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Caleb was scared. Well, maybe not scared, but definitely unnerved. For a week now, he’d been constantly looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was following him. Was he being stalked? Especially since the photo arrived in the mail this morning. A photo of him working out in the gym, shirtless, in shorts, his biceps bulging as he curled a barbell. Who took it? When? It was crazy. Why would anyone send him that pic?
He knew the answer, though. It was that freak from last week. You see, someone jumped him one night as he was getting into his truck behind the gym. Popped a chloroform-soaked bag over his head and subdued him until he passed out. He woke up in a dark room. Stark naked.
Arms spread wide and wrists chained to a heavy overhead beam, and feet spread-eagled wide and hooked to two bolts in the floor. When his head finally cleared, he listened hard. Not a sound. What the fuck!? How could this happen? Who did it? Why? Questions swirled through his mind. It made no sense. The only thing he knew was he was in deep shit. There was no way he could get loose. FUCK!!!!!
After about twenty minutes, he heard the pop of a beer can. The sound of someone swallowing. A belch. Then a light came on. A spotlight. Intensely bright and shining directly into his face. Blinded, he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. Little by little, his eyes adjusted to the light and he saw someone, a man, was standing in front of him. Couldn’t make out anything about him except he wore a Tee and dark sunglasses. Didn’t move. Just stood there. But Caleb could feel his warm breath, he was that close.
The man’s hands reached to Caleb’s chest and rubbed his pectorals. Leaned in and gently kissed his nipples. Then his hand grasped Caleb’s dick. “This is huge, Caleb. I knew it was big but had no idea how enormous. You must be so proud.”
The guy began to caress Caleb’s entire body with both his hands and his mouth. Back, ass, cock, balls, face, belly, neck. He massaged his round, hard bubble butt, spreading cheeks and poking a finger into the puckered hole.
Abruptly, the man stood. Again his face was close to Caleb’s. Again the warm breath. No movement. No sound. Finally, he spoke. “You’re hot, Caleb. But you know that, don’t you? You flaunt your beauty. And use it to attract beautiful men.”
“Fuck off, buddy! Who the hell are you? Why am I here?”
“You’re here because I want you here. And my name? Nick. Bradley. Jeremy. Rusty. Cameron. Sebastian. Take your pick.”Caleb’s stomach tightened. These were the names of men he had killed. But how did this guy know any of that? He always worked alone. No one knew but himself.
“Yes, Caleb. I know your secret. I know you like to torture and kill. I even know where the bodies are buried. In your secret sub-basement. But I don’t care. You had fun and that’s what counts. Now, I’m going to have fun. Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you. Just want you to know you have a secret admirer. A fan. A follower. I’m out there watching you. Salivating at your beauty. Wanting your body.”
He went on in this vein for a long while, talking of Caleb’s beauty and of the men he had killed. As he talked, he pushed fishhooks through Caleb’s nipples. Then tied fishing weights to them. The sensation was turning Caleb on because he had always loved shoving glovers needles through his own tits and tying on weights. This was one of his secret pleasures.
“I know this excites you, Caleb. Piercing your nips. And your cock, too, right? And nuts?”
The guy went to his knees and shoved a larger fishhook into Caleb’s left nut. Then the other one. And the weights. Although Caleb had pierced his nuts before, this didn’t feel good. It hurt. Before Caleb could protest, an even bigger fishhook was run through his cock head. But no weight was attached.
“Goddam that hurts, motherfucker. Get them off!”
The guy said nothing and reached for Caleb’s nose. A small hook penetrated his septum and in seconds, a weight was hanging over his upper lip. Then, Caleb’s mouth was forced open, pliers grabbed his tongue and pulled on it. A hook slid easily through the tongue and a weight was attached. It was heavier than the one on the septum and hung down below his chin.
‘I don’t think you can talk much now, Caleb, with your pierced tongue but that’s OK because you haven’t said anything worthwhile up to now. Just listen. I like you. I want you. And here you are, at my disposal. I can do whatever I want.”
The guy pulled a long rope from an overhead pully and clipped it to the hook in Caleb’s cockhead. Suddenly, his dick was being pulled forward and up. Pulled enough that Caleb came off his feet and was suspended only by his dickhead and wrists. He tried to shout but nothing came out of his mouth. And, strangely, being suspended by his dick was somehow erotic. Painful, but erotic.
