasurable sensation to him... He did this several times, before finally licking his cock just a tiny bit. He only did this when the pain had overtaken the pleasure, when Mark was actually begging rfor him to STOP, rather than to let him cum. He kept the denial going several times, with this technique. Mark tortured himself by jerking, causing the weights to swing and pull. Eventually, Mark was reduced to tears. Each denial, Jason would wait until the weights would stop swinging before starting again. After only a few times, of course, it was apparent what Jason's main objective was. Torture Mark with pleasure, deny him relief, and watch as Mark tortured himself by jerking and writhing. After so many times, Mark seemed determined not to move at all. This was fine with Jason, who continued his torment, using one hand to caress his cock, while the other caressed his stretched balls, and after several times, swung the weights with considerable force as Mark was about to climax. How many times had Jason done this? He lost count at twelve. He even nibbled at times at Mark's foreskin, just a tiny love bite now and then.

Finally, Jason went to the wall and pushed the button. Mark felt his body lowered, and the tension in his arms reduced considerably. Mark was able to move, and even step if he wanted to, but as he tried, it was obvious that was a bad idea with the weights attached to him. He seemed confused, unsure to be relieved or frightened.

Mark's nipples each had fifty five pounds attached to the clamps. His balls had thirty pounds. The slightest movement would cause great pain with the weights swinging.

That was exactly what Jason wanted. Give Mark enough "rope to hang himself with," so to speak. Give him enough slack on his chains to allow Mark the possibility of moving, causing the weights to swing.

But Mark would no doubt be determined to stay as still as possible. That was fine with Jason. He allowed him to rest for a while - if you could actually call what he was doing "rest."

After a while, Jason walked behind Mark, where he could not see. Along the wall were a series of whips, canes, and a few cabinets and trolleys. Jason's own cock throbbed with desire as he selected a long, thick bamboo cane with metal rings every so often. He watched Mark's body, relishing the reaction, savoring it, as Jason swished the cane in the air. He did this several times, allowing the sounds of the swishing to cause fear to be implanted in Mark's mind, before finally stroking him on the right shoulder. He waited until Mark managed to stop moving and crying out before slashing him again, this time on the left shoulder. Jason expertly took his time, waiting until Mark seemed to lull himself into a false sense of security, or at least understood that the pain would not come for a while yet, before lashing him again. Jason lashed the middle of hs back, making x- shaped patterns, each lash criss-crossing the previous. He moved to his ass, striking his left cheek, then his right, then crossing each of them, and then his outer thighs. Finally he landed blows on his inner thighs, managing to have the air from the swish hit his balls, and the weights swing.

Twenty five lashes in all, and Jason took his time after each one, allowing Mark to react and always waited until he stopped moving and crying out before unleashing his fury on the next lash.

Jason took his time now, setting the cane back in its place, walking slowly back to Mark and coming out in front of him. Jason savored the look of Mark, his face contorted in pain, no doubt made worse by the swinging weights, which Mark set to move himself with his writhing and jerking. Jason savored his shalllow, tortured breathing, mixed with sobs. His body was covered with sweat. His muscles were trembling. Jason slowly grinned as he reached up and caressed his nipples again. No doubt Mark understood what was coming, and jerked in response, then cried out in pain at the movement of the weights. He was slowly reduced to helpless sobs as Jason continued to caress his chest, first his left side, then his right. Then he knelt down, and just the act of kneeling caused Mark to cry out and jerk in protest. Jason laughed heartily at this. This was exactly what he wanted, absolute TERROR from Mark. Terror, dread, and pleas for mercy. He was getting the terror, and he had no doubt that soon enough, he would get the other two...

Jason massaged Mark's sore ass, more forcefully than he had before, since now the purpose was to make the painful welts hurt even more. Mark wanted to get away from him, that much was obvious due to him jerking again. This was also something Jason desired from him. He continued the massage on his ass for a while, then his thighs, first his outer thighs, then his inner thighs. The back of his hands ever so lightly would brush every now and then against Mark's balls. No doubt this sent a message of what was to come. Jason knew the fear would rise in him, growing into terror as worse, and by the time Jason would finally get around to caressing his cock...

Jason went back to his preliminary torment, just with his fingertips, dragging it out slowly as he watched Mark succumb to despair, resigning himself to this fate... As time went on, Jason moved on to his whole fingers, then his full hand, listening to the sobs of frustration and dread, knowing that he would have to remain still and not move in order to prevent the weights from swinging... and yet, he couldn't help it. Mark knew it, Jason knew it. The longer this went on, the more desperate Mark would be ffor relief, and the more desperate he was, the more he would feel compelled to move.

Jason removed the five pound weight, leaving the twenty-five pound weight, and adding a ten pound weight, making it thirty-five pounds total which hung from his balls. As he watched Mark react, and listened to him, Jason stood up with two ten pound weights and deftly removed the five pound weights from each nipple. Mark was horrified, knowing this was coming, pleading, shaking his head. He even was stupid enough to writhe, trying to somehow get away, but of course it only made things worse. Jason attached one of the weights to the fifty pound weight hanging from his left nipple, and after he waited for his reaction to subside, attached the other one to the other fifty pounds on his right nipple.

Since Jason was standing, he decided to reach up and massage Mark's welt-covered shoulders, walking around behind him. He massaged the skin expertly to make the pain worse than it had already been. He moved down to his back, then his ass, and thighs again. He relished and savored every moment, every jerk, every cry, every sob, every gasp, every tortured moan, grunt, groan... Jason walked back in front of Mark and knelt in front of him again, caressing his cock again. The reaction was instantaneous, jerking and pleading, then crying out in pain as the weights did their natural thing. Again and again Jason brought him to the brink, taking his time to torment him with love bites on his cock, a few tender licks every now and then, and caressing his balls.

How long had this been going on? Jason couldn't tell. Time flies when you're having fun, after all.

Jason rose and stared at Mark, licking his lips seductively, enjoying the tortured look on his face, before moving behind him again.

Time for some more tenderizing, Jason thought, selecting a long bullwhip which was braided, with metal shards braided into it. Again, he tortured Mark's mind by swishing the air, watching him jump and cry out in horror as the whip cracked. But it never struck him. Several times, Jason struck the air. Again and again Mark jerked on his own, without any pain to force him...

