Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2014 10:09:49 -0600
From: Brian <suddar40@shaw.ca>
Subject: Mario 9

Mario

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All persons are also fiction and have no
bearing on anyone living or dead. It deals with male to male sex, BDSM,
torture and, Degradation. Anyone reading this story should know that it is
illegal in some States and Provinces to view this type of material.

Chapter 9


"You see Gary, Sonny wants this clamp so badly he's starting to shake."

"Jason, cuff Sonny behind his back."

"Now tie this cord as tight as you can around the base of Sonny's cock."

"I'm sorry Sonny. I should have warned you." Jason said as he tied the
cord.

Warned me about what?

I watched in rapt anticipation as Terry brought that clamp up and over my
cock. I hated that clamp, but I loved it too. He held it over my cock for a
long time before he released it. The very sharp pain as those teeth cut
into my cock made me scream. But oh what rush too. Good how could it make
me feel so good and still hurt so much?

The pain in my cock was taking over my mind and all I wanted was more and
more. When Terry grabbed me and pulled me forward the clamp on my cock
gyrated and the tines cut deeper. It wasn't a scream that came form, but
more of groan.

When I was forcibly pushed down on a table, I knew Gary wasn't the one that
was going to show him what could be done to anyone down here, I was. That
was reinforced when a strap was put over my shoulders and
waist. Effectively holding me solid to the table.

My legs were pulled so far apart it was painful enough to make me
momentarily forget my cock. I remembered quickly as Terry slapped the
clamp.

I felt the sharp points as a ring was slipped around my sack. I felt them
again as pressure was applied to the ring as it pulled my balls downward. I
thought for sure my balls were being pulled off or he was at least going to
try.

There was more to come I was sure.

"Gary I said I was going to give you a demonstration of what could happen
to you down here in the playroom. However I didn't say you were going to
the one I did anything too. As you can see Sonny is open to anything anyone
wants to do. He's already in pain, but I am sure he is also looking forward
to more. His top pain threshold is so high I haven't found it yet.

"I'm sure you remember what I said about employees here and what can happen
if you ever refuse to do what you are told."

"Yes sir." Gary said.

"Well I'm going to leave you and Jason down here with Sonny. You two can do
anything you want within club rules for as long as you want. The only thing
you need remember is that Sonny can return the favor anytime he wants. I'm
sure Jason will explain it very well. He has been in the same position or
predicament as Sonny is now."

"Okay Sir. I understand."

There was a long period when there was no talking or noise. I wondered what
was going on.

"Terry told me that until Sonny gets off he can take everything. That cord
around his dick will stop him from cumming. I think we should take that
clamp off so we can play with his dick."

The pain almost short circuited my brain when Jason removed it, but I
groaned rather than screamed.

"Terry said the longer he needs to cumm the more pain he can take. Do you
want to suck his dick?"

"What about all that blood?"

"It don't taste bad, just sort of salty. I'll do him first and then we do
more stuff to him. It will drive him crazy when we suck him and he can't
get off."

Jason was right, the more pain I received the more I'd want to get off.

"Wow Sonny, your dick is real big now." Jason said.

Jason started first to lick my cock all over. I never even thought about
the blood he must be tasting, all I could feel was the sheer pleasure as he
started to lick and suck. God I wanted to get off so bad. The pain/
pleasure in my cock was momentarily forgotten when someone, I guess Gary
grabbed my balls and squeezed. That pain shot into my stomach, like someone
had kicked me. I groaned.

"Do it more Gary. He likes his balls worked on too." Jason went back to
licking and sucking my cock. He was driving me nuts.

He finally stopped and stood up.

"What do we do now?" Gary asked.

"Come on over here." Jason giggled.

I didn't hear anything. I throbbing cock slowly went down, but I still
couldn't get off.

I yelped when the flat belt hit my ass. I screamed when the cane hit me
next. Then they alternated. Once with the cane and then the belt. Neither
cared when they hit my ball sack or cock. Sometime during that ordeal I
passed out.

