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He spends some time being used by his sister and school friends, then ultimately concludes he needs something much more brutal and final. (mmf-teens, bi, v, tor, cast, sn, bd) *** CHAPTER 1 – LAYING THE FOUNDATION Skyler lay on his back on a mostly sunny Saturday afternoon at the park. With his hands clutched behind his head, he lay on a grassy berm overlooking playgrounds, sand volleyball courts and pickup basketball courts. The day was near perfect, at least to everyone else gathered. The temperature was in the low 70s, the humidity was low, a light breeze flowed through the park, kids and teens played and the world seemed to be enjoying itself. Unfortunately for Skyler, his mind drifted to his past and how he got here today. At 17 years old, Skyler is by many accounts, a troubled youth. He's gay, shy, non-athletic, has slight thin feminine features and has been picked on throughout his life. Skyler never attempted to repel these actions towards him and simply accepted them as something he had to endure. As the years marched on, these torments became commonplace and he no longer felt they were unusual. As his eyes drifted close, he allowed his memory to drift back 4 years to his 13th birthday. The 13th Year His parents arranged a party at the house and invited boys from the neighborhood and school so Skyler wouldn't have a party with no guests. In all about 20 boys showed up. Most showed up with presents their parents bought at the last minute. Skyler was uncomfortable by all the attention. He wasn't used to people showing him positive notice, even if it was forced. He mostly wanted the day to be over as soon as possible so he could return to his life of social isolation. However, today that would not happen. About two hours into the party, Skyler and several of the boys were playing outside of the wooden fence of the property, at the entrance to some woods that bordered most of the homes in the area. The boys convinced Skyler to venture into the wood to explore. Skyler didn't object; he never did when commanded. Three boys and Skyler ventured about 100 yards into the thick woods and they stopped at a tree with a 2-foot diameter and about 100 feet tall. Charlie was also a 13-year-old and was the leader of this particular band of boys who were plotting some fun. Charlie: "We know you're a fag; you stare at us all the time. Now it's time to pay." The boys tied Skyler to the tree, standing him with his back to the trunk and arms pulled horizontally behind him and tied together. Due to the diameter of the tree, Skyler's hands didn't touch, but he was held tight. Skyler was dressed in khaki shorts, blue t-shirt, heel socks and running shoes. Boys of this age were just starting into the sexual world, so nothing remotely sexual happened. Not a stitch of clothing was removed. But each boy did punch Skyler in the stomach (although not very hard) and left him tied up for about a half hour before someone wandered where he was and the boys went back into the woods to retrieve him. Charlie warned Skyler to remember this lesson and to stop being a fag. Skyler thought back to this episode, the first he can recall where he was abused in any way for being what he was. He honestly felt strange while the boys were handling him; in fact, it almost felt good. He liked being controlled by his friends; he liked being tied up and he definitely liked being abandoned. Hell, the only thing he didn't like was rejoining his own birthday party when they emerged from the woods. This episode was a telling moment for Skyler's young life and he attributes this to the beginning of an interesting life of deep submission. As Skyler's eyes remained closed, his memories drifted 6 months after his 13th birthday to a time at school when the same boys carried out another round of humiliation against their foe. Bullying is standard fare for boys, but these were no ordinary boys and Skyler was no ordinary victim. Charlie was still the leader of the small group and learned from his older brother how to be mean and even abusive. Charlie's own story is a tale for another day, but rest assured his home life has clearly influenced the young, hateful teen he was becoming. His hate was growing especially growing towards gays. At Charlie's lead, the three friends set a trap for Skyler after school. On Skyler's walk home from Junior High, Charlie and his two friends casually stopped Skyler along the road. Charlie did all the talking as the two accomplices stood by. Charlie was upbeat: "Hey man, we got the new Call of Duty on the 360. Wanna play?" Skyler didn't really want to go, not because he had figured out this was way out of character for Charlie, but more because he felt weird hanging out with other people. He was quickly becoming an isolationist. However, after some convincing, Skyler agreed. The group of four proceeded to Charlie's house where everyone was gone. The parents were still at work and Charlie's two older brothers were doing their after-school activities and wouldn't be home for some time. Once in Charlie's room, he instructed his two friends to grab a hold of Skyler. Charlie: "Listen you piece of shit. I still know you're a fag and we hate fags ... right guys?" Of course the other two friends agreed, even though that they didn't really care. Charlie: "I want to see what a fag dick looks like. Strip naked! Now!" In a matter of only 2-3 seconds, thoughts were racing through his mind. Does he make a run for it? Does he fight? Does he talk his way out of it? Does he comply? Ultimately, Skyler started to get a little excited at the thought of exposing himself to these guys. These thoughts can't be normal; guys his are extremely shy about their bodies, especially in front of their friends. However, Skyler was having opposite thoughts and his heart rate really picked up in anticipation. Much to Charlie's amazement, he watched Skyler slowly, nervously taking off his shoes and socks. While Charlie regularly sees his older brothers in various states of undress, this was the first time he was about to see someone his age naked. As confident as Charlie was, Skyler's obedience caught him completely off guard. He said nothing and watched with wide eyes and Skyler continued to disrobe. After Skyler was barefoot, Skyler looked at the three boys and slowly removed his shirt. Without missing a beat, he unbuttoned and unzipped his tan cargo shorts and let them drop. Skyler was left with his patterned red boxers. Charlie was about to reassert his authority and tell Skyler to get on with it, but he didn't have to. Skyler knew he was getting a boner and the other guys would see it shortly. He knew this should add to his embarrassment, but he actually was a bit more excited to know he'd be humiliated just that much more. Somehow, Skyler was almost in control here because he had the most confidence all of a sudden. Skyler grabbed each side of his boxers and slowly lowered them to the floor. As he did, his boner popped free and the three boys