“Remember, Caleb, I can have you whenever I want. Whenever I want, and you have no say.” Then the man walked behind Caleb and, a moment later, he felt a sharp jab in his butt. The guy had shot something into Caleb’s ass with a hypo.
Caleb awoke in an old, rusted wreck of a van. In the woods. He was still naked but the hooks and weights had been removed and his body cleaned up. He examined himself and found little evidence that he had ever been pierced. Just a few blood spots on his nips. Any holes were small and would disappear in a few days. His clothes were neatly folded nearby, with his wallet and keys set on top. Although totally at a loss for what had happened to him, Caleb quickly dressed and walked away from the van. After fours, he came across a well-traveled road and hitch-hiked until he got back to the city, found his truck, and reached home.
Caleb didn’t leave home for a week, he was so freaked out. Who would kidnap him? And why? Could it happen again? Eventually, he ventured out. To the grocery store. And the gym, although he transferred to a different branch. He was constantly looking over his shoulder and tried to stay in places where there were lots of other people. It was real paranoia.
Nothing unusual happened to him for months. His life got back to normal and he was no longer thinking about the kidnapping every day. And he was getting his urges again. He needed a new victim. Someone to satisfy his unusual needs. Started looking around at any men he encountered. Then, at the grocery store he noticed the bagger boy. Younger than his usual catch but, oh so cute. He’d be an easy mark. So, he began to plan how to bag the bagger boy.
The preparations were made. The playroom was ready. Caleb’s juices were flowing. He came home from the gym, excitedly anticipating tomorrow’s abduction. As he unlocked the door to his house, someone moved behind him and cracked a heavy baton over his head. He dropped like a brick.
Caleb woke up to find himself hanging from the same rafter beam, in the same room. By only one wrist chained to the beam. Christ! That hurt. His feet were on the floor and not chained so he was able to regain his balance and stand erect, somewhat lessening the tension on his wrist. He was naked, of course. He could feel dried blood on his forehead from the blow, and his head ached terribly. No one seemed to be in the room.
After about an hour, a guy walked in. Good looking, wearing jeans, a white tee, and heavy construction boots. He looked at Caleb, smiled broadly, walked toward him, and with no warning, swung his fist into Caleb’s face. Then a fist rammed deep into Caleb’s naked belly. Wind burst from Caleb’s lungs along with a loud grunt. The man rammed another fist into his gut. Then another. And another. Two fists began to pummel Caleb’s ribs, his armpits, his back, his butt. The pounding continued as Caleb slumped, his legs giving way, so all his weight hung from his chained wrist. The man stopped, loosened the chain, Caleb fell heavily to the floor. A steel-toe boot slammed into his ribs. The man kept kicking the defenseless body: guts, arms, thighs, calves, ass. Caleb curled up to ward off the pain but the barrage continued. Then, after a boot had stomped his belly, driving the air from his lungs, it stopped. The man sat on the floor and pulled Caleb’s battered body to him and held it in him arms.
“Damn! That felt good! I’ve been waiting to do that for so long. You have no idea, Caleb. Ever since I first saw you, I’ve wanted to beat the shit out of you. Punch you. Kick you. Hurt you. Torture you. And now it’s happening.”
The man held Caleb’s bruised naked body tightly to his own. Heat from the battered muscles radiated and warmed his own. Caleb couldn’t move or speak or make much noise at all. He was still gasping to suck air back into his lungs. The man whispered into Caleb’s ear.
“This is your home now. You’ll stay here forever. With me. Huff. Everyone calls me Huff. I’m like you, a little, in some ways. I want to kill, too. But just you. No one else. Yeah. I just want to kill you. For so long, I’ve had an unexplainable and insatiable lust for you. To kidnap you. Cut you. Chew you. Fuck you. Torture you. Break you. Keep you alive for weeks, months. Until you finally die. Can’t explain it. I simply want to torture you, Caleb.
“So, I watched you from afar, and learned about you. Learned too much about you, in fact, because I discovered your secret: you kill men and bury them in your basement. Well, that secret presented problems. I couldn’t maneuver to go home with you or I might end up dead. So, what to do? It took months to settle on the solution: kidnap you and keep you here as my toy. I wanted to fuck with your mind a bit, so I kidnapped you, played with your body a bit, then let you go. You became paranoid, scared. But that wore off and you became careless again. Even planned to grab that bag boy at the grocery. Fifteen years old! Really, Caleb? You’re sick. So, to save the boy, I decided to act right away. And here you are.”