When I woke up there was a strange whine. I was still tied and there was a
hood over my head. Not being able to see scared me most and I started to
struggle.

"Ah, you are finally awake." The hood was pulled off my head.

I had to blink several times in the bright lights.

When I was able to focus I saw Peter sitting across from me. I also saw
deep leather seats. Two other figures were hooded and tied in another set
of seats.

"Where am I? What's going on?"

"Where you are is someplace over the Pacific Ocean. As to what's going on I
will explain Sonny. If you promise not to fight me I'll untie your hands."

Well still being tied elsewhere I couldn't resist.

"I won't do anything."

Peter freed my hands, but left everything else tied. He handed me a beer.
"Now as too why you are here and where we are. You are very unique
Sonny. You know of course I offered Terry 100,000 dollars for you and he
turned me down."

"Well after seeing you torture Mario as well as have Jason and Gary work
you over until you passed out, I decided I wanted you no matter what the
cost. You are as much a sadist as you are a masochist. That is very unique
in my part of the world."

"Terry also told me of your desires and knew I would have to do something
to make you disappear if I was to get you. Well accepting Jason and Gary as
part of the deal was easy. Jason has no history at all and Gary walked in
off the street. Both really don't exist. Gary is of course an adult so no
one is looking for him and Jason well he will be fine too."

"Now if you just disappeared questions would be asked and those questions
could have led to the Devils Den. That Terry would not allow, so we created
a fatal accident for you."

"Two bodies were found in your burned out truck. One, yours was nothing but
a skeleton, but the other was easily identified as your friend Washington
from SFU. Your Father will get a body to bury and soon you will be
forgotten. I get you, Jason and Gary. Terry got a half a million dollars. I
of course had to agree to take Mario as well. He's in a crate in the
hold. He'll live and as soon as I think he is ready you will have a chance
to actually snuff him in my playroom while others watch."

"Sonny, you will always do exactly as I say and accept what I order you to
do or I have done to you or I will take great pleasure in torturing the two
boys to death in the most hideous way I can find. After I dispose of them,
you will live out your life as an object to cause unrelenting pain too.

"The flip side of that happening is if you agree to my terms you will have
anything you wish for as long as you wish. Once I make back what I paid for
you, I may even allow you to leave my employ."  Some how I doubted that,
but what choice do I have. Either watch as Jason and Gary are tortured to
death or just do as he wants. I'd get what I wanted most and still
live. And I'd still have Jason and now Gary.

I decided I would do as he asked. I also vowed to someday get back at Terry
and his Devils Den.

"Okay." I said.

"Good Sonny. Chou, come and untie my newest young man."

The man who untied me was huge. The biggest Chinese guy I had ever seen. He
also had a sneer on his face like I was nothing more to him than an
object. I would make sure I never crossed him.

Peter gave me a loose fitting pair of pants to put on and a very fine silk
shirt.

Chou was obviously a servant and treated me rather indifferent. I doubted I
would have problems with him. He did exactly as Peter told him.

About 3 hours later we landed at a large International airport. Rather than
head for customs, the taxied into a commercial hanger. After shutting down,
Jason and Gary were carried off the plane. They along with Mario in the
shipping crate, were loaded into a van. Peter escorted me to a long
limo. Once inside we just drove out of the hanger.

"Where are we?"

"Taipei Taiwan."

For some reason my mind had thought we'd be going to mainland China.

I just sat in the back of the limo as we were whisked through the city. We
finally pulled onto a wharf and up beside a long yacht. As we climbed out I
saw Jason and Gary being carried on board the yacht. The crate with Mario
was also loaded. We climbed on board and soon after watched as the light of
Taipei disappeared in the gloom.

"No questions Sonny?"

"I figured if you wanted me to know you would tell me."

His servant handed us a beer.

"I own a large resort on one of Islands. Not all the guests come for my
shows. Most are just very rich businessmen. I'll show you the resort in
daylight tomorrow."

