Just Getting Even

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

As I stretched out on the cot with the sun peeking in through the shades, I wondered how my new slave slept in his painful bondage. I bet he was some sore after last night’s little bit of fun. Well, I thought it was fun. This morning he’s terrified of what is going to happen next. But, that’s how it’s supposed to be.

Finally I got up and went in to get some coffee. Before even releasing him, I drove to town and stopped behind a restaurant. I checked out the dumpster and found what I needed. I pulled a bag from the steel container and ripped it open, collecting some of last night’s plate cleanings in a Walmart bag. That was going to be his meal for the day. It didn’t matter to me what it was. Actually the more disgusting the s**t was the better. It was going to be far more palatable than what I fed the slaves that worked in my silver mine back on the ranch. Hell, that stuff was so bad that the dogs sometimes turned away from their dishes. Those worthless bastards didn’t though. They knew it was all they were going to get for another twenty-four hours.

When I returned to the cabin, he was right where I had left him; all trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. I removed the butt plug, released his balls and finally untied his feet. I locked leg irons on him with a twelve inch chain before releasing his hands. They were recuffed almost immediately behind his back. Before ever removing the gag, I gave him a stern warning.

“I’ll give your balls ten lashes with my whip for every word you utter, understand?”

He nodded his head.

“That’s your only warning. Keep your f*****g mouth shut. Got it?”

He nodded his head once more. I removed his gag and put a finger to his lips. Finally I put his dinner on the floor in an old dirty dog dish.

“Eat it, slave. It’s the only thing you’ll get until tomorrow.”

He finally was able to move and got down on his knees. He took one look and a deep sniff before looking up at me.

“That’s all you get. Eat it today or I’ll leave it there until tomorrow, but there’s no more until that dish is empty.”

It was a struggle for him, but it was finally gone. Then I rinsed his dish and filled it with water.

“I suggest you drink a lot of it. It’s going to be hot out there in the sun today.”

Finally I put a rope around his neck and led him out into the yard. I had a strong metal framework in the back of the house set in concrete. I threw the end of the rope over the top bar and pulled him up on his tiptoes before tying it tight. If he struggled, he would hang himself, and he knew it. Before long, he was strung up with his arms and legs spread wide while standing on the very tips of his toes. The strap was still around his balls, so I hung an empty five gallon bucket on it. I picked up two fairly good sized rocks and dropped them in. Instantly he felt the weight on his sore nuggets. Together they had to weigh at least ten to twelve pounds.

“M – m – m – m….”

“I’ll be back in a while and add a couple more. I’ll probably bring a whip with me as well.”

He hung there in silence and misery.

Finally I went out near one of the other buildings and moved a few pieces of old wood. Beneath them was a steel door with a heavy lock on it. I pulled a key from my back pocket and unlocked it.

“Get out here, mother fucker!” I demanded.

Out of the pit climbed a guy who had just turned eighteen the day before I abducted him. He wore a wide steel collar with a solid bar sticking out about ten inches on each side. Thick steel cuffs locked his wrists to the ends of the bars, making him totally helpless.

“If you want your dinner, you’d better come along. I don’t have all day to wait for you.”

He had a two foot long steel bar connecting the heavy metal cuffs that circled each ankle. There was a chain welded to the center of that bar that hooked to a two inch wide metal spreader cuff wrapped tight just above his overly stretched balls. The chain was several inches too short, preventing him from standing upright, so he slowly hobbled behind me. I led him into a nearby shed and had him sit on a wide wooden bench. Using a spoon, the same slop was forced into his mouth. He actually ate it willingly, knowing that would be all he’d get. I laughed knowing they all learn eventually. When it was gone, I held a bottle to his mouth, so it could be washed down. I gave him just enough water so he could survive another day.

Actually the cops should have been looking for him, but I never called them. He broke into my house and stole a couple of my guns and a little cash I had put away. The whole thing was caught on video tape from my security cameras. It didn’t take long to find the little bastard. He had an old blue Ford pick-up when he broke in. I found it down the road at a little general store just a few miles away. I parked right behind it, so he couldn’t go anyplace. Before long he was back at my place, and his truck was crashed down over the bank into the dry creek bed. I caught him and was his judge and jury. The cops would have let him go with just a slap on the wrists, but I sentenced the worthless son of a b***h to three years in my little prison. I told him I’d let him off after two years for good behavior, but I’d cut his balls off if I did. He chose to serve his entire sentence. He’s usually fed once a day and I take him out once a week and whip the s**t out of him. Occasionally when I’m feeling really nasty, he gets a few kicks in the nuts with my boots just for the hell of it. I love to watch him thrashing on the ground unable to grasp his brutalized balls.

