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What a worthless day, what a pitiful worthless day it is.  I am walking in cold spring rain.  It’s been raining for weeks.  Not just raining - pouring.  It’s not just raining cats and dogs; it’s raining cows and chickens.  This day is over, it’s done, I quit.  I’m going to make it home, even if it takes me hours, which it will.  And then, I’m heading straight to bed.  If there is one good thing that can come of this day, it’s that I’ll have a dream like the one I dreamed last night, and the night before, and all the other nights this month.  How pathetic is a life when the best part of your day is spent unconscious?  Although, sleep is underrated, that’s what I always say.   

He smiles, gives me a nod as though he’s known me for years.

“We’ve had this conversation before,” my words telling me what I didn’t know I was thinking. 

He laughs, shakes his head.

“Not this one, not exactly.”

“Why don’t I remember?”

He shrugs, looks down into his briefcase set open on the table in front of him.  I look at his case, watch his hands, polite fingers leafing through pages and photos.  He has a tattoo on the back of his hand, the same as mine. 

“Why today?” I ask.

His smile fades as he glances at the sheet of paper he’s pulled from the case.  He looks up at me, then back down at the page.  When he hands it to me, at first I have trouble looking at it.  I have to look at him instead.

He shrugs again.

“Because you’re sick of forgetting.”

One Sentence in Latin.

I can’t remember, do I know this language?

“Do you know what this says, what it means?”

I nod, reluctant.  The high pitch in my ear, it becomes so loud I can’t hear what he’s saying.  But I can see his lips speaking; gently, honest, authoritative.

“You think this is necessary?” I ask, breaking through the deafness.

“Do you think so?”

“I-I don’t…”

“You look frightened.”

“Was I this frightened before?”

He looked to his briefcase again, then down at the table.  “You always are.”

I’m having trouble catching my breath.  I feel like I’m submerged in icy water.  He noticed right away “This is when your hands begin to tremble.”

“Will it end today then?”

“It’s up to you?”

“Do you always say that?”

“Yes.”

“Then how is this conversation different?”

“That’s up to you”

I smiled, looking down with my chin to my chest, shaking my head.

“You wanted my opinion before?…It’s as much a pleasure as it is a pain for me to do this.  If you still believe it’s necessary then I’ll continue”

“Continue.”

The tone in my head is screaming, it’s making me sick, and now, I’m unconscious.

This is not a good place that I’ve woke to.  This is not the clean room with the steel table and the comfortable chair.  Uaarghg, what is that terrible noise in my head.  My hands are bound together with thin leather straps connecting to a slack chain and it’s the same for my feet.  I’m nearly naked, with only my briefs covering my private parts.    

A steel door opens that lets in only more darkness.  Then it shuts. 

Someone is pacing around the room.  No, not pacing - shuffling.

“Bit hard to see in hear, isn’t it?”

It’s the voice of a boy, hardly developed, still squeakish. 

“You’re hardly a man yourself!  Only 22 and you’ve been down here for… well- shall we say, a good while anyway.”

“Let’s remedy this,” he continues and I am suddenly showered in light.  Two pair of halogen floodlights hung on tripods are beaming down.  They’re too bright for me to see beyond the pad I’m laying on.  The voice is somewhere beyond them. 

“Concrete on concrete,” he ponders.  “Tisk, tisk.  So drab and tasteless. But I see you’ve provided yourself a mat to lay on.  Better than the others I suppose.”

I don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.  I cough when I try to speak.  Finally I get a word in, though it’s not an introduction I’m asking for.  “And you are??”

The voice is closer, “You don’t know me?” He’s offended.  “Well I suppose not.”

He leans into the light, his body still shrouded in darkness.   It is an unexpectedly peaceful and pleasant face to look at.  “Call me Abe.” His face is gone again.  “Only, you know, people of authority can call me by my full name.  All of this is quite inconsequential to you at any rate.”

It might be a pleasure to meet Abe If I wasn’t feeling so completely vulnerable.

“Did you enjoy your nap?” he questions.

Silence

“How are you doing down there?”

How considerate of him to take interest in my feelings.  But., before I can eke out a sarcastic answer he’s laying down next to me, casually propped up on one arm with his feet crossed and starring directly into my eyes.

“It’s all right if you don’t have time for conversation, I can see you’re all tied up at the moment.” He giggles boyishly.  “Don’t back away so quickly, you won’t get far anyway.  Come here.”  He pats his hand on the mat next to him.  “Be comfortable for a few moments, lay here, next to me, like you were.” 