immediately blushed with their own embarrassment. Skyler was skinny, his ribs were clearly visible; he was completely hairless and his dick was thin and maybe 4" hard. His balls weren't too developed and hung just a bit. For several seconds, no one said anything, and then Charlie found his voice and tried to put on a firm front. Charlie: "Fuck man. Look at that. You're definitely a fag with that hard on." Now Charlie didn't think ahead about what he would do next; he was only 13 himself and just wanted to see if Skyler would go through with this. Now that it happened, and happened so quick, he had to make up the rest as he went along. Fortunately, the sheer surprise of Skyler's nakedness was wearing off and his anger was starting to return. Charlie quickly formulated a plan to punish Skyler. Boys that age are familiar with spankings, so that's what they chose. They got Skyler to lie down (without much resistance) on the bed and they held him down while Charlie beat Skyler's ass with a belt. This was the first deliberate pain Skyler felt. His parents never spanked him and he did surprisingly well. He not only liked the kind of attention he was getting, he was actually getting sexually aroused with the beating, another first for the boy. He found himself unconsciously humping the bed. Charlie saw this and had seen enough porn in his time to know what Skyler was doing. His rage finally set in. Charlie: "What the fuck! You're getting off on the spanking!? Turn the fuck over!" The guys roughly turned Skyler over on his back and immediately saw Skyler's dick at full attention. Charlie immediately told the guys to hold Skyler down. Once done, Charlie raised the belt over his head and swung it down full force right onto Skyler's hard dick. Skyler let out an earth-shattering scream and bucked so hard, the other two boys couldn't hold him down. Skyler doubled up and rolled around on the bed in pain and anguish. Charlie was immensely satisfied that he finally bested the little shit. Skyler's suffering continued for several minutes and he eventually calmed down and again on his back, this time with his legs drawn up. Charlie: "You got exactly what you deserved, you piece of shit. You are such a worthless fuck. Get out of here and don't ever look at us again." After maybe 20 minutes in Charlie's house, Skyler was once again clothed and on his way out the door. Episodes like this continued over the next couple years. Boys that age aren't terribly imaginative, so the physical torments were usually limited to bondage, whippings and punching. Charlie learned of some ways to humiliate Skyler and they made him run around the house naked, piss on himself in the bath tub, pantsing him in the locker room and ordering him to sit in the corner in the locker room while everyone else gets ready. None of this bothered Skyler that much and since he didn't complain, neither his parents nor school teachers figured anything out. Skyler's eyes were starting to open. He must have dozed off and his memories turned into a dream. He didn't move from his spot on the berm as he continued to consider those first couple years of humiliation, embarrassment, pain and degradation. Those years really formed who he has become and he doesn't regret a minute of it. But it was these past two years that set the stage for what's to come this week. Julie – More than just a Sister Sometime during his 15th year, Skyler's little sister turned 12. She was developing faster than he – sexually, socially and intellectually. By this time, Skyler had 2 years of hands-on use under his belt at the hands of a half dozen boys. Of course, kids this age have a hard time keeping a good thing like this secret, so Julie eventually heard rumors of what was happening to her big brother. She contemplated how to approach her big brother about this – directly ask him ... perhaps participate in using him ... perhaps entrapping him. She decided the direct approach was best and one day after school when they both were home, she walked into Skyler's room without knocking. Skyler was lying on his bed doing homework. Normally a 15 year-old boy would become enraged at his little sister barging in his room. Privacy was paramount for a teen and no little punk sister would invade his space without consequences. However, this was not the case for Skyler; he thought nothing of the intrusion just looked up as she entered. Julie was surprisingly direct. "So, the word around school is you're a little fag pussy. Is it true?" Skyler hung his head in shame and didn't bother to deny it. He eventually nodded his head in agreement. Julie smirked and walked completely inside Skyler's room and shut the door behind her. This was worth exploring. Julie: "So you do whatever you're told?" Skyler put down his homework: "I guess" Julie: "Prove it. Do something." Skyler: "Like what?" Julie: "I don't know. What do they make you do?" Skyler blushed when he realized where this was going, but not only was he completely incapable of standing up for himself, he kind of liked the idea of being dominated by his sister. So, he too would see where this went. Skyler: "Um, sometimes they tie me up." Julie: "To what?" Skyler: "Like trees, a bed, chairs, a beam in the basement, whatever." Julie: "And what do they do to you when you're tied up?" Skyler: "Sometimes just laugh at me. Usually they beat me. They've poured cold water on me." Skyler thought about not saying this one, but he did. "They tie weights from my balls." Julie: "You mean you're naked?" Skyler continued beat red "Usually" Julie: "And they hurt you?" Skyler: "Usually" Julie: "And you let them?" Skyler: "I guess" Julie: "What the hell for?" Skyler decided to continue to be completely honest. "I don't know. It feels good to be used by them. It feels good to have them in control of me." Julie: "What about being hurt?" Skyler: "It's okay ... it's cool." Julie: "Wow. You really are weird. Stand up." Skyler obeyed and knew where this was going. Julie: "Now take off your clothes." Skyler took a deep breath and slowly undressed. He's been naked at the command of others a lot lately, but not like this. Still, he knew he had to comply; no, he wanted to comply. He removed his t-shirt first, followed by his white heel socks. He unbuttoned his cargo shorts and let them drop to the ground. His red and white patterned boxers were all that remained. Without much hesitation, he slid his thumbs inside the elastic band of his boxers and slid them down to the ground. He stepped out of the pile on the floor, to the side and obediently placed his hands behind his back, clasping them on the small of his back. He instinctively bowed his head towards the ground. Julie stared in amazement at the sight before her. There was her big brother as naked as can be. His dick and balls were no longer pubescent, but they were completely hairless. Little did she know that boys had shaved him and that his hairless crotch and balls was unnatural. She of course had seen Skyler shirtless around the house, swimming, etc. but