Manel - The Torture - 4 - End

I put the rag back in his mouth and secured it with duct tape. He didn't move or make any gestures to avoid the next torture. I held the bat and prepared to insert it into his anus. I had anticipated that it would be difficult, so I sharpened the tip of the bat to make it easier. Manel was still, and I looked at his anus and saw the stump where his dick used to be, my dick twitched.

I positioned the bat's tip at the entrance of his anus. I knew Manel was securely tied to the stretcher, which was firmly attached to the floor. No one or nothing would move, only me with the bat. My dick quickly got hard, and then I pushed with all my strength. Muffled screams returned, along with spasms and hits to the head against the stretcher, but the bat didn't go in. I tried again with even more force, but it still didn't go in. I took it out for a moment and saw his anus slightly bleeding. I placed the bat back in, this time leaning my whole body into it with all my strength. It finally went in about a foot and a half. The spasms and voluntary or involuntary movements continued, he screamed as if there was no tomorrow. At that moment, I had an involuntary orgasm. I enjoyed his screams, I enjoyed his pain. I removed the bat, and it came out completely soaked in blood. It seemed to relieve him, and he calmed down a bit. I took the opportunity to insert it back in. The spasms were not as intense as before, but the screams didn't stop. I tortured his anus as much as I could until he almost lost consciousness and stopped screaming and moving.

I left the bat in his anus and approached his face. He looked at me dazed. I removed the duct tape and the rag, and he struggled to react. I tapped his face, but even though his eyes were open, they seemed vacant.

- Well, you've suffered enough. I don't regret what I did to you. I had to do it, and I know you would never understand and that from your point of view, it's a disproportionate punishment. But as I said, it's what I had to do.

Then, as if coming from beyond, Manel spoke with great effort.

- Please, end it, kill me.

- Don't worry, it's all over.

I grabbed a plastic bag and placed it over his head, securing it around his neck with a duct tape. I stood next to him, looking into his eyes. I remembered how he winked at me on the bus, his radiant smile, how handsome he was, how happy I was when he gave me my first kiss, when he gave me my first blowjob, or ate my ass for the first time, and how much I enjoyed having his attention.

Manel had almost no strength to breathe. He sighed and spasmed a few times as he tightly opened his eyes. He was fading away, exhaled his last breath, and closed his eyes.

I left the room exhausted, got into bed, and slept like I hadn't in a long time. It was finally over.