"Okay." I sat and just looked over the stern of the yacht.

Well there would no way to run being on an Island.

After about an hour we tied up in a large Marina. We climbed off and Peter
signaled me to get in a golf cart. He got in and we drove off. We followed
lighted paths for quite a while. It was obviously a large island. We
finally pulled up at a single story, but very large villa. From what I
could see it looked Spanish in architecture.

Two boys that looked no more than 13 or 14 ran down the steps when we
arrived. Both bowed very low to Peter. Looking closely, they had nothing
more on than very tight and very short shorts, with sandals on their
feet. Neither wore tops. Both I saw were hung pretty well.

"This is Sonny. He is one of my permanent guests. You will treat him as you
would me. Jimmy, you will be his servant. If you don't please him you know
where you will end up."

I saw a look of absolute terror cross the young mans face.

"Yes Master." Jimmy bowed.

"Put him in the Barons suite. His luggage will be along shortly."

"Yes Master." He led me into the house.

The short foyer was tiled in white marble. Pictures and tapestries covered
the walls. Peter obviously had good taste in his decorations. Jimmy led me
down a short hall. Two double doors sat across from each other. He open one
and let me enter first.

What I entered was a large sitting room, probably bigger than entire Bar in
the Devils Den. Floor to ceiling windows covered one wall split in the
middle by a huge fireplace. Photographs covered the walls. Very erotic
photographs. Leather couches and chairs dotted the big sitting room. A
small table with two chairs were to one side and a large bar the other
side. Peter then led me into the bedroom. It was dominated by a king sized
bed. There was a walk in closet to one side and a door led to the massive
bathroom. A shower I was sure ten people could get in was available as well
as a Jacuzzi tub. The toilet was joined with a sink and floor to ceiling
mirror.

"Master, Master Peter will expect you for late dinner. You should shower
and freshen up. I will assist you."

"Very well Jimmy."

I went back out to the bedroom and started to undress. Jimmy was quick to
help. His eyes got real big when he saw the faint lines of where I had been
whipped, but he didn't comment. He then quickly removed his shorts and led
me back to the shower. I saw the lines across his butt too. So he got
whipped too.

He carefully washed me all over and helped me dry. When we walked into the
bedroom two other boys were standing waiting.  "We have unpacked for you
Master. Could you check and see that it is satisfactory."

They had obviously been too quick, Everything was haphazardly put away.

"This is bad Master. You should punish them." Peter said.

Was this a test by Peter? Jimmy I could tell had already been whipped at
some point in the not too distant past. Was Peter now showing or checking
to see if I could actually hurt someone I didn't even know.

"Very well. What is the usual way?"

"Ten lashes Master."

"Well I guess tell them."

Jimmy rattled off a string of Chinese. Neither boy batted an eye, just
pulled off their shorts. One walked to a piece of furniture I had not
noticed before. It was obvious what it was as soon as the boy leaned over
it. A whipping horse. Jimmy opened up a concealed door next to the
horse. Inside was a very wide variety of whips and belts. I pulled out a
cane. I saw Jimmy smile.

I guess he liked my choice.

"If either of you mess up again you will not sit for a week."

The young man yelped with every strike across his brown bottom. When he
stood up when I was done I saw tears. The other boy just leaned over the
horse. He too yelped with every strike. Both boys had very bright stripes
on their butts when I was done. My problem was I enjoyed whipping both
boys. I knew because my cock was hard.

"Jimmy are you in charge of any boys that enter my suite?"

"Yes Master."

"Then get your butt on the horse."

He yelped at the first ten and was crying after 12. He started to scream
after fifteen. I stopped at 18 lashes. I grabbed him by the hair and forced
him to his knees.

"Suck me off Jimmy. I feel your teeth you'll get twenty more."

The other two boys just stood and watched. Both I saw were hard as well.

Jimmy was a damned good cock sucker and I didn't feel his teeth once even
as he deep throated my cock. He also didn't take me long to get off and he
swallowed everything. He stood up and smacked his lips.