this was different. His very skinny body and his submissive stance made him look so helpless. Her mind was swimming with ideas of what to do now. This was all brand new to her and she honestly didn't know where to go next, so she asked. Julie: "So, it's true. My big brother is a big ol' fag boy. So, now that you're naked, what should I do with you?" Skyler: "Whatever you want." An idea popped in Julie's mind: "I want to hurt you. How do I do that?" Skyler: "The best way to hurt me is with my balls." He looked up and saw an inquisitive look on his sister's face, like she didn't know what to do. "A guy's balls are very sensitive and can cause him a lot of pain with little effort." Julie tried putting an authoritative face forward: "Duh I know that." In reality, she didn't. And Skyler could tell. She wasn't acting like someone who knew how to hurt a boy. Skyler: "If you really want to hurt me, you can hit my balls, squeeze them, punch them, kick them, step on them, whatever you want. The harder you are, the worse it will be for me." Julie: "Okay Sky, spread your legs." Skyler immediately complied and she slowly walked up to her brother's helpless body and extended her right hand towards his balls. He didn't flinch and even pushed his hips out so she would have an even easier target. Eventually her small hand reached his smooth, medium- sized balls and she grasped hold of them. Her grip wasn't strong, but honestly she wasn't squeezing at this point; rather, she was exploring something brand new. She had never before seen a set of cock and balls, much less held them in her hands. Her heart was racing so fast and her senses were overwhelmed by the stimuli. She totally forgot what she was doing here – trying to humiliate and control her big brother. She refocused and clamped down on her brother's balls, attempting to hurt him. He did wince as she squeezed, but she honestly lacked the strength to do any real harm with her hand. Skyler managed to stand the whole time her sister's hands were on his nuts, but he did bend over a bit as he felt the familiar pain deep in the pit of his stomach. Julie let up after a few seconds and Skyler stood back up, keeping his hands behind his back the whole time, legs still spread. Julie: "That didn't seem to hurt you very much." Skyler didn't want to hurt his little sister's feelings: "Yeah I guess they've been conditioned to take a lot." This wasn't entirely true; he hadn't received real ball torture, but it was a good enough line for her. "But, if you really want to hurt me, you can hold them in one hand and punch them with your fist." Julie perked up at the idea and eagerly moved forward and placed her brother's vulnerable balls in the palm of her left hand and made a fist with her right. She reared back and swung down as hard and fast as she could. She made perfect contact with his tender balls and the pain immediately exploded within him. Skyler fell to the ground with a thud, grasping his balls in some misguided belief that holding them would lessen the pain. He rolled back and forth on the carpet as Julie watched in wonderment. She was instantly filled with feelings of power that she so easily overwhelmed her big brother. It felt great to see him curled up on the floor, writing in pain that she caused. She wanted to keep hurting him. After a couple minutes, Skyler came around as he remained on the ground. Julie told Skyler to spread his legs and move his hands out of the way. She wanted full access to his balls. Even though he was in pain, he complied. As he opened his eyes and looked up at his sister, he instantly started to get a hard-on. The thought of his sister controlling him was erotic. He didn't have sexual thoughts for his little sister, but he did get off on this scene. Skyler moved his hands behind his head and spread his legs as wide has he could, all while his cock stiffened. Julie already knew about the sexual world, even though she had never partaken in any activity. But she knew enough to know what a hard-on was and why it formed. Before we proceeded to continue hurting her big brother, she stared with wide eyes as the cock grew before her eyes. She knew boys got hard-ons when they were sexually aroused and she immediately became grossed out because she knew his meant he was sexually attracted to her. Her face flushed in anger, approached Skyler, raised her right leg and brought it down in a stomping motion right atop his vulnerable balls. Skyler let out an uninhibited, full-volume 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' the likes of which neither had ever heard. Skyler's hands went right back for his package as he rolled around on the floor in complete agony. Julie backed off watching with great satisfaction what she had done to him. She watched as he almost threw up (although she didn't know why); she saw his cock deflate (again, she didn't know why) but above all, she was absolutely sold on the power she had over her brother. While he was still naked, mind blanketed in raw pain and oblivious to his sister's presence, she walked out of his room, closing the door behind her. *** As Julie entered Junior High, she became interested in sports – tennis and volleyball. She developed a close circle of friends and over the next year, the three of them became best of friends. They hung out together, were in many of the same classes and, of course, played the same sports. Julie honestly didn't spend much time during that year thinking about Skyler, much less spending time abusing him. Skyler was honestly disappointed and after about 10 months of sisterly neglect, he shyly approached her. Skyler: "So sis...' Julie: "Yeah?" Skyler's face was flushed with embarrassment, but he continued: "Remember last year what you did to me? Julie nodded. Skyler: "What did you think?" Julie shrugged: "I don't know. It was fucked up." Skyler: "Yeah I know.... Do you, I don't know, think about doing it again?" Julie laughed and stared right at Skyler: "Are you serious? You want me to hurt you again?" Skyler's eyes immediately shot to the ground and his arms flew behind his back, exhibiting his natural sign of submission. His only response was a slight nod, which Julie noticed. Julie: "Wow you are seriously fucked up man. What is wrong with you?" Skyler hesitated, but responded: "I know. I just ... I don't know ... I like when you controlled me." There, he said it. It was horribly painful to admit, especially to his little sister, but he did. He got off his chest what's been bugging him for the better part of a year. For her part, Julie almost certainly would have kept dominating her brother if it had not been for all her activities in Junior High. She had new friends, new activities and a pretty powerful social standing in school. And, despite the brief fun she had, her big brother's fucked up desires had not been on her mind. However, while she stood there staring at him, feelings emerged that she hadn't felt so for some time. Her heart rate sped up and the feeling of power started to swell. This