I take him up on it since it was as genuine an offer as it is practical.  With my hands and feet bound, it’s difficult to achieve a more comfortable composure anyway. 

“Submissive from the start, I like that.”  He’s begins stroking my cheek with the back of his forefinger and then moves to absently twisting a tuft of my hair.  “This is probably the last moment we’ll have alone for a while, I want you and I to enjoy this - as friends.  I wanted to tell you, that I think you’re quite beautiful.”

If I were dressed nice in loose clothes like he is, and wasn’t chained to a floor, I’d be a lot more receptive to this offering of friendship.  Still, his sincerity and nature are calming.

“Beautiful,” he continued.  “Lucky to have such a magnificent genetic package:  ice blue eyes, determined face, slender profile, both lean and supple muscles, powerful legs and back, even a nice pattern of fresh body hair taking hold; and with those straight white teeth, I bet you would smile brilliantly.” 

How could I not feel bashful, especially coming from someone of striking features himself.  Though, I’m not about to grant him a smile.       

Knuckles crackle in the darkness beyond us.  “Well you two are getting on cozily.”

‘How many people are in this room…how big is this room?’ I have to wonder.

Abe is surprised as well.  “Beball, you are in a hurry today, I didn’t know you had arrived”

“Master Paimon is loosing his patience with this one.”

What need is there for patience in Hell.  

“Practice your virtues young sweet boy.” Abe whispers in my ear, his breath intruding my skull.

“And mind your manners as well.” Beball adds. “We are lords in the House of the West, you should be on your knees waiting for commands.  Abalam! Posture him correctly so the boy can serve us.”

“All right then,”  he says with a sadistic grin of excitement.  Abe unfastens my chains.  Kneeling behind me he grabs hold of my wrist and twists it behind my back as he brings me to my knees.  My hands are then tied together and dangle in the small of my back while Abe compresses my ankles together with his knees.  He splays his fingers apart as he runs them through my hair, then clenches a fist of my bangs and draws my head back so that I am starring wide eyed, straight up at Beball.

Beball’s thumb passes across my lips.  “Lovely, lovely boy.  Servant of the King.”   He bends down, leading with his beastly nostrils to my breast, near my armpit and sniffs.  Abe, behind me, licks the nape of my neck, then blows softly on it.  Shivers chase down my spine. 

They probe and invade every part of my body with fingertips, tongues, and eyes.  They pull at my underwear and let it snap back against my skin.  They tickle and scratch, they squeeze and bite.  All through this feast of flesh, with Beball in my right and Abe in my left ear - they chant, and chide, and taunt. 

My eyes fall closed and it is some time before Paimon enters.  When he does, I am laid out on the mat with my torn briefs next to me.  Beball has both my balls in his mouth and is rubbing them with the underside of his tongue.  Abe is piercing and stabbing the most inner canal of my ear with his tongue and teething my earlobes. 

Paimon doesn’t speak.  He walks in through the door, grips my hair and I am scuffling across the floor as he leads me into the next chamber.    

It is cold and the floor is wet.  I am dropped on the tiles near the back wall.  Master Paimon walks casually to the center of the chamber.  Beball and Abalam are undressing in the entryway.  I pull myself up to my knees and take a moment to rest.

 ‘Is there anywhere to run,’ suddenly clutched by my upper arms and postured on my knees before Paimon.

“Abalam, Beball, try to scrub the filth off him while I give the boy a rinse.”

Paimon lets loose a jet of icy water from a garden hose.   My jaw hinges open in a false scream.  The stream strikes my chest, my stomach compresses and forces all the air out of my lungs.  I’m trying to double over, but Paimon’s servants hold me in place.  Beball pushes on the small of my back to keep me upright while Abalam clutches my hair to keep me facing forward.  Paimon is apathetic with the spray.  The white rope of water strikes my face and I cringe and choke.  It passes across my genitals and my balls retreat up into my gut.  I flex and wriggle, trying to protect my body, but Abe and Beball  overpower my efforts.  The stream stops.  I am sputtering and gasping for air.  The strong hands that bound me release as Abalam pushes on my shoulder with his foot and forces me forward.  Unable to catch myself, my face meets the concrete.  Immediately I am helped back up, now on my hands and knees. 

“He’s bleeding from the nose, Master Paimon.” 

“It’s of no consequence, Abalam.  Continue.”