"Thank you Master." He said.

"Better find me something to wear."

Both boys left with instructions to come back to do a proper job in my
closet. Jimmy quickly got me dressed in proper clothes. We headed down to
the dinner room. Peter had a smile on his face but never commented. I
decided it had been a test of my resolve to cooperate.

After a light dinner we went Peter's Den. Jimmy got me a beer and Peter a
drink in a snifter. I figured he was drinking brandy. The pictures in here
were all about pain and punishment. When I looked closely at one, a boys
cock was like a pin cushion with several needles right through his
shaft. They didn't look like steel needles.

"What kind of needles did you use?"

Peter laughed and walked to his desk. He came back with a flat card with
about 20 needles.

"They are made from bamboo. The points are sharper than a steel needle and
also you will notice they are flat. So not only do they pierce the cock
they also slice it open as they are inserted. The pain is both exquisite
and very intense as you will see."

I was rock hard thinking about those needles entering my cock shaft. I bet
they hurt even worse in the tits or balls.

"The pain can be increased by first soaking them in alcohol or lighting
them on fire after they are in. The bamboo will burn even inside the cock."

It was obvious to me that Peter knew a lot more about causing pain than
Terry had even thought of. I was looking forward to a time in his playroom.

"Jason and Gary are locked in the room across from you. Tomorrow I will let
you explain what I have in mind. Make sure they understand that cooperation
brings longer life here. I will also give you a complete tour."

"Yes sir."

"Jimmy, you can explain everything to Sonny. I'm sure you will be more
careful in future."

"Yes Master."

"Good, I will see you both at breakfast."

We were dismissed.

We went back to my assigned suite. Jimmy went and checked the closet. I
pulled off the sheer pants I had on as well as the loose shirt. I grabbed a
beer and sat on one of the leather couches. Jimmy came out and just stood
close.

I knew the stripes on his ass hurt.

"Jimmy go get the salve from the bathroom."

He protested when I coated his butt, saying the whipping had not bothered
him too much.

"Do you like to get whipped Jimmy?"

"No Master, but it makes me feel funny inside."

I could see that, he was hard after I coated his butt. He had about 5
inches of uncut cock. Not too thick. He also didn't have any hair except on
his head.

"How old are you Jimmy?"

"Almost seventeen Master. I have been with Master Peter for two years."

"You call him Master. Are you a slave?"

"It's called indenturing. I am indentured to Master Peter for life."

"How did that happen?"

I was living in Hong Kong and on my way home from Soccer practice. I got
caught up in a protest by students from the university. I got
arrested. During the protest a policeman was killed, so the Chinese Peoples
Court sentenced all six of us to death. Master Peter bought me from the
police as long as I never was free again. He brought me here."  I guess
this place is better than a bullet in the head."

"Have you ever been in his playroom?"

When I asked that Jimmy got a real scared look on his face.

"Yes Master." He said quietly.

"I guess it was really bad eh. I'm sorry I asked Jimmy."

"You don't understand Master. All his boys here must spend time in his
playroom. That is why we are here. Some boys don't last long, but I always
last almost three hours before I pass out. He films everything and people
pay to watch us get abused by Master Peter."

'His playroom scares me coz I know what is going to happen."

"Well I am very happy with you Jimmy, so I think you will be okay."

He snuggled up close to me when I said that.

"What else are you supposed to tell me Jimmy?"

"Master you are a guest of Master Peter so I have to do everything for
you. You can fuck me and I will suck you. I will drink your pee or even eat
your shit if you wish. You can abuse me as you wish as long as nothing is
permanent."

"First off Jimmy, I am not a guest of Master Peter. I am indentured to him
too. He paid half a million dollars for me and three others. I am expected
to also torture the three boys he brought with me and I must also terminate
one of them. I have done everything you have, so if you do it for me, I
will do the same for you. Jimmy, I don't have a top pain threshold from
what my last Master said. So Peter will have me in his playroom as well and
I am looking forward to it. I like pain."  "Peter also told me he would let
me leave once I had paid off my indenture."