time, however, she was starting to become sexually aware and she felt some stirring in her loins that was not present nearly a year ago. This was a powerful combination of emotions and she felt compelled to act. However, she restrained and had a better idea. Julie: "Tell you what, I'll do what you want, but I'm going to bring my friends along." Skyler didn't know how to respond. He had obviously been dominated by his male 'friends' for a couple years, so the idea of a group abusing him wasn't weird, but a group of girls? That was new. His mouth went dry and as he was contemplating how to respond, Julie jumped in. Julie: "Take it or leave it." Skyler: "Okay ... it's cool." Julie allowed a faint, devilish smile escape her lips and walked away. CHAPTER 2 - SWEET 16 It was Saturday and this past Tuesday, Skyler turned 16 and, much to his disappointment, it went by remarkably unnoticed – but not for the reasons you might think. He had a party and a few people showed up, but he couldn't help think back to three years ago when his new life started. Charlie and gang led him to the woods, tied him to a tree and lightly punched him in the stomach. This was a fond memory, one that Skyler often replayed in his mind. That simple scene, pale by comparison to what he's been through since, set the stage for the submissive boy he was quickly becoming. He knew he was the bottom of the human chain and it didn't bother him one bit. He had recently come to terms with the realization that he craved being dominated, humiliated, used, beaten, whatever. In so doing, he felt useful; he felt fulfilled. He honestly hoped on this, his 16th birthday, some of the guys would take him for a very special outing. Of course Charlie and company routinely humiliated and used Skyler, but he hoped his birthday would yield something unique, something special. He was disappointed; this birthday wish was not to be. Moping around the house the following Saturday thinking only about himself, Julie walked into the living room with her two friends. They stood in front of Skyler with their hands on their hips, showing as much authority as their 13-year-old imaginations could muster. Skyler, sitting on the couch watching TV, noticed this and looked up at them. He didn't have an expression on his face since he was still thinking about his unfilled birthday wish. Julie: "Ava, Chloe, here he is, my fag brother." The girls, being together, had an unnatural confidence that only comes when teens are in groups. Ava and Chloe giggled and looked directly at the now blushing Skyler. Was it possible, Skyler thought, that his birthday wish was about to come true after all? He snapped to full attention and couldn't wait to see what would happen. Julie: "Yeah you've heard the stories. He loves to get naked and give his body up for abuse. Isn't that right Sky?" In almost a whisper, he squeaked out an affirmative. Julie: "Last year I knocked him down with just one punch to his little nuts. He's a serious baby. And you know what? A few weeks ago he asked for more. Let's give it to him. What do you say?" The girls chimed right in and Skyler eagerly nodded in the affirmative. Even though Skyler was gay, he didn't care who used him – boys, girls. So long as he was fulfilling his purpose. He was stoked that, after so long, his sister was going to use him again ... and it turns out the idea of 2 more girls made the prospect that much more potent. He sat straight up on the couch awaiting his orders. Julie: "Haha, look at that. He can't wait. Can you?" Skyler: "No I can't. Do whatever you want to me." Ava and Chloe couldn't believe their ears. Julie had been telling them for a couple weeks now that Sky was like this, but still, to see it in person was another thing. But, they were feeling that surge of power just as Julie had and they were eager to see where this would go. Julie: "Follow us." They proceeded to Julie's room, a place Skyler hadn't been in quite some time. He noticed the childhood posters and toys had been replaced with posters of Justin Bieber, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt. This was the typical early teen girl's room. Skyler felt warmth throughout his body as the girls stared at him in great detail, mentally stripping him. His hair was a dark, dirty blonde color with natural waves and average length. His side burns extended an inch or so down the sides of his face. That was the only hair to be seen. The girls noticed his arms and legs were smooth. They heard he was shaved and it appears the stories are true. His eyes were hazel in color and were surrounded with thin eye brows and a cute little button nose rounded out his face. As with the rest of his body, Skyler was completely blemish free. All things being equal, he was very cute. Julie: "Okay you little shit, get your clothes off." As Skyler stood in the middle of his sister's room, full of anticipation, he eagerly disrobed and stood before the three younger girls with his legs slightly spread, hands behind his back and head tilted down. He knew the submissive stance by now and he was proud to stand before these new mistresses so vulnerable, awaiting whatever they had in store for him. The girls stared at his naked body, soaking in the rest of what was previously hidden. They saw a skinny 5'10" frame weighing in at 115 pounds. His ribs were clearly visible, the rest of his previously-covered body was completely smooth, he had a little outie navel, his arms and legs were thin with relatively long digits, he had long and thin feet with long toes, a 4" semi-erect thin cock and medium-sized balls hung in their smooth, hairless sac. Skyler was no athlete and thus had no visible signs of muscles. But his thin definition was eagerly taken in by the girls, especially Chloe and Ava who had never seen such a specimen before. They couldn't take their eyes off the older boy's cock and balls. They were growing torn between lust and a desire to hurt this cute guy! Julie broke the silence. Julie: "Go ahead, go to him and touch him anywhere you want. Feel him up. Sky, get your arms up!" Skyler obediently raised his arms straight up, giving the girls unrestricted access to his body. His stomach sunk in and his ribs became even more clearly defined. Ava and Chloe approached the older boy and put their hands all over him, starting in simple places like his chest, back and thighs. They eventually made their way to his flat nipples, smooth crotch and ass. By this time, Skyler's full 5" was clearly on display. Seeing the girls weren't going for the goods, Julie jetted in, pushed her friends aside and viciously grabbed a hold of her brother's balls. Skyler immediately noticed her squeeze was far more effective than a year ago and he winced in pain. His knees started to buckle, but Julie held him up by yanking his balls upwards. He was an accomplished sub at this point and was able to remain standing, but not without some effort. The two girls watched in amazement at Julie's assault the boy's nuts. Once she had everyone's attention, Julie let go of