Through his pain, Caleb managed to squeak out “Why?”
“Why, Caleb? Just because. Because I love your body. Because I want your body. Because I want to kill. Same as you. But unlike you, I don’t want to destroy a beautiful man just in one night. I’ve always wondered why do killers kill so immediately and not practice foreplay. Foreplay for me is abusing, cutting, chewing, raping, sodomizing, inflicting brutal torture for days if not months. So, you will be my toy, to be played with however I see fit. I’ll torment your body for months, ripping and cutting and fucking you until you yearn for the death that will not come. No, I won’t let you die. I’ll cut you a thousand times. Your gorgeous body, so sculpted and ripped today, will devolve into a new beauty, bloodied and ripped to shreds. You like butts, I know. Even shit. Things will go in your butthole you never imagined. And things will come out of your ass you never thought possible. Unimaginable pain. Yet we will sleep together many nights so I can caress your body. Your new broken, torn up body. Hold you tight so your body can communicate to mine the pain it is enduring. Whimper in pain, sob in despair, as I wrap you in my arms and plan new torments.”
Caleb could make no sound, but tears were running down his face.
“Let me show you.” Huff pulled a box closer and reached in. “Here’s my favorite, a skinning knife. Very short blade. Perfect to cut your body without penetrating too far. Also great for peeling off bits of your flesh. So sharp you may not even feel it right away. Like this. See, here’s your earlobe. Didn’t even know I’d cut it off until you felt the blood dripping onto your shoulder.
“Razor blades and all sizes of needles.” Huff made a small cut in Caleb’s belly.
“This vice grip is new and I’ve been sharpening its teeth.” He clamped the vice grip to Caleb’s nipple, tightened it, and let it hang free. When the sharp teeth dug into his tit, Caleb let out a short squeal of pain. “Heavy, isn’t it? And I’ve got more vice grips. Several sizes.”
Then he picked up a fish hook and slid it through his cheek. “Just like a fish. I’ll use it as a leash when I exercise you outdoors.”
A fire starter shot a blue flame at his cockhead. “Oh that burns!”
Two latex dildos. The first was short but with a huge circumference. The other was two foot long and slender. “This fatty is going up your ass, Caleb. It will absolutely rip your sphincter apart. The other has a couple uses. First, naturally, I can shove it deep up your ass into your guts. But, even better, I can use it as a cudgel. I can beat your body like this…..” Huff pushed Caleb to the floor and swung the dildo into already-tender ribs, and across his face. As Caleb started to cry out, the latex cudgel slammed into his nuts. A high shriek of agony filled the room.
Caleb tried to slide away. Hurting too much to crawl, it was more of a slow slither. Anything to get away from his tormentor. Until he found himself trapped in a corner. Huff followed, dragging the box, pulling out more equipment. A wooden mallet slammed down on Caleb’s ankle bone. A screwdriver scraped his forehead. Pliers pinched his other nipple. “These are also great for squeezing your nuts and yanking teeth.”
“Look over there. On that shelf. Salt and alcohol for your open wounds. And the jar? Sulfuric acid. Plus a box of syringes so we can get high. I like to shoot up. Makes me more devilish.
“So you see, Caleb. I’ve got lots of equipment, even my teeth.” Huff leaned in and clamped his teeth onto Caleb’s lower lip, hard and deep, until the lip ripped open. “Remember when you were torturing your victims, Caleb? So much confusion mixed with their pain? They couldn’t know exactly what their fate would be. But you? You know exactly what is coming, how it can be drawn out and can seem to last forever.”
Huff wrapped the chain around one ankle and lowly the pulley began to raise Caleb from the floor. Steel dug into bone, as the foot pulled his body across the floor and then into the air. Slowly. Painfully. His butt left the floor, then his back. His arms flailed weakly, uselessly, desperately seeking some way to steady himself. Then his head swung free, and finally his hands. Caleb swung from the beam. His arms hung down, fingertips just off the floor, in utter helplessness His free leg hung free, exposing his unprotected crotch, open to Huff’s whims.
Huff accepted the invitation. As Caleb’s body swayed, he ran his hands over the naked man, caressing it gently. “It’s beautiful. And it’s mine.” In Huff’s hand, Caleb could see the skinning knife. “Nooooooooo. Pleeeeeeze.” “But yes, Caleb. This is the beginning. A mild beginning compared to what’s coming, but a start.”