Jimmy leaned real close and whispered.

"No one leaves this Island alive Master."

I had already figured that out, but didn't tell Jimmy.

"Come on Jimmy. Let's go to bed. After I fuck your brains out, you can fuck
me. Then we can sleep sucking each other."

That was almost exactly what happened except I rimmed Jimmy. He was kind of
astounded I would eat his ass out, even as I knew I got more than just my
cumm from his butt. He returned the favor before we slept with each others
cock in our mouths.

After being cleaned out inside and out we dressed and went down for
breakfast. A western style breakfast. Peter was not at breakfast. His man
servant Chou came in when we were done.

"You will instruct the other two boys. Peter will give you a tour after
lunch." He said.

"Fine." I said.

"You will call me Master at all times."

"You don't rate being called Master. You are nothing more than Peter's
servant."

A look of pure hate came into his eyes, but he never said a word.

After I finished my coffee, Jimmy led me up to the locked suite. He used a
key to open the door. I was mobbed by both boys when I walked in. After
getting back to normal I sat both boys down to explain where we were and
what was expected of us.

Gary was shocked that Terry sold us to Peter. Jason was not.

"Look guys, there is only one reason you are here and that is to be abused
for the pleasure of Peter's guests. Cooperate or you might not live long
and you can be sure your death will be recorded in living color, right down
to the blood draining from your missing cock or balls. Call everyone you
meet Master, except the slave boys. Failure to use that word will land you
in a world of hurt."

"Think of your time here as been under the inquisition, but no one is
looking for answers to questions. All they are interested in is hearing you
scream in pain as you are tortured. I'm sure his guests pay big money to
watch as he slowly tortures you."

"You don't either of you have a choice. So make the best of it. I don't
know if this will be your quarters or if you will be moved to his cells
near the playroom as he calls it. All I can say is good luck. I do know I
will be doing stuff to both of you and Mario."

"Mario is here too?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, Peter told me I could finish him."

"Cool, do we get to watch?" Jason asked.

"I don't know Jason. That will be up to Peter."

"Can we use the servant boys that come here?" Gary asked.

I looked at Jimmy.

"Yes Masters you can use them for anything. They are all Peter's slaves."
After lunch Peter took me on a tour of his Island. The Resort was at one
end. A fair sized hotel adjoined an eighteen hole golf course. There was
also a huge pool and diving boards and platforms. Peter told me I could use
the pool and boards anytime I wished. After a tour of his resort we pulled
up to a gate. A security guard let us in.

"At one time in the far past the Japanese used this Island as a prisoner of
war camp and interrogation center. They built the prison. I bought the
Island from Taiwan and built the resort on the other end of the Island. I'd
always been fascinated by Japanese Interrogation methods so did some
research. Then I found out people would pay vast amounts of money to see
videos of boys being tortured and even more to watch it live. Thus my
playroom was born."

The viewing rooms in here were once cells that held up to 20 people at a
time. I've had them all refurbished."

He showed me one of the viewing rooms. It had a wide screen TV and deep
soft chairs. A bar with drinks and comfortable couches also filled the
room. A small bathroom was attached. Food service was available for a
price.

"There are forty of these rooms on this level. Down lower close to the
playroom there 15 other rooms with one way glass windows so Customers can
watch live. They also have monitors in those rooms so they can see close
ups."

WE walked down some stairs and into a long corridor.

"Everything is completely sound proofed. Likewise everything that happens
anywhere on this island is recorded on camera and tape."

His playroom I was something I was not expected. It was huge. Almost 40
meters long and thirty wide. Like an oval arena. Glass windows extended
along one side. Most of the other side was not visible until he turned on
the over head lights.

In the center was a wide pit. On the floor were rails. Why I wasn't sure.