his tender balls and backed up. Skyler's arms remained up in the air. She was visibly frustrated that this wasn't going as planned. Julie: "Stop lusting after this piece of shit and get in there and hurt him!" Ava and Chloe snapped back to reality and remembered why they were there. Chloe stepped forward and imitated Julie's acts – she grabbed his balls and squeezed. Simultaneously, Ava grabbed hold of his flat nipples and rolled them between her fingers. Skyler was brave and endured as much of the pain as he could, all the while leaving his arms up in the air. Julie smiled and was proud of the anguish being inflicted on her brother. The grimaced look on his face and the grunts escaping his lips aroused her. Ava and Chloe changed positions and continued their torments. After Ava figured out that rolling his balls while squeezing them caused a sharp increase in his suffering, Skyler dropped to his knees and his arms and hands made it as far as the top of his head. He was such a good submissive that he managed to keep his pain-soaked balls in complete access to his young mistresses. After a few minutes, the girls stepped back and, under Julie's lead, continued with Skyler's torment. This time they would focus on humiliation. It would be interesting to see just how far this would go. Skyler was still on his knees breathing heavily thanks to the deep pain in his balls that radiated to his lower stomach. He wasn't paying too much attention to his surroundings. When the girls ordered him to lay down on Julie's bed, he hesitated and Julie reared back and smacked him hard right across the left cheek. He let out an "Ahhhh!" and looked right at his sister. He should have been embarrassed and even pissed to be slapped by his little sister, but he was not. Again, his submissive nature drove him. He got onto the bed and sat, as instructed, with his legs over the edge. Julie: "Listen up. You belong to us now. You're our new slave. You will do whatever we say, whenever we say it. Got it." Skyler nodded and said "yes." Julie gave him another hard slap in the exact same spot on his cheek. "Yes, what?" Skyler was a quick learn: "Yes, mistress." Julie: "That's a good boy." Chloe and Ava chuckled. Now that Skyler was under control, his visual transformation was ready to begin. Over the next hour, the girls made up Skyler to look as much like a girl as their imaginations could produce. They applied makeup to his face complete with bright red lipstick; they drew large circles on his chest to illustrate breasts; they drew little pussy lips between his dick and asshole; they wrote "PUSSY BOY" in large, bubbly letters on his abdomen and colored in the letters; they painted his finger and toe nails; then they made him wear a revealing dress, little panties and bright red high heels. Of course, they took pictures of his entire transformation. Skyler was rock hard the whole time. The girls hoped this would be horribly humiliating for Skyler, but unfortunately for their plans, it was not. Skyler completely got off on this and absolutely ate up the degradation. The boys who used and abused him were nowhere near this imaginative and he was in heaven. Even the pictures the girls took didn't bother him. They planned on using the shots as leverage to make him their slave, but that was completely unnecessary. The Chest Scenes like this continued. Some of Skyler's fondest memories were of the creative use and abuse by his little sister and her two friends. While Charlie's gang mostly caused physical pain and some public humiliation, the girls were truly imaginative with their use of his body and mind. The conditioning was so complete that the experiences further transformed him into the almost subhuman form that is lying on the ground at the park today. The girls progressively ramped up his psychological torture, preferring it to physical torments. They made him wait on them hand and foot while naked, crawling around on all fours for entire weekends at a time. He started out eating his food and water from dog dishes and progressed to replacing water with their piss in the dog dish. Drinking piss is a dehumanizing fetish for many, but it was a psychological reinforcement for what Skyler was becoming. They never made him eat shit, the one thing that honestly scared him a bit, but he knew if ordered to, he would have done it. Julie also discovered isolation and sensory deprivation strictly by accident. When their parents were on vacation for 12 days, Julie was given the task of getting all the nice quilts dry cleaned while the parents were away. Obviously she made Skyler do it, but the idea popped in her mind the minute she saw it. The family stored the quilts in an almost ancient cedar chest that measured 4' long, 16" deep and 18" tall. It was built with 1" thick solid Oak with an interior lining of cedar board. The exterior had elaborate tree carvings and brass lattice work extending across all surfaces. The antique piece had been in the family for at least two generations and was about as heavy as Skyler. She told her brother he would be locked in the chest for 48 hours with no chance of escape. By this time in Skyler's conditioning, he no longer questioned anything done to him. He wasn't particularly afraid, but the idea was quite different than he previously experienced. That alone made him perk up. Skyler was made to drill a half- inch hole on the back side of the chest, a couple inches from a corner, where it would least visible to their parents. That would be his sole source of oxygen. He then lined the interior in a clear plastic tarp and poked a hole in it to line up with the breathing hole. Julie didn't have to force Skyler inside; he went willingly, of course naked. Julie placed a padlock on the chest, confirmed there was no way the chest lid could open, turned off the lights so it was pitch dark, closed the door to the room and left him completely alone for 2 days. Since it was impossible to fully extend his legs, Skyler started on his right side with knees bent, scrunching up towards his chest. He spent some time adjusting to the environment by testing his range of movement and testing the lid for the slightest give and the walls for weaknesses. He found none and was sealed tight inside the chest. After only a couple hours, Skyler lost track of time. With no light and no sounds to stimulate his senses, he couldn't gauge how much time passed. Located near his feet, Skyler played with the half-inch hole in the chest from time to time, sticking his pinky toe through it. His fingers traced the plastic and as much of the chest as he could reach. Actually he became quite bored just lying there. This, unfortunately for the skinny boy, was about to change. The temperature and humidity inside the chest steadily rose and became almost unbearable. After three hours locked inside, he was profusely sweating and started to stick to the plastic sheet. When he had to piss, he did so, knowing he'd roll around in his own liquid waste. The odors of his body and piss couldn't really