Beball pours a pool of soap onto my back from a dish detergent bottle.  Abe begins lathering across my skin.  The servants hands feel very warm on my body.  Beball sets upon my face with a handful of soap.  My eyes burn and sting.  He pushes soap up into my nose and into my mouth, on the inside of my cheeks and along my teeth.  A pair of fingers penetrates my asshole, and Abalam is pushing soap into it.  He seems to be enjoying.  He charges in with two fingers, then splays them as he slowly draws them out and my anus sucks closed around them. 

Now someone has a coarse scrub brush raking the bottom of my feet.  Another scrub brush starts scouring my flanks and stomach. 

Bebal’s penis is hanging in my face and pushes against my cheek as he is bent over, scrubbing my back.  My skin scratches and flares, I shiver and chatter drawing only quick hypothermic breaths.

Abalam and Beball finally discard their brushes and abandon me.  Paimon walks forward with his hose.   He holds me by my chin and neck with one hand while he lets loose a torrent of burning cold water.

I am drowning.

When the rinsing is finished, they all do a shoddy job toweling me off, and I am brought up to my feet, The first time I’ve stood this day.

Abalam looks into my eyes and pets my tummy, “Ahh, what fun things we have in store for you.”

“What shall he have today Mater,” Beball inquires.  “The rack, the screw, a canning perhaps?”

“Maybe we should fuck his ass,” Abalam interjects.

“Now, now, in due time Abalam.  But, what I think the boy wants is a lashing.  Bring him over, stretch out his arms and hold him by his wrists.”

Paimon lights up a couple halogens, and their heat immediately begins to warm my shivering body.  He walks in back of me and picks a cat of nine tails from a table of assorted torture devices.  My muscles tense up as I wait for the impact.

“What a very nice, well toned back you have.  Are you going to squeeze your buttocks together when I lash you?  Hmm?”  Paimon waits.  He moves in close and I can feel his breath on my neck.  Beball pulls a little harder on my outstretched arm.  Abalam pulls back, and they play a little tug of war with me.  They laugh out loud.   Then the sting of the first lash cracks across my back. 

Abalam provides the expression, “Ooo, Ouch.”

Then a second and third set of lashes follows.  I try to hold myself stiff.  But the force travels through me.  My cock and balls swing against my thighs as I react.  I am learning.  If I pull myself forward as the whip lands, the blow is softened.  The lashes are administered quicker and quicker with less breaks in between.  Incredible utterances are spilling out my mouth.  It’s not my lips speaking, but my body, my gut.  ‘ooff, aahh, aughgh, rrraw.” 

“That a boy, tell me how much you like it.”

“I don’t.”

He whips harder, now striking with the forehand and coming back across with the backhand. 

Abalam moves in, changes his grip to my upper arm.  He grabs hold of my jostling ball sack and fondles.  My thighs constrict together to protect myself.  Now its harder to keep my balance when
the lashes come.  He’s looking straight into my eyes , a few inches away; so close I can see my eyes reflected in his. 

“I love the way your eyes flash when you’re stuck.  There!  Just like that.  Can you see them, can you see you eyes flash in mine?”

Paimon administers a harsh succession of lashes.  He doesn’t stop.  I scream from the force of it.  My knees give out beneath me, and I fall forward.  The lashing doesn’t stop.  He’s in a fury.  Beball and Abalam let go and stand back watching, studying, taking in the experience.  I am on my hands and knees, and he continues lashing, faster and faster on my back and ass. Until finally
I submit and fall down to the floor. 

The well of emotions is overfilled.  Shame and humiliation swell in my chest.  I heave, I whimper and wine.  I curl up and lock my hands behind my neck. 

“Suspend him.”

Paimon’s servants go to work.  They fit my hands with studded suspension cuffs.  They stand me up beneath the suspension beam and lock one arm at a time onto the chains hanging at my side.  Then they shackle my feet to D rings in the floor.  Beball turns a crank and the chains draw my arms upward.  I try to stand on my tiptoes, but with another crank I am lifted into the air.  The skin on my flanks, along my ribs, feels like its going to split.  Beball cranks me higher till the chains on my feet are taught, so that my legs are stretched as well, pulling the skin behind my knees.  Abalam gives me a little push on my red and blistered back.  I swing back and forth, completely out of my own control.