"First off that pit can be heated from below by gas. If a customer wants to
see a boy slowly roasted the pit is lit well in advance of the
show. Considering most succumb to the fire it is usually the last item of
the show."

I could picture in my mind Mario being slow roasted over that pit and it
gave me a hard on. Peter noticed.

"Thinking about your friend Mario." It was not a question.

"Yes Sir."

"It is one possibility you can use."

"Sonny, everything in my playroom could be considered lethal if used to the
full extent of what it was designed for. However most guests like to see
boys balls, cocks and asses tortured. To that end we use just a simple
table the boy is strapped to. Terry has a similar table in his private
room."

"Every boy who is brought here is masked to protect their identity. Those
masks are also blindfolds. Anticipation of what is about to happen can be
more painful than the actual act. I know you can't handle blindfolds so
yours will be only a mask."

"There are only two places in this room where everything is video
taped. Those rails allow an instrument to be moved to one of the two
stations."

He showed me by rolling out the stainless steel table and locking it in
position. He set up cameras covering every angle. Even some that would only
see the cock and balls in the lens.  He had about thirty different machines
or instruments you could use. Some needed no explanation but two did and I
asked him.

"This one I will demonstrate and the other I will show you. Undress Sonny."

I quickly stripped. I was hard in anticipation.

"You take some of the fun out of this Chair Sonny. Sit down please."

He strapped my arms and legs, chest and stomach. Then one across my
forehead.

"In this chairs first configuration it had a metal bar inserted under the
chin as well. We have replaced that with a leather strap."

He put the strap under my chin and attached to something at the back of the
chair.

"The idea was to screw a metal rod into the back of the neck. Eventually it
would sever the spinal cord, killing the victim. It was a method of
interrogation and execution used by the police in Spain up until the mid
fifties."

He walked behind and chair and a moment later the strap under my chin
tightened up.

"Now it is a method of slow strangulation. As I tighten the strap, it cuts
off the air and makes it very hard to breathe. You can do it any number of
times, making it tighter each time.

He kept tightening that strap. I was finding it harder and harder to
breathe. The blood pounded in my ears and things seemed to go to grey
before my eyes. All of the sudden I could breathe again and I gulped big
gulps of air into my lungs. I was shaking all over.  "Now Sonny if I wished
I could just do it again. Bring you to the point of death and release
you. Now if you had not been hard when you sat down you would be now. You
have been hard the whole time. Also at the very point of death you would
ejaculate."

He removed all the straps. It took a while before I could stand.

Just like that Peter could have killed me.

"I usually use that chair as a warm up to other more diabolical
things. This contraption for example. No matter how far you go with this
there is some damage that might not be able to be repaired."

"This method was used extensively by the Nazi during World War 2. Simply
put, after you are strapped down a hose is inserted into your ass and water
under pressure is pumped in. It forces it way in reverse into your
intestines. It becomes extremely painful."

"AS you can see there are other attachments that can be used. It acts
similar to a fucking machine. The difference is in the attachments."

"Most of these dildos are non lethal, however if you use any of the
stainless steel rods, you will rip open the insides of anyone on the
machine."

The steel rods he showed me made my eyes open real wide. One was a spiral
of cutting edges that turned slowly as it entered the hole, slicing it open
as it went in. Another was just a sharp pointed rod about 3 inches in
diameter. That point would puncture the end of the canal and keep going, It
was near three feet long. I shuddered when I though about it inside my ass.

I figured rightly that anyone these were used on would bleed out through
their ass.

He also had a gallows rigged in the room.

"Do you just hang boys sometimes?"

"Not normally Sonny. On occasion we have had guests try to remove items
from here and a few times a guest will make a request to have someone
executed. Those are very private affairs. Not for my guests. All guests
know that talking about the island is taboo with a sentence of death to
anyone who does. I have hanged a few of them.

The Resort here on the Island is a cover for these activities."

"I've heard that everybody gets hard when they are hanged. Is that true?"