The knife cut lightly into Caleb’s thigh, the one hanging loose. It poked into his butt cheek. Slid under a pectoral, and into a tricep. A slice on the tip of Caleb’s nose. “Five cuts, Caleb. The first of a thousand.” Huff pushed something into Caleb’s pee hole. “That’s a nettle. There are lots of nettle and blackberry bushes growing around here, and you’ll become well-acquainted with them. This one is about six inches into your dick right now and I’m going to use it to fuck your pee hole.” As Huff yanked, the sharp barbs ripped at the insides of the urethra. He shoved it in again, then out, and in, and out. When it was removed, blood dribbled from the tip of Caleb’s huge soft cock, down onto his belly. Blood also ran from each of the cuts in his body. Huff patted Caleb’s hip and kicked him in the head.
“We’ve begun, Caleb. Five cuts and many more to go. Most will be much more painful. More kicks. More blows. More pain. I have a vivid and nasty imagination. My mind is malevolent, and depraved. More devious than all the Saw movies combined and more horrific than anything dreamed up by Gacy, Dahmer and the Candy Man. Every day, I’ll torture you. Every day, you’ll yearn for death. But the days of torture and horrible pain will go on, and on, and on. GOD DAMN, CALEB! My dream come true. TO FUCKING TORTURE YOUR BODY! To watch your suffering. Watch your despair. Destroy your body. Destroy your mind. Slowly. So slowly.’
Huff took Caleb’s free foot and shot the fire starter at the sole. Caleb screamed as the flame moved from heel to toes, scorching his soft tender soles. Huff held the foot firmly as Caleb’s body convulsed and thrashed, reacting violently to the agony of cooking flesh. His entire body spasmed and quivered without end, even after the flame was extinguished.
Huff dropped the foot, picked up the wooden mallet, and smashed it down on Caleb’s nuts. A high-pitched shriek filled the room as the mallet pounded his testicles two more times. Huff stepped back to enjoy the scene. Caleb hanging naked by one foot, body lurching wildly, his ankle ripped and bleeding, arms flailing uselessly, leg and scorched foot jerking, as his mind processed the unspeakable pain coursing through his being. Then, a vicious kick into Caleb’s face landed square in the eye socket. The room went silent. The thrashing ceased. Caleb’s body became motionless, swaying briefly before coming to a halt.
“And so it begins, Caleb.”
He knew the answer, though. It was that freak from last week. You see, someone jumped him one night as he was getting into his truck behind the gym. Popped a chloroform-soaked bag over his head and subdued him until he passed out. He woke up in a dark room. Stark naked.
Arms spread wide and wrists chained to a heavy overhead beam, and feet spread-eagled wide and hooked to two bolts in the floor. When his head finally cleared, he listened hard. Not a sound. What the fuck!? How could this happen? Who did it? Why? Questions swirled through his mind. It made no sense. The only thing he knew was he was in deep shit. There was no way he could get loose. FUCK!!!!!
After about twenty minutes, he heard the pop of a beer can. The sound of someone swallowing. A belch. Then a light came on. A spotlight. Intensely bright and shining directly into his face. Blinded, he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. Little by little, his eyes adjusted to the light and he saw someone, a man, was standing in front of him. Couldn’t make out anything about him except he wore a Tee and dark sunglasses. Didn’t move. Just stood there. But Caleb could feel his warm breath, he was that close.
The man’s hands reached to Caleb’s chest and rubbed his pectorals. Leaned in and gently kissed his nipples. Then his hand grasped Caleb’s dick. “This is huge, Caleb. I knew it was big but had no idea how enormous. You must be so proud.”
The guy began to caress Caleb’s entire body with both his hands and his mouth. Back, ass, cock, balls, face, belly, neck. He massaged his round, hard bubble butt, spreading cheeks and poking a finger into the puckered hole.
Abruptly, the man stood. Again his face was close to Caleb’s. Again the warm breath. No movement. No sound. Finally, he spoke. “You’re hot, Caleb. But you know that, don’t you? You flaunt your beauty. And use it to attract beautiful men.”
“Fuck off, buddy! Who the hell are you? Why am I here?”
“You’re here because I want you here. And my name? Nick. Bradley. Jeremy. Rusty. Cameron. Sebastian. Take your pick.”Caleb’s stomach tightened. These were the names of men he had killed. But how did this guy know any of that? He always worked alone. No one knew but himself.