“Beball, kindly attach electrodes to the boy.  Five on the inside of each of his thighs, 6 on that washboard stomach of his.  A thin anal probe as well.  Ducktape that to him, so it stays nice and tight in there, we don’t want him to force it out.  Abalam, do something with his cock and balls.  Let’s get a couple on the bottom of his feet as well.”

“Nipple clips Sir?” 

“Yes, good idea, Beball, lock some alligator clamps to his nipples.”

Abalam is intense on his work.  He wraps a bare copper wire on the stem of my cock, just beneath the sensitive flesh of the Penis head.  He leans in and takes a lick on the very tip of my penis.  He tapes the copper wire along my shaft and then wraps it in a figure eight around my balls. 

Fear, pure fear. 

Beball has all his electrodes taped in place and he is attaching wires to them.  Wires that lead to a small box that is plugged into the wall where Paimon is sitting down, comfortably in an armchair. 

“We’ll need to gag him, so he doesn’t bite his tongue off.”  Abalam reminds Paimon.

“Yes, yes, of coarse, we wouldn’t want to permanently damage him.”

Abalam fits a head harness to me.  On top of the harness is a ring that he attaches to the suspension system.  He pulls my head upright.  “Say ahh.”  He fits a ring into my mouth then snaps it in to the harness along my cheekbones.  He scratches my back gently and kisses my chest.  Then he gives me a little push and walks over to Beball and Paimon behind the machine. 

“Let’s give him a little workout first.”

All my stomach muscles clench, then they relax, then they clench.  Again and again.  I start to break a sweat.  Now the anal probe buzzes to life.  It’s a warm vibration.  Very warm, no hot,  Hotter!  Then the thighs are triggered and I am dancing around in my chains like a marionette. Finally the copper wire around my penis heats up.  I am instantly hard.  It’s a wonderful sensation, ecstasy.  Then too much.  Now it’s painful, very painful.  It’s a numbing buzz as if I was hit in the sack with a frying pan. 

They laugh as they experiment.  They can make me do anything they want if they stimulate the right succession of contacts.  They make me thrust my hips forward, then backwards.  They make me kick and flail, and jiggle.  The make me thrust my ass back and make the bottoms of my feet dance.    It goes on for a long time.

Everything is distant.  Everything is blurred, maybe its tears, maybe I’m too exhausted to see anymore.  I don’t make faces of pain anymore, or clench my fists.  I hang there like a dead animal and they do what they do to me.  I am not even aware that they have stopped.  

“What’s next for him Master?”

“No, no more torture, he’s had enough, he’s receded into an imaginary place now.  We’ve broken his spirit.  We’ll give him a minute to revive, and then we can imprint new desires within him.  He’s being transformed, like a grape into wine.  Eventually he’ll be more refined than he was.” Paimon pauses to ponder, “The vine of God is entangled on the fence that divides good and evil.  Most of the grapes desire to grow to be the wine in His cup.  Me, I want to taste the wine.  And all I have to do is wait for one of His grapes to fall from the vine.”

“Cut him down, lay him on the mats and give the boy some water to drink.”

Abalam holds my head up and brings water to my lips.  The mats cover a large area.  Again, this square of space is lit by warming halogen floodlights, one set on each corner.  Just outside the curtain of light sits the Master Paimon on a stool, set against the deep blackness of the chamber, with shadows defining his vivid features.  For a moment as I look up at him I have a vision. 

A man, strong and bold, but with a tender and soft face, he is a man of great knowledge.  He rides through the desert on the back of a camel.  Following him is a cluster of Indian musicians pounding out drum beats, strumming on harps made of dragon bones.  He leads the march of the twenty five legions of demons from the Western House of Hell.  On top his camel, he looks at me and fans his great black wings.  The vision ends and there is Paimon in the flesh, looking down at me, unblinking and complacent. 

Abalam turns to kiss me on the lips.  I don’t kiss back.  He continues kissing me, biting onto my lip, tugging it and letting it spring back against my teeth.  His eyes are so sincere, so green, so loving.  He is on his knees, straddling me; his arms pushing my shoulders into the floor mat and holding his body above mine.  He traces circles in my stomach with his penis, and kisses me: on my neck, my ears, my eyelids, and my lips.  Beball is in back of Abe, with his finger tickling Abalam’s asshole.  

“That’s right kiss him, bring him back awake, kiss him gently,” Paimon directs.