Or perhaps he was just hoping that Jason would think he was in pain, that his body had been struck by the whip, in order to lead him on so that he wouldn't actually strike him? Maybe Mark got that idea later, but it certainly wasn't in his mind then. All Mark seemed to think of was how much this lashing would hurt, and wonder when the whip would actually strike him. No dout he also could tell that, from the sheer sound of it, this was not the same thing he had been struck with before. Jason allowed himself to strike the air twenty-five times total, before finally landing a blow on Mark's back.

(he'll receive 25 lashes from this, if you want to bring us forward after your reactions, and then more denial, five pounds added to his nipples and balls, more denial, then 25 lashes with something else, then the process repeats)

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Mark having no since of time since being left there by the stranger. His muscles in his shoulders and legs ache so much. The metal on the cuffs digging in to his wrists. Mark feels he needs to keep moving slightly to get some relief. Which causes extreme pain in his balls especially. The extra weight tugging at his testicles almost feel like they are being squeeze out. Almost like a tube of toothpaste. When the stranger came back except for the wobbling of the legs Mark was almost completely still. Mark tried to arch his chest away from the stranger when he started tormenting his nipples. The stranger smiled knowing he just hit a tender spot. Mark let out a loud yelp slurring his speech "Yooou Fuuuucking asshole!" as he made the weights swing and they hit each other. Sending a vibration to the nipples the teeth of the clamps digging in further.

When the stranger started focusing on Marks cock. He had that sensation again and was instantly hard and began panting like a dog. With moans and cries of pain encouraging the stranger not to stop no matter how much it hurt. The stranger between the breathing on his cock and the licking kept getting Mark on the verge but never gave him the satisfaction. Making sure to allow the pain to take over. The process repeated so much it got to the point the pain was so strong that Marks cock just stayed limp. Even when the stranger started nibbling at his cock. Mark's cock would flinch a bit but would refuse to get fully erect. Mark started thinking maybe he does know his tormentor. Cause remembering he had a old lover that would nipple at his foreskin the same way. Mark was still in too much pain to figure out a name.

When it seemed like he couldn't take anymore. The stranger would stop for a bit this time adding heavier weights to Marks nipple clamps and balls.The feeling of the stretching of Marks balls almost felt like they were below his knees. The nice thing was he was lowered to where his feet touched the ground and had more freedom to move. All this did was add to his suffering cause when he moved to avoid something the bouncing of the weights would make him cry out. Mark having that out of breath feeling began to flinch when he heard the swishing sound in the air. Just when he thought it was nothing is why a strike of a cane hit is back. And then would do so again with delayed strikes. Couldnt tell how many it was when he stopped. Continued to tease Mark getting him aroused again. Before switching to a bull whip with metal spikes that opened up some of the welps from the caning it. The stranger kept this up trying various whips the place had provided. The last one was the worst. It was similar to a bull whip but had these split ends that would hit multiple locations with each strike. This caused Mark to jump because the first part would land on marks flesh and then another in another location. Mark was pretty much a blubbering mess. As the stranger worked down his body with that whip. The last strike Mark could remember is when it hit is inner thigh. The seperate part of the whip made direct contact with the weight dangling between marks legs. The force caused the weight to swing so hard and violently some how the parachute slid down and when this happened it made it to where one of Mark's testicles was now supporting all of the weight the other squeezed out the top of the parachute. Mark let out the highest pitch scream just before his body went limp and he passed out.

Mark hanging there was brought back conscience by one of the hooded guys they used smelling salts and slapped his face until he came too. To keep from getting dehydrated the hooded guy forced a bottle of water down marks throat. When he left Mark adjusted himself but was quickly reminded of the pain with his one testicle holding the weight.

[ARomanova]

Jason was sitting on a chair behind Mark, and nodded in thanks to the hooded man before he left. Jason got up and removed the parachute... only to put it back on, with still another weight added to it.

With all of the weights added to his balls and nipples, in between the vicious whipping, and the long-drawn-out denial sessions, Jason was pleasantly surprised that Mark lasted so long. His nipples currently had seventy-five pounds on each nipple, and his balls had fifty pounds. That was the most Jason intended to put on them - for now. He wanted to se how much he could take.

Each whipping, between the denial sessions, was twenty-five lashes, except the cat o' nine tails, which Jason administered fifty lashes. Jason got up and began massaging his back, enjoying the moans of pain at his touch. Mark's back had to be burning, and the massaging only would make things worse with the way Jason worked his hands. After a while, he moved in front and again began tormenting Mark's nipples. Clover clamps, Jason knew, could handle a lot of weight. Jason spent more time on his nipples than before, making the weights swing and pull, enjoying Mark's cries of pain. They semed to be constant as Jason continued his torment.

Jason knelt and the slightest touch of his hand seemed to get Mark actually begging him not to touch him. Jason smiled with glee and caressed Mark's cock, once again bringing him to the brink of orgasm several times. He had to admire his skills. It took a lot to get Mark hard with so much pain, but he managed to do it. When his cock was hard, Jason reached into the nearby bag and pulled out a small rod. It was about a quarter-inch thick, metal, ridged. Jason pulled back Mark's foreskin and presssed the rod against him, and gently slid the rod into Mark's urethra. It was only a partly in, just enough to enjoy Mark's horror and reaction to this new pain, relishing the automatic stiffness of Mark's body. Jason continued to slide the rod in, just a bit more. This continued for quite a while, and Jason enjoyed the reaction Mark gave to this pain growing worse and worse. At times, Jason would twist and turn the rod, rather than move it up and down. That must have hurt like hell, and Mark reacted accordingly. After this, Jason started withdrawing the roc, which seemed to slowly give Mark some kind of false sense of security that this was over. Of course, Jason never withdrew the rod completely, and slowly fucked his urethrea with the rod, twisting and turning it as he moved it up and down his shaft. The speed increased as time went on, making the pain worse. Finally, Jason was satisfied and inserted the rod until it reached the base of Mark's cock, still leaving about two inches outside.

Perfect for the electrricity later, Jason thought.