Before putting him back in his little four by four foot cell, I occasionally let him out in a small caged in area in the back for an hour or two. There he can at least stand up and get a little fresh air. Then it’s back inside. It’s not a normal prison by any means. He has no lights, heat or air conditioning and it’s only a little over three feet tall. Hell, the only thing in there is a bucket for his waste. It gets emptied most of the time when it gets full. There are some small holes in the solid steel floor for drainage, but that’s about it. I bet he’ll have learned his lesson when he finally gets out of there, if he ever does.

I went back to my other prisoner and threw another couple rocks in the bucket. He moaned from the extra weight. Before I left, I pushed the pail back and forth a few times with my foot just for the fun of it. As it swung, it made the ball strap tighten a bit more.

I picked up a whip from the ground and swung it back and forth. It was a long, slender crop. I thought he would rip the poles from the ground when the first lash cut across his chest, striking both his n*****s. Several more times I stuck him there before moving to his already bruised ass. The poles held fast as he received about a dozen harder, powerful lashes.

After tending my slaves, I sat out on the porch in the shade with a nice cold beer and let the day quietly pass. I knew that it wouldn’t be quiet in the cabin tonight. I had a few other things to try out on my new slave. It’s funny. I picked up that guy and was rather intimate with him, and I don’t even know his name. I guess it doesn’t make any difference. I’ll just call him “bitch.”

A couple hours had passed, so I returned my jailbird to the pit and beat my new victim a couple dozen times on his back and chest with a stiff knotted cat. He didn’t like it very much, but I did. That bucket moved around a lot as he struggled to avoid the flogging.

That night I f****d him again and then shoved the huge butt plug back up his ass. It was a little bigger than the dildo I used and wouldn’t come out without some help.

Finally I locked a three foot spreader bar between his legs and made him bend over until his wrists were locked beside his ankles. That was the easy part. I put that same strap around his balls, yanked it back between his legs and fastened it to a ratchet strap suspended from the ceiling. I pulled it up tight, making him moan and then worked the handle, pulling him up until he was standing on his tiptoes. The gag muffled most of his screams.

“I’m going to town and get some more beer. When I get back, I’m going to use a paddle on those tender ass cheeks for a while. Think about that while I’m gone, okay?”

I heard him scream something as I left. I guess it wasn’t that important.

It took a while to pick up the things I needed. I was gone better than an hour, but he was right there in tremendous pain when I returned. He wasn’t quite as high up on his toes, but that was to be expected. After all, most of his weight was supported by his testicles. I guess he stretched his nut sac just a little.

I opened a beer and looked him over really good. My finger nails left dark red streaks on his balls as I raked them across the tightly stretched skin several times, digging into them until they bled. He moaned.

I think he said, “Please let me down.”

“Maybe when I’m done beating your ass. We’ll see.”

I stepped behind him and just a little off to the left, testing the distance before I got started. I brought my arm back and swung the paddle with all my might. The smack echoed off the walls of the little cabin and the force nearly knocked him off his feet. He screeched through the gag as the pain registered in his brain. I’m sure he’s never felt anything like it.

I used a Spencer-type paddle that was a foot long and four inches wide. With all the holes in the three-eighths inch plywood it struck extremely hard, leaving a wide red patch across his already bruised butt. Of course the strap from his balls was between his ass cheeks and that hit certainly gave them a nasty jolt as well. I enjoyed hearing him screech through the gag, as I blistered his ass unmercifully. So I continued. Over and over I struck those rounded globes, occasionally knocking him so far forward his entire weight was hanging from his balls. He wasn’t able to move or avoid my brutal attack. It really turned me on as he yelled and cried in agony with every strike. God, my p***y was dripping, knowing how much pain I caused him. Several times he struggled to keep his balance as my paddle slammed into his ass. His shrieks became just garbled noise as I continued for several more minutes.

When my arm was too tired to swing the paddle any more, I threw it down and shoved my hand down in my pants. Using two fingers I rubbed my clit and immediately went over the edge. My orgasm hit me like an earthquake, as it roared through me. I leaned back against the wall as my p***y exploded with lustful pleasure. I finally got control of myself and examined his severely battered and blistered butt. I knew that he wouldn’t be able to sit for at least a week, probably more. It was already turning from a dark purple to a vivid black from the force of my many strokes.

Finally I let him down. He just sank to his knees. I released his wrists and locked them behind his back once more. I put another strap above his elbows and tightened it as much as possible, pulling his elbows closer together. Twice more I struggled to take up another hole in the strap, pulling his elbows so close they almost touched. He shook his head and moaned. I left his legs locked wide apart and dragged him over to the bed.

I helped him lean over the lower end of the mattress. A short chain hooked to the spreader bar from under the bed held his feet in place. Then I hooked the ratchet strap that hung above the bed to the chain on his handcuffs. After pulling it as tight as possible, I worked the ratchet pulling his arms up higher in a strappado position. He cried and wailed, as a painful strain was put on his shoulders.

“You know what I’m going to do now, b***h?”

“M – m – m – m….”