 "Not exactly. Everybody ejaculates. But some don't get hard. Depends on
how you hang them. I prefer slow strangulation. It allows more time for
filming and gets a better show on tape."

Peter led me out of his playroom and through a door and up stairs. We came
to another locked door. He used a key pad to open the door. Inside the
first thing I saw was the muscled back of a man. A black man. He turned to
us as we entered.

"Lee, this is Sonny. You will be instructing him on our methods."

"Hi Sonny. Peter has told a lot about you. It seems you are much like me."

"Lee had a Chinese mother and Negro Father. As you can see most of him is
negro." Peter chuckled.

He was indeed. The only thing I think that looked Chinese was his eyes.

"I'll leave you two to get acquainted. If you need a subject, pick one of
the street boys or use each other."

"Yes Sir." Lee said.

Peter left us alone.

"What did you mean we are much a like?"

"Well I've been with Peter for over six years. When he brought me here I
had never had anything done to me. The first time I got real hard when he
hurt my dick and balls. The more he did the harder I got. I even shot a
small load. After a while he taught me to do stuff to boys. I'd always get
hard the more a boy screamed. Peter said you were like that to."

"I guess I am but I like stuff done to me more than doing stuff to others."

"Do you like to suck and fuck too?"

"Oh yeah." I laughed.

"Have you done scat and piss?"

"What's scat? I don't mind piss."

"Scat's what comes out of your butt."

"Yeah I done that too, but not very much."

"Well you will get more here. Master Peter likes boys that can do
everything. It makes his movies better."

"Is that all he is interested in, making movies of guys getting shit done
to them?"

"Oh no. Men pay him big bucks to watch boys getting stuff done to them."

"So he said you were going to show me his methods. What does that mean?"

"Well I will show you how we set up for a show. You can either do me or I
will do you or we can get a street boy to use."

Thinking about doing a no name street boy didn't turn me on much.

"Well you can do things to me to start."

Lee walked to the consol. He flipped switches. The light in the room
dimmed. Then he flipped another switch and the table out in the playroom
was lit by a number of spot lights. After checking all the monitors he
stood back.

"Normally I am in this room to monitor all the cameras. Now I have just set
them to record." He stripped off his shorts.

"Peter will give you a special pair of shorts to wear. He likes me in
these."

He pulled on a tight g-string that highlighted his huge cock and balls. The
back was just a string up his butt crack.

"Undress Sonny." That was easy for me.

"All the guests like something particular done to the victim."

He led me out of the room and down a carpeted hall. We came to a locked
room. Lee opened he door and we walked in. The room was nothing but shelves
upon shelves of implements of torture.

"Even though you will be the subject, we will act like you are the
guest. Pick out things you would like done to yourself."

Lee followed me with a tray as I picked out item I would like to feel used
on me. After 20 minutes I stopped.

"Sonny it is obvious you like extreme pain especially in your cock and
balls. However because Peter does not want permanent damage done to you, I
need to remove several of these items. If you had chosen to use a street
boy, we could leave everything." He then removed over three quarters of the
items I had picked.

It left a box of needles, several banana clamps, six dildos in increasing
size, some heated lube, alcohol and a bamboo cane.

"After a guest picks out item he would like seen used, they are boxed and
his number placed on them. Then they are delivered to the playroom. We'll
just carry these down."

Before we left the room Lee put a case on the tray.

"How does it work for you Sonny? For me when someone does stuff I get off
real quick. That just makes me want more. The more times I get off the more
I want."

"Well I guess I'm opposite of that. As soon as I get off all I feel is pain
and usually pass out. As long as I don't get off you can do anything. The
more you do it the more I want."

"Most boys are like you Sonny."

"Master Peter said it coz their pain/pleasure center in the brain sort of
acts like a door. One side pleasure works until the door is unlocked and
then pain takes over. Cumming unlocks the door."

We walked out into the playroom. My eyes were glued to the table. I was so
hard in anticipation it took over my whole being.

"Well get on the table Sonny and I'll strap you down."

TBC