Jason reached into the bag again and pulled out a metal cock ring. This ring was able to be tightened with a screw. He slid it over Mark's cock and attached it to the base, slowly tightening it. As it grew tighter, Jason stared up at Mark's eyes, watching as they widened and filled with tears of pain as the spikes from the inside of the cock ring made their presence known. At the natural response of the cock going slightly limp, Jason worked again to torment the cock with denial, and then fucked it with the rod again. Not really able to keep the cock erect enough to have the spikes be that much of a torment, Jason began licking and biting Mark's cock more fervently than before, and finally he began sucking. As Mark's cock finally hardened, Jason turned the screw on the ring and the spikes dug in. Despite the wish to go limp, Mark's cock seemed unable to do so, locked in place it seemed, by the rod.

That was Jason't plan.

Jason pulled out something else from the bag, something that made Mark's blood run cold. A large dildo, about three feeet long, and four inches wide. It was metal, with ridges... and tiny metal rounded studs in between the ridges.

Jason stood up and presented it to Mark, licking his lips. He twirled it around, slowly so that Mark could see the gooodies that were on it, then walked behind him, twirling the dildo like a baton.

Jason knlt down and started inserting a finger into Mark's rectum. He massaged his prostate, and smiled at Mark's tormented, humiliated, ashamed sobs. Jason took his time, inserting two fingers, then three, then four, and by the time he did that, was able to insert the dildo without much resistance - at least the physical kind from his rectum. Mark's own cries and body movements of course conveyed plenty of resistance. Just how Jason wanted it.

Again, Jason took his time, inserting only a little of the dildo at a time, ensuring that Mark would feel the pain every moment. Jason did the same as he did with the rod, twisting and turning it at various moments, rather than fucking him directly. Oh, yes, the pain must have ben overwhelming. But Jason continued to make it worse, and slowly began fucking him with the dildo, then increasing his speed, until Mark was constantly begging him to stop.

But Jason didn't stop. He made it hurt worse by fucking and twisting the dildo at the same time. He continued this for a good long while - or maybe it only seeemed to be a long while to Mark who was forced to endure this torture.

The dildo of course was not meant to be fully inserted. Jason fucked him with it and finally let it rest about a foot and a half in. Jason took a break, allowing Mark to recover and adjust to this new situation he was in. Jason brought the bag behind Mark so he couldn't see what was coming next.

Jason put on a pair of soft leather gloves. Against the skin, the leather would feel rather nice, sensual, seductive.

At least, the outside, on the back of the hand. On the inside of the hand, however, were riny rounded metal studs all over the palms.

Jason got up and walked in front of Mark again, and caressed Mark's nipples with the back of his hands, both nipples at once, rather than one at a time like he had been doing. Jason knew this would drive Mark crazy. With how sore they no doubt were, it was a confusing sensation to have this soft leather against them. Even though the clamps and weights were still on, Jason focused his attention on the areas around the nipples, knowing how arousing that was for him. He stared into Mark's eyes, unfeeling, until he saw them fill with renewed pain, no doubt as he felt the spikes from the cock ring dig in again.

Jason knelt again, and already Mark seemed to be pleading for him not to touch him. Jason smiled and caresed Mark's cock with the back of his hand, tightening the cock ring as he managed to make the cock harder even a little. Then Jason focused on the denial again, seductively caressing his shaft, and sucking his cock longer than he had before. He loved to hear Mark's sobbing. He savored it.

Jason stopped and caressed Mark's horribly stretched balls. The sot leather had to feel interesting on them. Jason listened and observed Mark's body as he reacted to the stiimulation, and then gave him the surprise.

Jason turned his hand and began softly caressing Mark's poor balls with the studded part of the glove. He caressed him ever so gently, and enjoyed Mark's fear and dread as revealed by his body's movements and sounds. After a while, when Mark was moaning in torment, Jason would squeeze his balls, ever so lightly, for only a second. It was just to give him a heads-up as to what awaited him. Jason continuedcaressing Mark's balls, then squeezing them again, and after a while, the squeezing would be tihter and last longer,

Jason waited until the right time when Mark was in complete torment before he finally squeezed his balls with one hand, tighter than ever. This time, he did not let go for more than thirty seconds. Jason stopped, and removed his hand. He gave Mark a chance to "recover" as best he could, before squeezing again, tighter and squeezing longer than before.

Jason did this many times, until finally he decided that it was the right time. He smacked Mark's balls with full force, waited, smacked again, waited, and again.

Jason enjoyed this very much. In fact, it must have lasted two hours just with the smacking. After a while, he tightened the cock ring, even though Mark's cock was understandably limp, and Jason squeezed Mark's cock, allowing him to taste the studs on his cock. He did this several times, and smacked his cock a few times as well, then paused, and smiled. With one hand, he squeezed Mark's balls, and with the other, he squeezed his cock, both at the same time. After several minutes of this, Jason pulled Mark's cock and balls, and twisted them, but never released them. Mark's screams rang through Jason's ears like the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard. After a while, Jason laughed softly and decided to move Mark's still-squeezed balls, making the weights swing.

Jason savored the agony he put Mark in. The text messages, the nude photos, the credit card receipts, the phone calls... they all lashed through Jason's mind, along with the constant denials. Finally following Mark to the restaurants, the bars, the hotels... and more denials. Until finally he confronted them both in the middle of that restaurant where he had the nerve to take him on their first date.

Alll those denials were why Jason decided to focus so much on the denial of orgasms. They were just a metaphor, a physical manifestation of the torture Jason had endured with Mark's denials of the affiars. It wasn't just one guy, either. There were several.

Jason was having his say, and there was nothing Mark could do about it.

After a long time of squeezing, smacking, pulling and twisting with the studded glove, Jason seemed to have had enough. He got up and sat down in the chair behind him, pndering what he shoud do next.

Burn marks were permanent, that was why Jason chose to avoid things like cigaretes for now. He wondered if he should whip Mark's cock and balls, or if he should wait until after... he electricity...

The people who ran the hostel had provided several things which could torture with electricity. The ddildo, the rod, even the cock ring, the clover clamps, they could all be used to shock with the right ingenuity. When they asked Jason the tools he would like, they suggested a cattle prod. This way, it could shock whatever aread it was applied to without clamps, wires, or anything else. They also gave him a rheostat, in case he wanted to electrify the rod and/or dildo, and suggested he could even apply clamps to his balls and they could shock them.