escape so they served as a constant companion for Skyler. After about 6 hours in confinement, his breathing became labored. He figured the air exchange through the half- inch hole may not be sufficient so he tried everything he could to fold himself in half so he could turn around and have his face and nose near the hole. He gave up trying after nearly a half hour and started to panic thinking he may not make it out alive. He pushed, clawed and hit against the walls of the chest. He pushed with all his might to straighten his legs and push the chest to the point of breaking. His efforts became desperate; his breathing became shallow and rapid; his thin body sweat even more; his yells and screams went unanswered. Skyler was, for the first time in a very long time, in a full panic. He was completely unable to think clearly and rationally; he kept trying to see any feature whatsoever with his eyes or hear any response from his yells. He started to cry and continued to do so for hours. He wanted out; he wanted to breathe fresh air; he wanted to see and hear again. He knew he was a subhuman slave boy and this experience is what he deserved, but the reality of it was something quite different than he imagined. He started to feel sorry for himself and the sustained crying eventually caused Skyler to tire. And with great effort, he forced himself to calm himself and slow down his breathing. Skyler was exhausted and lying in a pool of sweat and piss. As if matters weren't bad enough, thirst started to preoccupy Skyler's thoughts. He knew there would be no food or water for two days and, while he didn't know how long he had been there, he had to drink. So, with no other option, Skyler turned onto his stomach and lapped at the pool of piss sweat collecting on the tarp. Shortly after, Skyler was exhausted and fell asleep. Skyler didn't know it, but he slept for 6 hours and woke up about one quarter of the way through his 48-hour confinement. Skyler, on the other hand, was convinced he had been there for at least a full day. As he lay awake, he had nothing to do since many of his senses went unutilized. He sipped his piss sweat when he was thirsty and freely pissed when he had to. He was literally marinating in an ever-present pool of waste fluid. He couldn't escape it and his skin pruned up. He was hungry and wanted to eat, but that desire would go unfulfilled. But, more than any of these torments, Skyler was starting to suffer from severe claustrophobia. He desperately needed to get out of this box and back into reality. To make matters worse, he was now wide awake. He couldn't just fall back asleep and let the time pass. He had to endure. Of course, the claustrophobia set back in and he felt as if the walls were collapsing in on him. This continued for hour after hour for poor Skyler. He pissed, shed water, lapped up the un-nutritious mixture, tried to escape, cried, sang to himself, tried to picture life outside the chest, etc. He did everything he could to keep himself mentally stimulated. However, after the first day, he couldn't keep up. He started to go absolutely crazy in the chest. He so desperately wanted that he scratched through the tarp and used his fingernails to claw away at the cedar lining. His was driven by the sole purpose of escaping this nightmare. He ground down a few of his fingernails all the way to the skin. Periodically, splinters shoved deep inside the tips of his fingers, causing intense pain. He ignored them all and continued his desperate attempts at escape. The hours passed by unbelievably slow for Skyler and even though he was enclosed for two days, it felt like a week. He honestly felt like he was going insane. Skyler had no idea the time was approaching when he was to be released; he lost complete track of time. He knew his sister forgot about him and he was going to die in here. In fact, some part of him wanted it to just end. This confinement was far beyond what he could endure. By the end, Skyler wanted the simplest of things – to stretch his body out, to smell fresh air, to eat an apple, to see the nighttime stars. These are wants you might expect from someone in long-term incarceration or in a dungeon, but they were amplified for Skyler due to the walls that were so close, the air that was so stagnant and the absolute desperation he felt. Mental exhaustion added to his physical exhaustion. By the time it was over, Skyler was a drooling, mind-numb mess. When Julie manipulated the lock, Skyler heard it right away and couldn't place the noise. He curled up into as much of a ball as he could, as if trying to protect himself from this unknown foreign threat. Julie removed the padlock and opened the lid. Skyler covered his eyes and cowered in fear. The smell and dense air hit Julie immediately. Julie: "Aw man, you fucking reek!" Julie was surprised at the condition of his brother. She knew he'd piss himself which is why she put the tarp in there, but she was honestly surprised by how much liquid was pooled in the bottom. She saw the scratch marks on the interior wall and chuckled at his feeble attempts to escape. When she looked at her big brother, she noticed he was shivering, presumably from the blast of comparatively cold air that hit his body. Julie encouraged him to get out, but Skyler would not move. Honestly, he was scared to death. Reality was hitting him all at once and his senses had been dulled over the past two days. It took him a while to come around and to risk opening his eyes. It took a few moments, as he looked up, for his eyes to focus on his sister. He could see she was being animated and her lips were moving, but he couldn't yet comprehend what she was yelling at him. He concentrated and within a few seconds, he figured out she was trying to get him to stand up. It's weird; this extreme confinement, even though only 2 days in length, had a profound effect on the 15-year-old. He started to get up, but his legs fought back. There was a pain in his muscles as he attempted to straighten out the muscles that had mostly been locked in the same position over the previous 48 hours. He massaged them as Julie watched and, eventually, he was able to stand up. His legs quivered from his general lack of hunger-induced strength. His body looked even thinner than when he went in as he dripped piss and sweat into the chest. Julie let Skyler clean himself up, eat something and put himself emotionally back together. He weighed himself and discovered he lost 3 pounds while in the chest – an amazing feat considering he went in there weighing 115. After he was done and back to normal, he had a somber look on his face and chatted with his sister about it. Julie: "So, tell me about it." Skyler was completely expressionless, looking towards his feet: "It was the most horrifying thing I've ever done. It was dark, scary, quiet. I lost my mind for a while." Julie: "Sick! What was the hardest?" Skyler: "I don't know. I was hungry. I was thirsty. The air was horrible. I couldn't stretch out. I don't know. All of it." Julie: "You had your piss to drink." Skyler: "Yeah that was okay. But I was seriously hungry after 2 days." Julie: "Yeah that's too bad." She had no remorse for her brother and it was starting to concern him. How far would she go? Skyler: "You can do anything you want to me. You know that. I'm your slave. Just please don't make me go back in there." Julie: "We'll see." She walked out of the room and Skyler curled up in a ball, naked, on his bed and fell asleep. *** That night, Julie's friends couldn't wait to hear how the experiment with Skyler went. Julie refused to let them see him in the chest or even be there when he emerged. They were decidedly miffed at missing this opportunity, especially as Julie explained in great detail what happened after she opened the chest's lid. She was so giddy explaining poor Skyler's misery. It was clear this torment would have to be repeated and enhanced. The girls spent the evening planning how they could make the next session far worse. In their favor was the additional 8 days in Julie's parents' vacation. The cruelty imagined by these three girls was truly disturbing. Skyler would be in for a life changing episode if he survived the ordeal. Julie, Ava and Chloe confronted a frightened Skyler on a Tuesday evening. Skyler was in his room reading a book, still suffering a few side effects of his recent experience. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in either of the past two nights; he thought about the claustrophobia often and even left his window blinds open so his room seemed just a little bit larger. The three girls walked right into Skyler's room, not bothering to knock. Julie: "Stand up." Skyler set down his book and apprehensively rose as he saw the evil grins on the three faces. He was so submissive by nature, but the time in the chest scared the shit out of him and fear overtook him. His frail body shook slightly and his eyes looked towards the ground, unable to look at the girls. He was so afraid. Julie noticed his posture, but her seemingly innocent 13 years of age didn't show. Power, control, domination – these drove her to act. Julie: "Strip!" Despite his weakened mental state, Skyler was conditioned to comply. He removed his clothes and stood before the three younger girls naked, still shaking in fear. Julie: "So you know I thoroughly enjoyed the torment of you being locked away for 2 days. It was like totally perfect cause I didn't have to do anything and you suffered so bad. You're going back in, but this time it's going to be a lot worse." A tear formed in Skyler's eye and slowly crawled down his right cheek. He was absolutely devastated at hearing the words, even though he knew his evil sister was likely to force this upon him again; he just didn't think it would be so soon. He considered rebelling or telling her no, but he'd spent so many years becoming submissive, he didn't know how to say no. He had no idea how she could make it worse. Julie: "The girls and I have put a lot of thought into this. The other night was just an idea without any planning. I just threw you in a box to see what would happen. It was so awesome. Now, we have a plan. Go straight to the chest, right now." Tears continued to form and flow down his cheeks. He wasn't sure he could handle two more days of this. His mind would go crazy. The girls followed Skyler downstairs and into the store room where the cedar chest was located. When Skyler saw the familiar chest from only 2 nights ago, he changed his mind. Skyler, openly crying and shaking: "Please don't make me do this, sis. It was so horrible. I can't do it again." Julie: "You can do it and you will do it. You're my slave and I decide what happens to you. Don't make us force you. Get in ... NOW!" Most people would fight this, but his little bit of push back was sufficiently rebuffed, so he gave in. He just didn't know how to say no. As he slowly approached the chest, he looked inside it with absolute dread. He saw a new clear plastic sheet/tarp had been installed and the familiar hole had been cut in it to align with the hole drilled in the chest. He studied the details of the chest in a way he never had before. Being locked inside it for 48 hours left him without his sense of sight and he used this opportunity to see what only his fingers had previously told him. Perhaps he was also subconsciously delaying the inevitable. He saw where he scraped at the cedar lining with his fingernails. What most surprised young Skyler about the chest was how short it was. He really had to bend himself in order to fit in those 4' of space. I guess it was fortunate he was so skinny and could easily contort his body to fit in the space. Julie nudged his naked ribs and he awoke from the mild trance he was in. Ava and Chloe couldn't help once again to admire how cute and delicate their victim looked. It was almost a shame to subject him to the ordeal they orchestrated. They eagerly looked him from head to toe, front to back as he made his way around the house and into this basement room. His hairless, skinny frame with blemish- free features was so hot to the younger girls. They honestly wanted to play with him sexually more than torture him, but Julie was the clear leader of their little trio and they were along for the ride. Hell, if for no other reason they got to see this gorgeous boy naked. They watched with unblinking eyes as the older boy carefully and slowly climbed into the chest, a few tears streaming down his cheeks. The girls felt sorry for him when they saw his face, but that pity was short lived as their sexuality took over. Skyler looked up at the girls with pleading eyes, still shaking with fear. His knees were held tight against his chest by his arms and, in this position, he didn't take up the entire length of the chest. The fetal position made poor Skyler look even more vulnerable. Julie: "So, like I said, we really prepared for this. I know 2 days in there was bad, but I want this to be worse. So here's the deal. You're going to stay in there for 4 days and..." Before Julie could continue, Skyler let out a blood- curdling "Noooooooo!" and started to leap up. Julie punched him in the face and told him to "Get the fuck back down there!" in the loudest, most authoritative voice she had ever produced. Skyler was startled and fell back into position, shocked at his little sister's outburst. His face became completely expressionless, almost as if he fell into a trance of disbelief. Julie continued. Julie: "As I was saying, we don't want you to starve to death or dehydrate. So, we went to Chloe's barn and picked up your dinner." Julie looked at Chloe, who took that as a queue. Chloe retrieved a bag that had been prepositioned in the room and removed a large boot box. She removed the lid and poured the contents into the chest. Out fell 8 live field mice onto Skyler's naked body. Julie continued "These little guys should satisfy your hunger." Before Skyler could fully react to the absolute horror of what just happened, Julie slammed the chest lid shut and applied