Chapter 7: Permission to Sleep Naked

They couldn’t tell what he was saying, but first he begged, then made threats. but they couldn’t understand any of it. Cliff pushed a piece of cloth in his own mouth to alter his voice, and then told him, ‘Josh when you force yourself on a girl, your cock hurts her vagina terribly.’

‘So, you are now going to have the same experience. As you haven’t got a vagina, your punishment will be up your bum. I’m going to put something in your hand,’ Cliff told him. ‘Feel it, and then I’ll describe it to you.’

He watched Josh’s hand feeling the pole, the end, and the sandpaper. What you have just felt is a brush handle thick enough to represent your erect cock.’ Cliff told him. ‘Apparently you were always boasting how big your cock was, so I brought an extra thick pole.’

‘You will have felt something rough around the end of it. That is sandpaper glued to it. Looking at your cock, I’ve estimated how long it would be if it was erect, as it was when you raped her. I’ve put a mark on the pole for an inch longer, just in case I’ve miss estimated.’

‘Now I have no idea how many other girls you have raped, so I’m going to guess it at being at least ten times. So, I’m going to ram this pole up your bum ten times so you can feel the same pain that you inflicted on them.’ Josh struggled in his bonds at that point and tried to speak.

‘Not only will it give you terrible pain right now,’ Cliff continued, ‘But after we’re finished, your insides will be sore for weeks and weeks. Just like your victim’s insides were.’ Cliff dripped some oil on the end of the pole and put it touching Josh’s bum.

More noises came as he tried to speak through his gag. Then Cliff pushed hard and watched the pole disappearing up his bum until the mark was at the opening to his bum. Josh had clearly let out a great scream of agony.

They heard the scream, even with the gag on, but it was muffled enough that it probably wouldn’t be heard outside the room. As his scream died away and he started crying, Cliff waited a few moments, then pulled it out. That made him scream once more.

‘One down, just nine more to go,’ Cliff said in his ear. ‘That brought a torrent of unintelligible noises, then he continued crying. Cliff offered the pole to Mitch who shoved it up much harder than Cliff had done and pulled it out immediately, just as hard.

‘As it was almost out, Josh’s scream cut off as he passed out. Taking the pole back, Cliff shoved it in and out, checking it each time for blood then shoving it back in. He had done it four more times before tiny specks of blood showed on it.

He put it back up one more time, but this time he rotated it as he pushed it in and rotated it as he pulled it out. This time there was a much more noticeable amount of blood on the pole when it came out. ‘That will do,’ Cliff announced.

He put it in the rubbish bag he’d brought with him. They waited until Josh came round. He started screaming and crying right away as the pain hit him. Cliff let him suffer for a few moments, then he stuck the needle in his arm.

Seconds later everywhere was quiet once more. Mitch and Cliff swung into action, Mitch knowing what was needed now, was able to have every item ready to pass to Cliff as he needed it. In no time at all Mitch was leaning over and pulling Josh’s first ball out of his open sac.

Then as he held it, Cliff tied it off and cut it off. Then moments later the second one was off, and Mitch had two balls in his hand. ‘Even though I’ve just watched you do it,’ Mitch told him, ‘I still can’t believe I’m actually standing here with someone else’s balls in my hand.’

Cliff grinned at him, ‘Good job no one can hear you saying that.’ he told him. Then he started sewing Josh’s sac up. As he cut the torniquet and blood flow returned to Josh’s sac, he moved and let out a cry even though he was still unconscious.

After giving all around the cut a coating of iodine, they untied him and sat and waited. Five minutes later Cliff felt his sac. It was still empty, so he was happy it hadn’t filled up with blood. Mitch couldn’t resist a feel of an empty sac.