In fat, they demonsttrated on another unfortunate prisoner how one could create a circuit which would run from the sounding rod, into and out of the cock, through the balls, throuh the rectum, and back, in a continuous agonizing shock as long as the current was on.

Jason got up and brought the rheostat over to Mark, attaching a clamp to the end of the sounding rod. He attached alligator clamps to both of Mark's balls, and then attached a cord to the end of the dildo. Finally, to ensure the circuit would be continuous, Jason clamped Mark's big toe. This would stop the current from going out to the floor.

Jason got the chair and set it in front of Mark. He wanted to see his agonized face when he did this. Electricity was the thing that caused the most amount of pain in all of the prisoners Jason had tormented before this. He'd received personal instructions from a torturer in Equatorial Guinea who specialized in this.

Shocks would never last shorter than thirty seconds. But you would have to wait at least thirty seconds before you could shock again. The true beauty of the shocks were that just because the current was turned off, did not mean the pain stopped. It subsided a little, but it never went away. And depending on where on the body you chose to shock the person, the shocks could last for hours without any thirty-second breaks.

But Jason decided to work Mark over gradually. He set the voltage to a mild setting, one that actually could give pleasure, and allowed that to last for a few minutes, watching as Mark's tormented face grew to be pained as he couldn't help but move, making the weights swing and pull once again. Jason turned off hte current as he noticed the tell-tale signs of an upcoming orgasm. He smiled at Mark's frusrated reaction. It was delightful! The frustration was clear! Jason waited for longer than the thrity seconds, watied until Mark's body seemed able to take another shock without cumming.

Jason continued this for hours, allowing him to deny Mark many times. At some points, Jason actually tightened the cock ring, and due to the stimulation, it was able to make its presence more felt than ever without allowing his cock to go limp. Even if it did, it would be aroused again by the electricity.

Now came the fun part. As Jason continued with the mild, pleasurable shock, he switched the voltage up a bit to cause pain. It was still mild pain, but enough to send a message to Mark that this could, if Jason wished, get much worse to endure. Jason allowed the painful voltage to last for thirty seconds before turning it down back to the pleasurable setting. He did this many times, each time increasing the voltage of the painful shocks. Finally, Jason turned off the shock entirely. He waited for five minutes, watching as Mark reacted in torment. Then Jason turned the current on again.

This time, it was a fiery burst of pain, rather than the pleasurable massaging, that flew into Mark's cock, balls, and ass. Try as Mark did, he was unable to remain still, and jerked his body, making the weights swing wildly as he screamed.

Jason allowed the shock to last for five minutes, surprising even himself with that level of cruelty, before turning the current off.

(the next shock will be higher voltage)

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Mark making all kinds of aching sounds. Doing his best to stay still but just wasnt possible. It felt like any moment the one testicle that was supporting all that weight would just bust off. He let out a loud grunt when the stranger stepped in front of him. "Please I beg you no more." Mark let out a sigh as he removed the parachute for a minute to re-adust it. The look on Marks face as the intense pain shot through his balls. As the blood begain circulating again and his balls started to swell up some making it difficult to reattach the parachute for the stranger who grinned as he felt how full the balls were from the constant edging. The stranger had no intention of letting up. The stranger let go of the parachute Mark yelped as he felt the instant tug on his balls he could tell more weight was added but now at least supported by both of his balls. Not seeing where the stranger went the suspense him on edge as he felt the sting of the cat. The weights on his body swinging violently. By the time the lashes stopped Mark was a blubbering mess. Some of the previous welps on his back braking skin. Anywhere mark was touched on his back made him jump. Really Mark being as broken as he was just any touch caused him so much missery. Mark gritting his teeth the stranger flicking and twisting his nipples. It was no use to turn way just made the pulling and twisting worse and then had the added pain in his crotch.

Mark hoping his body wouldnt let the tormenter any satisfaction tried to concentrate on dulling the pain. But all the pent up pressure in is loins couldnt help it when the stranger fondled seductively marks seven inch cock when completely hard. The head throbbing not able to see what was happening but felt something at the entrance of his cock that sent mark in a frenzy. Mark a screaming mess on his tippy toes the muscles on his thighs tightening as slowly a metal rod like device was inserted into his cock back and forth the ridges on the rod scraping there way in. The stranger made sure to cause Mark much pain as possible by taking his time with each movement until the rod was in his cock as far as it would go. The inside of his cock very sensitive and was very inflamed from the scraping of the ridgid rod. There was a pause for a moment long enough for his noises to calm down some. When he felt a ring being slid over is barely erect cock. Which imediatly started to shrink as the spikes from the ring dug in. The stranger not liking that began working Marks cock with his mouth. Mark wad on the verge or cuming practicly trying to fuck the strangers face but no such luck for Mark. The ring was tightend as far as could go and with one push the rod inserted back into Marks cock. Making sure there is no way for Mark to blow his wad. This setup also wouldnt alow Marks to go soft even though it was trying to.

Mark could hear a rustling in the bag. And then the stranger stood up to show him what he had in his hand. Marks eyes grew large when he saw that. A large dildo with all kinds of stud. Mark's ass fairly tight normally in most relationships he has been in as been the giver and not receiver. Probably due to being a take charge lawyer. Really in most cases mark is taker only really concerned with himself. Knowing that this thing could rip him open especially without any lube. Shaking his head no.This was the first time Mark got a good look at the strangers face. He imediately reconized who it was. Marks throat parched from the crying and screaming. More like whisper said "Jason." As Jason slowly walked behind him with a smile on his face. Just knowing he is going to be giving it to him this time. Jason was nice and worked Mark's ass with his fingers first be for slowly inserting that dildo into Marks ass and like the rod in is cock it scraped and scratched its way in Mark was walling the pain so much that didnt notice the swinging of the weights on his nipples that some how tangled up and were pullimg in opposite directions. His ass getting that revenge fuck. When he stopped Mark musy have felt like a stuck hog. With part of a dildo sticking out of his ass and a rod sticking out his cock. As he sat there in missery he couldn't help but think about how things were left with Jason. He saw Jason step back in front of him. "Jason I am sorry. I know I put you through alot." Jason smiled as Mark cried out begging him to stop as he made his way down Marks body torturing is tender cock and balls. The smacking of the balls were the worse with the weights swinging. A few times Mark almost passed out only to be brought back with a hard squeeze with the studded glove on his very full and swollen balls. It seemed like no matter how much Mark pleaded for mercy it was just like white noise. In fact the more noise Mark made the worse it got.