“Yes, Caleb. I know your secret. I know you like to torture and kill. I even know where the bodies are buried. In your secret sub-basement. But I don’t care. You had fun and that’s what counts. Now, I’m going to have fun. Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you. Just want you to know you have a secret admirer. A fan. A follower. I’m out there watching you. Salivating at your beauty. Wanting your body.”
He went on in this vein for a long while, talking of Caleb’s beauty and of the men he had killed. As he talked, he pushed fishhooks through Caleb’s nipples. Then tied fishing weights to them. The sensation was turning Caleb on because he had always loved shoving glovers needles through his own tits and tying on weights. This was one of his secret pleasures.
“I know this excites you, Caleb. Piercing your nips. And your cock, too, right? And nuts?”
The guy went to his knees and shoved a larger fishhook into Caleb’s left nut. Then the other one. And the weights. Although Caleb had pierced his nuts before, this didn’t feel good. It hurt. Before Caleb could protest, an even bigger fishhook was run through his cock head. But no weight was attached.
“Goddam that hurts, motherfucker. Get them off!”
The guy said nothing and reached for Caleb’s nose. A small hook penetrated his septum and in seconds, a weight was hanging over his upper lip. Then, Caleb’s mouth was forced open, pliers grabbed his tongue and pulled on it. A hook slid easily through the tongue and a weight was attached. It was heavier than the one on the septum and hung down below his chin.
‘I don’t think you can talk much now, Caleb, with your pierced tongue but that’s OK because you haven’t said anything worthwhile up to now. Just listen. I like you. I want you. And here you are, at my disposal. I can do whatever I want.”
The guy pulled a long rope from an overhead pully and clipped it to the hook in Caleb’s cockhead. Suddenly, his dick was being pulled forward and up. Pulled enough that Caleb came off his feet and was suspended only by his dickhead and wrists. He tried to shout but nothing came out of his mouth. And, strangely, being suspended by his dick was somehow erotic. Painful, but erotic.
“Remember, Caleb, I can have you whenever I want. Whenever I want, and you have no say.” Then the man walked behind Caleb and, a moment later, he felt a sharp jab in his butt. The guy had shot something into Caleb’s ass with a hypo.
Caleb awoke in an old, rusted wreck of a van. In the woods. He was still naked but the hooks and weights had been removed and his body cleaned up. He examined himself and found little evidence that he had ever been pierced. Just a few blood spots on his nips. Any holes were small and would disappear in a few days. His clothes were neatly folded nearby, with his wallet and keys set on top. Although totally at a loss for what had happened to him, Caleb quickly dressed and walked away from the van. After fours, he came across a well-traveled road and hitch-hiked until he got back to the city, found his truck, and reached home.
Caleb didn’t leave home for a week, he was so freaked out. Who would kidnap him? And why? Could it happen again? Eventually, he ventured out. To the grocery store. And the gym, although he transferred to a different branch. He was constantly looking over his shoulder and tried to stay in places where there were lots of other people. It was real paranoia.
Nothing unusual happened to him for months. His life got back to normal and he was no longer thinking about the kidnapping every day. And he was getting his urges again. He needed a new victim. Someone to satisfy his unusual needs. Started looking around at any men he encountered. Then, at the grocery store he noticed the bagger boy. Younger than his usual catch but, oh so cute. He’d be an easy mark. So, he began to plan how to bag the bagger boy.
The preparations were made. The playroom was ready. Caleb’s juices were flowing. He came home from the gym, excitedly anticipating tomorrow’s abduction. As he unlocked the door to his house, someone moved behind him and cracked a heavy baton over his head. He dropped like a brick.
Caleb woke up to find himself hanging from the same rafter beam, in the same room. By only one wrist chained to the beam. Christ! That hurt. His feet were on the floor and not chained so he was able to regain his balance and stand erect, somewhat lessening the tension on his wrist. He was naked, of course. He could feel dried blood on his forehead from the blow, and his head ached terribly. No one seemed to be in the room.