Beball is now on his knees behind Abalam, placing his hard penis into his asshole.  He begins to fuck him.  Abalam turns back and hisses in his face.  Beball reaches around him and strokes his cock, making it hard.  Abe is temporarily lost in the sensations.  I watch this and I am aroused.  Abalam’s great dark, girthy penis growing from the black forest of hair on his abdomen, it fascinates.  Abalam turns around and throws Beball from him.  He reaches out for a vessel of lubrication.  He slathers it on Bebal’s cock and licks it from the head of his penis.  He turns back to me.  “Pour it on him,” commands Paimon.  Abalam obeys, he measures out a pool of Lubrication on my stomach.  He washes it down around my balls, He pours another pool down on my penis.  He strokes my penis lightly and it begins to grow.  He washes the lube across my chest and up around my neck, then he lays down on top of me.  I moan, and he slides up and down my body with his penis passing next to mine.  He kisses me and I turn my face.  He leans to face me and I turn my head to the other side.  He grabs hold of my chin and plants his tongue into my mouth.  Then he releases me and begins to lick my cock and balls.  I shift and pull away from him, but Beball is behind me.

Beball catches me and flips me onto my knees.  He pulls my buttocks apart and charges in with his fingers.  Abalam has his head buried in my crotch and is sucking my dick.  I look around distraught.  I look at Paimon then out into the darkness of the chamber.  I whimper and shift.  I break away from them and scurry towards the end of the mat.  But, Abalam has hold of my ankle and drags me back to the center.  He twists my leg and I turn onto my back.  Abalam rushes in.  He clamps his hand on my mouth and pushes up against my nose.  I can’t breath.  He vigorously Masturbates me.  Grabbing onto the forearm that is suffocating me,  I twist and roll, trying to shake him off me.  He keeps his hold till I push up on his chest and roll him off me. 

Beball is standing.  He has hold of my ankles and flips me onto my face.  He reaches around my torso and pulls me back onto him.  He fucks me, deep and hard.  I gurgle and choke, my face is hot, my body is sweating. 

“Beball, off of him.  Make him sit, make him sit on his knees.  I want to see him suck on Abalam, that’s what he yearns to do.”

Beball postures me and Abalam is standing, waiting, tossing his great flagellant penis around with his fingers.  Beball presses behind my ears.  My mouth opens wide.  Abalam stuffs his cock inside.

“Suck.” “He’s not sucking”

“Then face fuck him.”

Abalam pushes and pulls his cock.  His penis is growing inside my mouth.  I gag, and sputter.  Finally I grab hold of its base and go down on his cock, tonguing it hard - licking it, turning my head to the side as I draw it out and swallowing it as I draw it back.

“Now you’ve got the hang of it.”

“Turn him around, let him suck on Beball.”

They turn me around, Beball pushes his penis against my lips.  I keep my mouth shut.

He rubs his penis back and forth across my lips.  “Come on now, open up like a good boy.” 

‘I won’t open my mouth for that sadistic bitch.’  Abalam, from behind, squeezes my balls and twists.  I scream out in pain.  “Now, keep it open or I’ll break your nuts in my hand.”

I let him come in.  “now suck him, like you did me.”

“Suck him boy!” cries out Paimon.

I do as I’m told.  But, now I trace letters on Beball’s shaft with my tongue.  I spell out: ‘BITCH,’ ‘WHORE,’ and ‘BEAST.’  Beball understands.  He laughs sadistically.  His penis is throbbing and ticking. 

“Harder, Faster.”   I let go with my tongue and bob my head in and out.  Beball groans.  He pulls out and strokes his cock twice.  He launches a stream of jizz across my face.  It drips down off my chin. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, Abalam is in my ass, fucking me.  I groan and moan, and gasp for air.  He sits me down on him, on top of his cock and plays with my nipples.  Master Paimon now approaches.  He pulls off his loincloth and stokes my hair in a kindly way, in a fatherly way.

“Now, blow me.  And do your best work.”

I comply and passionately suck him off, while Abalam masturbates me.  He pushes me to the edge of cumming, then squeezes hard on the tip of my penis, until the urge subsides.  Long after Master Paimon is finished, they are still edging me.  For an hour or more they keep me on the edge, all trading off in the job.  I flail and roll about the mats. My whole body is in orgasm, but they wont let me cum.  I need to cum. I must cum.

“I do believe you’re enjoying this.”

“I fucking love it!”

“Then, I’m afraid, We’ll have to do this again tomorrow.  Though, do try to remember this one thing–”

“-I know, I know.  But, do me a favor.  Write it down for me and give me a chance to remember.-”

“–Sin is its own punishment.”