Mark got real nervous when he saw Jason bring a box with a bunch of wires and clamps on it. He attached one to the rod sticking out his cock. And then "Ahhhhhgggg!" Allagator clamps dug into each of his testicles. Another placed on his toe and the dildo in his ass. Then he flipped on. Mark jumped but the setting actually had a good feeling to mark. Blushing a little he rocked his body some. His cock would stiffen causing the spikes to dig in but would be worth it to cum at this point. But Jason would stop that and increase the shocks before any pleasure would happen. Marks balls from all the torments were bright red and very full. When it seemed like Mark couldnt take anymore Jason wanted to really find out attched a wire to Marks nipple clamps and turned the voltage as high as it would go. And then flipped it on. The violent shaking that went through Marks body was a sight to seemed like he was going to jump out of the restraints his toes curling a feeling of the inside of his cock and ass were being burned from the inside. Mark let out one last high pitched scream before he passed out again his body convulsing Even with the machine turned off. His cock going so limp the rod in his cock slid out and a stream of uncontrollable piss came out. Jason left to let the hooded guards tend to Mark. They cleaned up the mess and not able to get the rod back in his limp cock. The guard ran another wire from the machine with a alligator clamp and clamped it down over the head of his cock. To test it they set the machine to medium and flipped it on. Marks toes curled as he cried out. They turned off the machine and let Jason know he is ready again. Mark wimpering in missery as the slightest move caused him great pain.

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Jason smiled as he looked at Mark, savoring his suffering. So, Mark finally recognized him. Good. He wondered how long it would take.

Jason continued to smile, surveying Mark, allowing them both some time to contemplate everything that they shared with each other. Their deepest, darkest fears, their hopes, their most secret desires and fantasies...

Jason knew how to turn all of his former fiance's fantasies and desires and turn them into his greatest fears.

There was a time when the two of them were almost like fucking machines, although they loved to take it slow and never speed up to the point of pain, the way Jason was now.

Jason shocked Mark on the low, more pleasurable speed again, toying with him. As he seemed to near climax, Jason would increase the voltage, and when he was "tired" of the screaming and jerking, Jason would go back to the pleasureable setting. It got to the point that Mark would beg for him to turn the electricity off even while it was on the lower setting. Jason relished doing this, causing the shocks to last for hours on end before finally removing the clamps and wires.

Jason picked up the box and took it back to the cabinet. He put on a different pair of gloves, this one with harsh velcro on the palms. He proceeded to treat Mark's cock and balls the same way that he had the studded glove.

Once Mark was reduced to constant crying and wailing, Jason stopped.

Jason pulled out a small leather whip, no thicker than an extension cord and no longer than a simple shoelace, with knots at various points.Jason trailed the thing along Mark's skin.

By now, of course it must have been clear that nothing good would ever be done to stop Jason.

Over the next few hours, Jason slowly began whipping Mark's cock and balls with the leather cord. After Jason was satisfied with this, he again caressed Mark's cock and balls with the velcro glove, sending Mark into a frenzy of pain.

More hours passed. How long had he been torturing Mark? It was hard to say, but Jason was glad he had those Five-Hour Energies handy. He probably drank four of them at least, but surprisingly he was able to handle it just fine.

Jason removed the weights from Mark's nipples and then the nipple clamps, then used the studded gloves to torment his chest and get the circulation returning to his nipples. Then Jason fucked Mark slowly with the dildo again, then faster and harder, and twisted it this way and that, until he finally pulled the whole thing out. It was spattered with blood. Jason snickered, then removed the cock ring. He caressed Mark's cock with both hands, one wearing the studded glove and one with the velcro, while also breathing, licking, and love-biting. He took his time, knowing the seventy-five pounds of weight were still on the parachute on Mark's balls, and this stimulation would be agonizing and frustrating. He waited until Mark was literally screaming for him to stop before actually obliging. He then removed the parachute from Mark's balls, and massaged them, again with both the studded and velcro glove at the same time. He brought Mark to the brink once again, several times, before finally stopping. Leaving Mark in agony as he couldn't help trying to hump the air, Jason left.

An hour later, the hooded guards returned and took Mark to their infirmary. There, he was cared for with expertise, and taken to a cell.

How much time passed, Mark didn't have any way of knowing. He was given food and water and toiletries, allowed to bathe with supervision. He was continued to be cared for with regards to his medical needs. He certainly needed it.

Mark was brought to another room and laid upon a table with his legs and arms spread wide, attached to painful ropes at opposite ends of the table, one rope each attached to his wrists and ankles. Mark could do nothing but gaze around the room, his fear growing as he saw the various insruments on display. His heart slammed into his chest and he whimpered as he heard the door open and close. Soon Jason's face was directly over his, a stoic stare regarding him, without any heart.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting," Jason finally said. "I bet you've just been on... pins and needles." He snickered at his awful joke. "Get ready for another day in Hell."

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Mark''s heart was racing is body spasming. He couldn't take his eyes of Jason when he circled him like a shark circles his prey. The Jason Mark knew never had a mean bone in his body. Maybe it was because he was too nice when they were together. That let Mark's mind wonder when he met another lover. He saw Jason fixing to flip the button on the machine. His body stiffened up waiting for the pain. But the shocks were light. A pleasurable feeling the only real pain when he moved causing the weights to swing. Mark would start moaning has his cock would start getting erect that is when Jason would turn the machine to the highest setting just long enough to cause Mark to scream and shake wildly just before his cock would go limp. This cycle would continue several times. By the time Jason turned the machine off. Mark was almost to the point of passing out. With some much needed relief Jason removed the clamps from Marks cock and balls. You could actually see the teeth marks that dug into Mark's cock.