After about an hour, a guy walked in. Good looking, wearing jeans, a white tee, and heavy construction boots. He looked at Caleb, smiled broadly, walked toward him, and with no warning, swung his fist into Caleb’s face. Then a fist rammed deep into Caleb’s naked belly. Wind burst from Caleb’s lungs along with a loud grunt. The man rammed another fist into his gut. Then another. And another. Two fists began to pummel Caleb’s ribs, his armpits, his back, his butt. The pounding continued as Caleb slumped, his legs giving way, so all his weight hung from his chained wrist. The man stopped, loosened the chain, Caleb fell heavily to the floor. A steel-toe boot slammed into his ribs. The man kept kicking the defenseless body: guts, arms, thighs, calves, ass. Caleb curled up to ward off the pain but the barrage continued. Then, after a boot had stomped his belly, driving the air from his lungs, it stopped. The man sat on the floor and pulled Caleb’s battered body to him and held it in him arms.
“Damn! That felt good! I’ve been waiting to do that for so long. You have no idea, Caleb. Ever since I first saw you, I’ve wanted to beat the shit out of you. Punch you. Kick you. Hurt you. Torture you. And now it’s happening.”
The man held Caleb’s bruised naked body tightly to his own. Heat from the battered muscles radiated and warmed his own. Caleb couldn’t move or speak or make much noise at all. He was still gasping to suck air back into his lungs. The man whispered into Caleb’s ear.
“This is your home now. You’ll stay here forever. With me. Huff. Everyone calls me Huff. I’m like you, a little, in some ways. I want to kill, too. But just you. No one else. Yeah. I just want to kill you. For so long, I’ve had an unexplainable and insatiable lust for you. To kidnap you. Cut you. Chew you. Fuck you. Torture you. Break you. Keep you alive for weeks, months. Until you finally die. Can’t explain it. I simply want to torture you, Caleb.
“So, I watched you from afar, and learned about you. Learned too much about you, in fact, because I discovered your secret: you kill men and bury them in your basement. Well, that secret presented problems. I couldn’t maneuver to go home with you or I might end up dead. So, what to do? It took months to settle on the solution: kidnap you and keep you here as my toy. I wanted to fuck with your mind a bit, so I kidnapped you, played with your body a bit, then let you go. You became paranoid, scared. But that wore off and you became careless again. Even planned to grab that bag boy at the grocery. Fifteen years old! Really, Caleb? You’re sick. So, to save the boy, I decided to act right away. And here you are.”
Through his pain, Caleb managed to squeak out “Why?”
“Why, Caleb? Just because. Because I love your body. Because I want your body. Because I want to kill. Same as you. But unlike you, I don’t want to destroy a beautiful man just in one night. I’ve always wondered why do killers kill so immediately and not practice foreplay. Foreplay for me is abusing, cutting, chewing, raping, sodomizing, inflicting brutal torture for days if not months. So, you will be my toy, to be played with however I see fit. I’ll torment your body for months, ripping and cutting and fucking you until you yearn for the death that will not come. No, I won’t let you die. I’ll cut you a thousand times. Your gorgeous body, so sculpted and ripped today, will devolve into a new beauty, bloodied and ripped to shreds. You like butts, I know. Even shit. Things will go in your butthole you never imagined. And things will come out of your ass you never thought possible. Unimaginable pain. Yet we will sleep together many nights so I can caress your body. Your new broken, torn up body. Hold you tight so your body can communicate to mine the pain it is enduring. Whimper in pain, sob in despair, as I wrap you in my arms and plan new torments.”
Caleb could make no sound, but tears were running down his face.
“Let me show you.” Huff pulled a box closer and reached in. “Here’s my favorite, a skinning knife. Very short blade. Perfect to cut your body without penetrating too far. Also great for peeling off bits of your flesh. So sharp you may not even feel it right away. Like this. See, here’s your earlobe. Didn’t even know I’d cut it off until you felt the blood dripping onto your shoulder.
“Razor blades and all sizes of needles.” Huff made a small cut in Caleb’s belly.
“This vice grip is new and I’ve been sharpening its teeth.” He clamped the vice grip to Caleb’s nipple, tightened it, and let it hang free. When the sharp teeth dug into his tit, Caleb let out a short squeal of pain. “Heavy, isn’t it? And I’ve got more vice grips. Several sizes.”
Then he picked up a fish hook and slid it through his cheek. “Just like a fish. I’ll use it as a leash when I exercise you outdoors.”
A fire starter shot a blue flame at his cockhead. “Oh that burns!”
Two latex dildos. The first was short but with a huge circumference. The other was two foot long and slender. “This fatty is going up your ass, Caleb. It will absolutely rip your sphincter apart. The other has a couple uses. First, naturally, I can shove it deep up your ass into your guts. But, even better, I can use it as a cudgel. I can beat your body like this…..” Huff pushed Caleb to the floor and swung the dildo into already-tender ribs, and across his face. As Caleb started to cry out, the latex cudgel slammed into his nuts. A high shriek of agony filled the room.
