Manel - The Torture - 1

This tale is an appendix to the story of Manel. In the comments, some of you expressed your desire to read about how I tortured Manel. Well, here you have it. Needless to say, it's not for everyone, particularly those more sensitive or squeamish.

I spent about 15 minutes describing the variety of tortures I would inflict on him, while Manel glared at me with hatred.

"And I can guarantee you that I won't make the same mistake you did. This weekend is for us, and I assure you that only one of us will make it to Monday alive."

Manel refused to believe that could happen to him, that it was impossible. He continued with threats and insults, tried to negotiate, offered me everything he had, attempted to manipulate me by telling me about the misfortunes in his life and the bad luck he always had. But he never reached the fifth stage of grief, acceptance. He didn't accept that this weekend would be his last, and that he would suffer just as he had made me suffer.

I showed him the baton again, and he immediately fell silent.

"While I prepare the tools, I'll tell you a story. Please don't interrupt or I'll use my little friend here."

I started laying out various utensils on a silver tray.

"It all began a couple of days after our 'romantic' encounter. As you can imagine, I didn't think I would wake up again, but there I was. Surrounded by my family, all with sad faces, and I had no idea why I was lying there. My mother crying, my father consoling her, and I was the center of attention. Suddenly, I remembered everything - pain, fear, helplessness, despair. A whole collection of very intense feelings that hit me all at once. Then something strange happened. I felt humanity as an enemy. I can't explain it without sounding crazy, but I could hear people outside the room, and I truly believed they were conspiring to harm me. When the doctor entered with some nurses and a psychologist, and asked my family to leave the room, I felt those people were there to harm me. That's when I had my first panic attack. You can't imagine the chaos that followed..."

I had everything set up neatly on the tray, all the utensils gleaming silver like they were a collection of jewels to be admired and cared for.

"...I only managed to calm down when my parents entered. With them there, I could relax. That's when they explained everything you did to me. Thanks to you, I got a new rectum at 15. They had to reconstruct it. Let's just say where my rectum used to be, there were only shreds left. You literally destroyed it. I spent several weeks in a wheelchair with a tube up my ass just to be able to take a dump."

I grabbed the castration pliers, and Manel got nervous. I reconsidered and left them on the tray, which seemed to relax him a bit.

"But let's stop talking about myself for a moment. I asked you a couple of questions before that you still haven't answered. Why did you never ask me my name?"

"I'm not ho...homosexual and in my mind, I gave you a woman's name. Knowing your name would have made you less...feminine."

"And your wife, was she a virgin?"

Manel began to cry.

"I truly am sorry, please, I won't tell anyone..."

I put the baton to his crotch, and you can imagine - clenched jaw, spasms.

"Just answer my questions, please."

After a few seconds, he composed himself and answered.

"No."

"I bet it was much easier with her than with me."

"She was surprised by the size. It hurt a bit at first, but she got used to it quickly."

I got between his legs, grabbing his penis. Even at 38 years old, I couldn't fully wrap my hand around his entire length.

"What are you doing?"

"Calm down and enjoy. I need it to be hard."

I started giving him a good blowjob. I could see Manel trying to control his erection, but I wasn't the 15-year-old boy he had abused. I was used to taking good cocks into my mouth, and this time, my jaw could accommodate more. It didn't take long for him to get hard; I kept going, making sure he wouldn't climax, but also ensuring it wouldn't deflate immediately once I stopped. Manel didn't say anything, but deep down, he was enjoying it.

While he enjoyed it and with his eyes closed, I swiftly grabbed the castration pliers. With the rubber band already on, I put in a lot of force to stretch it as much as possible and tried to put it on him. Manel realized right away, started yelling and thrashing intensely - it was impossible to do it in that situation.

I picked up the baton, and he immediately quieted down.

"Alright, your choice. Either let me put this on, or I'll shock your balls until you pass out."

Tears started streaming down his face, but he said, "OK, I'll be still and won't resist."

His penis was still quite hard. I took the pliers again and, with a lot of effort, managed to slide the rubber band to the base of his penis. Passing it through his balls was extremely difficult, but with effort and some screams of pain from Manel, I did it. Three more bands followed suit. Manel's penis was extremely swollen, he was in pain. The pressure from the bands restricted blood flow, causing it to accumulate. I left an inch of space between the first two bands, closer to the pubic area, and placed the other two bands closer to the shaft and balls. That inch would guide me to cut his penis - my trophy. Slowly, it turned purple. I pulled back the foreskin; if his glans struggled to peek out normally, now it was impossible - too swollen and red. I felt like it would burst if I pricked it with a needle.

Once that part of the plan was done, I approached his head. He was sweating and crying non-stop, although without saying anything.

"Don't cry, my dear, this won't end soon, but at least I'll enjoy it."

I grabbed the cloth I had taken at the beginning and said, "Open your mouth."

"I beg you, I'll do anything you ask, but please don't do this. I was just a goddamn kid, I didn't know what I was doing. Call the police, have them put me in jail..."

As he spoke, I quickly shoved the cloth into his mouth and covered it with my hand so he couldn't spit it out. With my right hand, I grabbed a zip tie I had prepared. Once it was in his mouth, any screams would be muffled.

"Now that you're gagged, let's see if your lungs can make your screams heard."

I took some lubricant and applied it to the electric baton. Manel watched, trying to speak desperately. Positioning myself between his legs, I prepared to insert the baton into his anus, disregarding his struggles and screams. With one swift motion, I pushed it in. It wasn't too thick, but judging by the screams of pain, it hurt quite a bit.

"Come on, it wasn't that big. Now, on the count of three, one, two, and... three."