Jason walked away for a moment as Marks body still shaking uncontrollably. "Ugggggg no more. " He couldn't help but try and jump away when he felt Jason reach from behind and grab his cock with that very rough velcro glove. The weights swinging every direction. When Mark would try and pull away Jason would tighten his crip squeezing and jerking his cock and balls. The velcro felt almost like sand paper scratching his already tender cock. Since Mark has been teased so much he was kept horny not matter how much pain Jason. Mark would tell him to stop but deep down wanted Jason to keep going but was always left frustrated to the point Mark wanted to give up. Wimpering from the need to release.

When Jason stepped away he always came back with something new to torture Mark with. This time a small little whip it really didnt look like much. But was almost more then Mark could bare. Jason focused the assault on Marks cock and balls. Continued lashes on the shaft of his highly sensitive cock causing tiny whelps. Once his cock went limp Jason started landing the strikes on his balls. Some times the nots on the whip would catch directly on a testicle making it feel as though Mark got thumped in the nuts. Felt like the wind was getting knocked out of him. Wasnt until sounded like he was going to puke that he stopped and focused on his chest first slowly opening the clamps on his nipples practically ripping them off. The blood rushing back in the nipples had Mark yelping like a dog. The nipples a bright red. As Jason squeezed and massaged them with the velcro gloves. He kept one hand squeezing a nipple and breast the other hand reached behind and started fucking Marks ass with that Dildo that he nearly forgot. Working it violently back and forth until Mark was brought to a stream of tears. His eyes got wide with a look of dispair when the dildo was brought to Marks face showing him the blood that was on it.

Mark's pain slowly coming down he was lulled into thinking it was all over as Jason removed the parachute from his balls. But didnt last long Jason continued to work Marks cock and very swollen balls. Bringing him close to the edge before bringing him back down by slapping his cock and balls until soft and starting over again. Jason must have been exhausted as well he got Mark to the edge one last time before giving it a hard squeeze then leaving. When Jason got to the door Mark hoping he would show him some mercy says in a low crackly tone "I am sorry..Never meant to hurt you."

The door closes Mark is left hanging there his cock throbbing and still very erect. He closes his eyes moving in a rhythm thinking about the sex him and Jason had. Especially when Jason would go down on him and after Mark had an orgasm in Jasons mouth they would kiss and Jason would feed Mark his own cum. Back to reality Mark was just about to blow his load when a hooded guard walked in. Gave him a punch to the groin. Causing Mark to lose it. They proceeded to release Marks restraints and secure his hands behind his back. His knees very wobbly making it difficult to walk they led him to the medical are. Along the way to Mark it felt like he was taking a walk of shame. As he was naked and felt like all eyes on him. Each step was difficult as Marks very full and sore balls as they bounced felt like he was getting kicked there. When he got to the infirmary they gave Mark an aspirin and applied some different creams on his whelps which caused the wounds to sting. When they finished with the wounds. Since it was made clear that Mark was not allowed to cum they attached a small chasity device with a lock. Marks swollen balls did make it difficult to attach causing it to pinch his skin as they applied it. They then threw him in a cell with a large dog pillow on the floor. It had a shower and place for him to use the restroom. After being there for several hours. Mark managed to get comfortable he did offer some resistance when the hooded guards showed up they had to drag Mark kicking and screaming to another room and laid him on a table stretching his wrist and ankles out wide and attaching each to a corner of the table. Since Mark gave them a hard time they put him on a special table. The rope his ankles and wrists are attached to. a pully system that can be turned on. They turned it to wear you can see Marks mucsles are staining in both his arms and legs. Mark laid there until he saw Jason with an evil grin on his face. Mark begged Jason "No more. I will do anything you want. Whatever it takes to make you happy. We can be lovers like old times?" Jason just laughed.

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Jason stared at his former lover, a hard, steely expression.

"You will spend the rest of your life with me," he vowed, "but we will never be lovers again." He paused, and caressed Mark's still sensitive cock, making Mark whimper and groan. "At least, when we fuck, it won't be pleasant for you. I don't think you could call it love."

Jason set to work, as Mark groaned and grunted. Jason once again focused on getting Mark hard. His balls were nice and swollen, despite the chastity device. Jason removed it and massaged his balls. As his groans grew louder and more pained, Jason started caressing them and soon moved to his cock. Mark sobbed, unable to do anything to protect himself. Jason continued for a while, then launched right into sucking him. Once again, Jason waited until Mark was on the brink, then stopped. Mark screamed in frustration, unable to even jerk his body to try to hump the air. Hours seemed to pass with this torture, and Mark's poor balls continued to swell. Finally, Jason stopped and reached for something in a nearby leather bag. It was a metal device which consisted of two plates which were curved. Inside were tiny spikes. They were connected by a small screw.

Jason smiled and presented the device to Mark, allowing him to see first the plates, then watched his eyes widen when he revealed the spikes on the inside, glinting with malice. Mark whimpered in fear, then gasped as Jason turned the screw, watching as the empty device's plates grew closer to each other. Mark shrieked and shook his head frantically, begging, but his cries fell on deaf ears. Jason placed the device around Mark's left testicle. Slowly, he started turning the screw. At first, it wasn't so bad, but soon enough, Mark seemed to go rigid and his eyes widened. He gasped as his ball was slowly crushed and the spikes made their presence known. He shrieked several times.

But Jason only crushed it a little bit. This was going to last several hours, and he wanted to make it last. That was why he wanted to do one ball at a tiem.

Jason went to the wall and pressed a button. Mark shrieked and groaned as his arms and legs were stretched further. He cried out in pain, his head jerking. After a while, Jason stopped.

He'd tortured many at the hostel with this device. It would be a long while before Mark's shoulders would be ready to dislocate. The point of stretching was to do it slowly, over a period of hours, even days if you really wanted ti, and the real beauty was that the pain would not end. In fact, it would grow worse.

"Did you know that in the original book of 'The Princess Bride' that Westley was tortured for ninety days, with all kinds of means?" Jason asked casually.