Caleb tried to slide away. Hurting too much to crawl, it was more of a slow slither. Anything to get away from his tormentor. Until he found himself trapped in a corner. Huff followed, dragging the box, pulling out more equipment. A wooden mallet slammed down on Caleb’s ankle bone. A screwdriver scraped his forehead. Pliers pinched his other nipple. “These are also great for squeezing your nuts and yanking teeth.”
“Look over there. On that shelf. Salt and alcohol for your open wounds. And the jar? Sulfuric acid. Plus a box of syringes so we can get high. I like to shoot up. Makes me more devilish.
“So you see, Caleb. I’ve got lots of equipment, even my teeth.” Huff leaned in and clamped his teeth onto Caleb’s lower lip, hard and deep, until the lip ripped open. “Remember when you were torturing your victims, Caleb? So much confusion mixed with their pain? They couldn’t know exactly what their fate would be. But you? You know exactly what is coming, how it can be drawn out and can seem to last forever.”
Huff wrapped the chain around one ankle and lowly the pulley began to raise Caleb from the floor. Steel dug into bone, as the foot pulled his body across the floor and then into the air. Slowly. Painfully. His butt left the floor, then his back. His arms flailed weakly, uselessly, desperately seeking some way to steady himself. Then his head swung free, and finally his hands. Caleb swung from the beam. His arms hung down, fingertips just off the floor, in utter helplessness His free leg hung free, exposing his unprotected crotch, open to Huff’s whims.
Huff accepted the invitation. As Caleb’s body swayed, he ran his hands over the naked man, caressing it gently. “It’s beautiful. And it’s mine.” In Huff’s hand, Caleb could see the skinning knife. “Nooooooooo. Pleeeeeeze.” “But yes, Caleb. This is the beginning. A mild beginning compared to what’s coming, but a start.”
The knife cut lightly into Caleb’s thigh, the one hanging loose. It poked into his butt cheek. Slid under a pectoral, and into a tricep. A slice on the tip of Caleb’s nose. “Five cuts, Caleb. The first of a thousand.” Huff pushed something into Caleb’s pee hole. “That’s a nettle. There are lots of nettle and blackberry bushes growing around here, and you’ll become well-acquainted with them. This one is about six inches into your dick right now and I’m going to use it to fuck your pee hole.” As Huff yanked, the sharp barbs ripped at the insides of the urethra. He shoved it in again, then out, and in, and out. When it was removed, blood dribbled from the tip of Caleb’s huge soft cock, down onto his belly. Blood also ran from each of the cuts in his body. Huff patted Caleb’s hip and kicked him in the head.
“We’ve begun, Caleb. Five cuts and many more to go. Most will be much more painful. More kicks. More blows. More pain. I have a vivid and nasty imagination. My mind is malevolent, and depraved. More devious than all the Saw movies combined and more horrific than anything dreamed up by Gacy, Dahmer and the Candy Man. Every day, I’ll torture you. Every day, you’ll yearn for death. But the days of torture and horrible pain will go on, and on, and on. GOD DAMN, CALEB! My dream come true. TO FUCKING TORTURE YOUR BODY! To watch your suffering. Watch your despair. Destroy your body. Destroy your mind. Slowly. So slowly.’
Huff took Caleb’s free foot and shot the fire starter at the sole. Caleb screamed as the flame moved from heel to toes, scorching his soft tender soles. Huff held the foot firmly as Caleb’s body convulsed and thrashed, reacting violently to the agony of cooking flesh. His entire body spasmed and quivered without end, even after the flame was extinguished.
Huff dropped the foot, picked up the wooden mallet, and smashed it down on Caleb’s nuts. A high-pitched shriek filled the room as the mallet pounded his testicles two more times. Huff stepped back to enjoy the scene. Caleb hanging naked by one foot, body lurching wildly, his ankle ripped and bleeding, arms flailing uselessly, leg and scorched foot jerking, as his mind processed the unspeakable pain coursing through his being. Then, a vicious kick into Caleb’s face landed square in the eye socket. The room went silent. The thrashing ceased. Caleb’s body became motionless, swaying briefly before coming to a halt.
“And so it begins, Caleb.”