Jason grabbed a small pinwheel device and pressed a button on it, making the blades turn slowly. He brought it to Mark's left chest, allowing it to strike him. The fear in Mark's eyes made Jason's mouth water as he made the device circle like a shark around his chest, with the clear aim of getting directly to his nipple. He took his time, sometimes getting close to it only to move the device away and circle further back from it. He played with this for a while, and finally set the device against Mark's nipple, when Mark was already anxious and frightened. He allowed the device to torture his nipple for several minutes, increasing the speed gradually, and finally stopped. Mark was a shrieking, sobbing, screaming, head-jerking mess. Then Jason moved, without lowering the speed, to Mark's right chest. Mark shrieked and pleaded, but to no avail. The torture lasted longer this time, before it even got to Mark's nipple.

But just when Mark thought the device would get to his nipple, Jason took it away, and instead set it against Mark's partially crushed ball, listening to the symphony of screams that resulted. As Jason held the device there, after several minutes, Jason turned the screw on the crusher just a half-turn, relishing in the agonized screams which resulted.

How <i>did</i> Jason come to be this kind of person? When they were together, Jason didn't even like to give spankings with his hand, and he certainly never liked to receive pain. How did he sudenly come to be an expert in torture?

It didn't make sense. But perhaps... someone in a nearby cell might be able to shed some light on that.

When he was satisfied, Jason moved the pinwheel directly to Mark's right nipple, watching and enjoying the resulting screams.

Hours passed. Every so often, Jason would turn the screw on the crusher, or jiggle it, or torment his balls, both of them, with the pinwheel at high speed in addition to torturing his sensitive nipples. After a while, Jason placed another crusher on Mark's right ball and proceeded to work that one over. Jason would stop at various times to go to the wall and press the button to stretch Mark's body further. Jason knew exactly what he was doing. Sometimes, he would even lessen the tension on the rack, bringing just a tiny bit of relief. Then he would stretch him further than he had been before that. He chuckled softly. That was how interrogations worked in the Middle Ages. You'd get the subject talking after they had been in pain for so long, then lessen the tension to give them relief, a "reward" if you will, for answering your questions. Then, at the really hard ones, if they refused to say what you wanted them to, you'd stretch them again, and it would hurt even more than it had initially.

This was exactly what Mark was going through. After a while, he would leave Mark. Hours later, he would return to continue his torture. There was no relief in sight for Mark.

And despite all this, Mark's shoulders had not been dislocated yet. That would come soon enough though. But the body could endure a great deal of stretching before that, if handled by an expert like Jason.

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Mark laid on the table his limbs spread to each corner. He was shaking trying to think of other things as Jason stroked his very aroused cock. He gulped as Jason said there was no love and any fucking would be painfull for Mark. All Jason wanted to do was cause Mark great pain and to see him suffer. Just the slightest of touch of Marks swollen and full balls ache. Tears running down his face. Wanting him to stop. "Jason I know I have done you wrong. I know you must hate me for what I have done. Please Please stop not sure I cant take anymore. Release me from these ropes and I promise to make it right and prove my love to you. " Jason just grinned as he went down on Mark. Sucking his cock getting him just to the edge before stopping. It was almost more then Mark could take the moans of pain switched to moans of pleasure. Mark could just feel the cum at the tip of his cock. Just about to explode. "OHhhh feels so good babe please dont stop." When Jason stopped to reach in bag. Mark violently jerks his right hand forgetting it was secured trying to grab Jason by the hair to force him back down on his cock.

Jason showed Mark a metal plate with a screw on it. At first he didnt think much of it but when Jason showed him how it worked. Mark his eyes filled with fear "Please no.." Grimacing a bit as Jason fondled Marks balls finding his left testicle and putting it between the plates."Ugghhh!" Is all you heard from Mark as the teeth dug in to the flesh of his testicle and the first few turns of the screw was applied. Jason walked away behind Mark where he couldnt see him. Hoping that was it but by now should have known better. There was a click and then could hear a motor start to slowly turn that is when Mark could feel the tension in his arms and legs. When the roped started moving on his legs it spread them out wider stoping short of making mark do the splits. This gave Jason better accesss to Marks package and also was a greater strain to the groining area. He was is in a new misery of being stretched all he heard between his moans and screems was "blah blah blah" When Jason spoke of how this was used in the movie. He quickly got Marks attention when he came back to view with this pinwheel. And started using it on Marks chest focusing on his left nipple. The worst really was keeping Mark in suspense. He would act like he was to touch him with kt but when he did sent Mark into a freenzy. before tracing the pin wheel down his body. As the spikes from the pinwheel brushed the skin Mark would jump pulling on his restraints. He rolled it down his chest over his stomach. Mark flinching and pulling agianst his restraints. Then focused the pin wheel on his partially crushed ball. Mark his toes curled when the blade of the pinwheel hit is exposed ball. Marks screams of I give fell on deef ears. The more Mark screemed and begged the longer Jason kept repeating what he was doing.

Just as it seems like Marks screams would calm down some Jason would move on to something else. This time he took out another set of plates. He showed them to Mark. He knew exactly what was coming trying to brace himself. Jason applied the crusher to Marks right testicle. Mark was screaming like a girl when Jason didnt stop turning the screw until it was at the same level as the left testicle. Once it was level he picked the pinwheel back up and used it to torment his right tesitcle and then would alternate between the two. Before turning is attention back to the stretching of Marks arms and legs. You can see the red in Marks face and the strain in his joints. At some point Jason would need rest himself and would leave for a while leaving Mark to strain againts his binds. He could really feel it around his groining area.

By the time Jason came back. Mark was huffing and puffing unable to find any comfort. His balls still partially crushed throbbing. They have turned a dark purple and can see the veins in his balls bulging. When Jason came back into view he laughed the mess his once lover was. Mark shook his head no. When Jason grabbed his very limp cock. Slowly flopping it back and forth trying to see if he can get it back hard. When his cock didnt respond to that Jason started sucking it again it took some time but to the demise of Mark his body failed him and it got hard again. Once he got to the point of no return Jason stopped and thumped both of the swollen testicles. Then he would turn the screw half a turn on his left testicle then his right. He then would reverse the screw only to turn it back. Jason then would grab the cat and whip Marks chest and stretched arms and legs. Mark was drooling and barely conscious when Jason seemed to hit a nerve he grabbed both screws on his testicles and turns both at the same time. Mark let out a high pitched shrieke before going limp and passing out. Jason left again to let the hooded guards tend to Mark. The woke him up by throwig ice cold water on his face. Mark knowing that he wasnt able to get through to Jason anymore. Tried to pleed for mercy from the guards. They just laughed at him. They re-adjusted the restraints on Marks legs to where they can do even more of the splits. Mark very defeated cried out for help as they opened the door and left him his balls still partilly crushed. Mark just hoping someone will hear his screams and come to his rescue.

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Mark laid on the table his limbs spread to each corner. He was shaking trying to think of other things to keep his mind off his swollen balls. Jason came back standing above Mark. Gently removing the chasity. He began seductively teasing Marks very sore balls and easily aroused cock from both being overly stimulated. He gulped as Jason said there was no more love for him and any fucking would be painfull for Mark. All Jason wanted to do was cause Mark great pain and to see him suffer. Just the slightest of touch of Marks swollen and full balls causing him to grunt and moan. The moans to Jason were like sweet music. Cause he knew it wasnt moans of pleasure no matter how hard Mark tried to fight it in his state nothing he could do. Tears running down his face.

Wanting him to stop. With a mumbly shaky voice. "Jason I know I have done you wrong. You must really hate me for what I have done. Please Please stop I beg you not sure I cant take anymore. Release me from these ropes and I promise to make it right and prove my love to you. Please no more. " Jason just grinned as he went down on Mark. Sucking and making love to Marks cock and balls with his mouth. Slowly licking and breathing on his most sensitive areas getting him just to the edge before stopping. Jason would wait for Marks cock to go soft before starting up again. It was almost more then Mark could take. But the moans of pain somehow switched to moans of pleasure. Mark moving his hips his cock fully erect As Jason kept sucking and then suddenly stoppef. Mark could just feel the cum at the tip of his cock. Just about to explode any second. "OHhhh feels so good babe please dont stop." When Jason stopped to reach in bag. Mark violently jerks his right hand forgetting it was secured wanting to grab Jason by the hair to force him back down on his cock.

Mark starting to catch his breath he trimbled as he saw Jason. He had a wiked smile showing him what he had in his hand. It was two metal plates underneath they had small spikes and the plates were secured with a screw on it. At first he didnt think much of it but when Jason showed him how it worked. Mark his eyes filled with fear "Please no.." Grimacing a bit as Jason fondled Marks balls finding his left testicle and putting it between the plates."Shsh shsh!" Is all you heard from Mark as he could feel the spikes and slight pressure. The first few turns of the screw was applied it had more of an uncomfortable feeling until Jason made another turn making Mark a loud girly shreek. When the teeth began to dig in to his left testicle. Jason knowing he hit the spot. Walked away behind Mark where he couldnt see him. Mark hoping that was it but by now should have known better. There was a click and then could hear a motor start to slowly turn that is when Mark could feel the tension in both his arms and legs being pulled in an opposite direction. It seemed like the pulling on his legs was a tad slower then in his arms. Marks focus was no longer on his swollen testicle. The ropes started moving about a milimeter with each click. The stretching causing the rope to pull and tighten on his wrists and ankles. The coarse rope digging in to his wrists. He was in a new misery of being stretched in two different directions all he heard between his moans and screems was "blah blah blah" When Jason spoke of how this was used in Princess Bride. Which was one of Marks favorite all time books. Marks attention was else where and not on small talk he was in too much pain to care what Jason talked about.

Jason quickly got Marks attention when he came back. He had a pinwheel in his hand. Mark had seen them on the internet they didnt seem that bad until he was face to face with one. This pinwheel was a little different it was actually motorized. He started using it on Marks left breast letting the blades hit all around the breast before focusing on his left nipple. The worst really was keeping Mark in suspense. He would act like he was to touch him with the pinwheel but when he didnt caused Mark to flinch bracing for what was coming. When Mark seemed to get used to used to it Jason stopped and moved over to his right chest but would torment him not allowing the pinwheel to touch just startling him getting it as close as possible. Mark would jump pulling on his restraints. He turned his head to the left trying not to make eye contact with Jason. Then pin wheel made contact with his partially crushed testicle. Letting out shriekes that could be hear in China. It made Marks toes curl when the blade of the pinwheel hit is exposed ball. Marks screams of mercy fell on deef ears. The more Mark screemed and begged the longer Jason kept repeating what he was doing.

Just as it seems like Marks screams would calm down some Jason would move on to something else. Like turning the screw. He a a good rythm going to change it up he took out another set of plates. He showed them to Mark. He knew exactly what was coming trying to brace himself. Jason applied the crusher to Marks right testicle. Mark was screaming like a girl when Jason didnt stop turning the screw until it was at the same level as the left testicle. Once it was level he picked the pinwheel back up and used it to torment his right tesitcle and then would alternate between the two. Before turning is attention back to the stretching of Marks arms and legs. You can see the veins in Marks joints protruding more with each tug on the restraints. At some point Jason would need rest himself and would leave for a while leaving Mark to struggle for any comfort againts his binds.

While Jason was away the guards came back in to check on Mark they used a rag to wipe the tears sweat and drool from his face. Mark was moaning in pain the whole time. Knowing he hasnt phased Jason. He begged the guard and told him he would pay triple what Jason is paying. The guard laughed and says to Mark that he has know money. Mark had that confused look on his face. Another guard showed Mark a video on a tablet. It was a news article about a lawyer that died in a firey car crash. He showed it was Marks car. The body was someone else but they made sure anything identifing was gone.The he went on to say they had planted a will in his safe that donated all his money to a charity which was the underground.

By the time Jason came back. Mark was huffing and puffing. The nipples were a bright red from all the stimulation. His balls still partially crushed throbbing felt like they had a heart beat. They have turned a dark purple and can see the veins in his balls bulging. Almost looking like a water balloon. His cock a little limp noodle. When Jason came back into view he laughed the mess his once lover was. Mark shook his head no. When Jason grabbed his very limp cock. Slowly flopping it back and forth trying to see if he can get it back hard. He had a cat whip his hand trazing it over marks body slowing making him groan before starting again.