the padlock. They immediately heard Skyler screaming at the top of his lungs, kicking and punching the inner walls of the chest and in a pure terror. The mice were clearly frightened by the new stimuli and scattered all over the interior of the chest, running all over the boy's skin. Julie yelled through the chest: "So you now I'm not a total bitch, I'm putting a straw through your little hole that you can use to drink all the water you want. See, I'm way too nice. Enjoy asshole." Julie, Aga and Chloe stepped away but didn't leave the room. They took in the sounds (but not sights) of Skyler continuing to panic inside his tight prison. For several consecutive minutes, their victim tried everything he could to escape. Of course, as was discovered a couple days ago, this antique chest was remarkably well made and durable. Poor Skyler wasn't going anywhere. He nearly lost his voice by screaming and crying so much. He was enduring a terror the likes of which he never imagined in his most horrid dreams. After Skyler's futile attempts subsided and his voice diminished, the girls turned off the light, closed the door and left him to his psychological nightmare. It's funny the things we remember and block out of our minds. Skyler recalled nearly every detail of his 2 days in captivity. What became foggier over the past few months was exactly what happened during this 4-day stint in the chest. As he lay on the berm in the expansive outdoor space, he found himself trying to recall the events that occurred in those four days of pure hell. In the three months that lapsed since this episode, Skyler scarcely thought about the events, but today seemed different. Now that he fully accepted what was likely to happen over the next few days, he was at peace and found it not so difficult to relive those four days in captivity. The first image he recalls were those of the 8 mice forced to live out this experience with him. The sensation of those little feet running all over his naked body made him absolutely cringe. They were disgusting, vile rodents who he tried hard to avoid in his life. And now here they were, all over him, with no way to get rid of them. He remembered something his sister said about them being thrown in with him to help with his inevitable hunger. He thought back to those initial feelings of disbelief -- did she really mean for him to eat them? How in the hell was he supposed to do that? They were alive and uncooked. There's no fucking way he was going to eat live rodents, especially ones as disgusting as field mice. His memory fast forwarded to about a day into his ordeal when he had to shit. He didn't have to shit the first time he was thrown into the chest, but this time was different. He had to tried for hours to hold it in. Eventually he gave up and let out a pair of 6" logs onto the sheet-covered floor of the chest. The first thing he recalls experiencing was the potent odor. The smell of his shit could not easily escape the chest and filled his senses to the point of making him almost nauseous. It's almost like he stuck his head in the toilet after taking a fresh shit. The odor lingered for hours and for a while Skyler found himself breathing through the straw that he normally reserved for sipping water. It helped, but took quite a while for some of the foul air to make its way out of the hole. Of course, as before, the overall condition of the air in the chest was poor. It still remained stagnant and wet. The second thing he noticed was his inability to clean himself after shitting. He didn't stick his finger up his ass to clean himself and, much to his anger, his ass cheeks fell right onto the logs and smeared the mess all over the place. Through all his years of torment and degradation, he had never been shit on or forced to eat shit. This was the first time and it came of his own doing. The second day Skyler became totally hungry. Hunger added to claustrophobia and resulted in him becoming very irritable. He threw several temper tantrums, beat and kicked again on the walls of the chest, tried to stretch out, cried for a bit and felt sorry for himself. He knew those little mice (which by now had left their own little shit piles around the chest) were there for him to eat. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He fell asleep in dread and after a couple woke up with the worst headache and dizziness. He didn't know how long he had been locked up in the chest, but he did know his sense of timing was way off last time so it was safe to assume he had a long time to go. He was so scared of dying in there; if only he could make it a little longer, Julie would open the chest and everything would be okay. Of course, that didn't happen. He was doomed to being locked in the undersized chest, unable to stretch his arms or legs, for who knows how much longer. Skyler's memory focused on the moment of truth -- the moment he decided he was out of options and time. He had to eat. He recalls carefully picking up one of the mice, who by then had become comfortable with him. He held it in his hand and felt the rodent's features. He felt the light coat of fur, the long thin tail, the elongated head with pronounced ears and the very familiar prickly feet. The mouse was busy sniffing the boy's fingers as Skyler explored the best way to kill it. After he made the fateful decision, he contemplated various ways to do the deed -- could he snap its neck? Could he rip its head off? Could he just bite into it? As he felt around, he decided snapping the little guy's neck was the way to go. He grasped the body in his right hand and its head in his left. He took a deep breath and bent the mouse in half along the neck line. He felt around and noticed the mouse very much alive. It kicked its legs and broke free of Skyler's grasp and ran to the corner. Skyler yelled out "Shit!!!" and felt around for another mouse. This time his options were somewhat more disgusting. He could either try to bite its head off or bite right into its underside. He presumed the former would kill the mouse right away and the latter would drag out the deed. The thought of biting its head off was too gross for him so he opted to bite right into the rodent's belly. Again taking a deep breath, he brought the mouse up to his mouth and took a huge bite right through the hairy abdomen. The mouse let out as loud of a squeak as it could muster while Skyler held the rapidly dying mouse in his shaking hands. He felt the hairy lump of warm meat in his mouth and was disgusted by the texture, the dripping blood, the very act of biting into a live animal. But he was so delirious with hunger he tried to put it out of his mind. He chewed and chewed trying to prolong the inevitable swallowing. But swallow he did. How he managed to avoid throwing up all over himself was amazing, but kept the vile meat down while hacking and coughing. As absolutely gross as this was, the feeling of something travelling down his esophagus was bliss. It made him almost forget where he was and what he was being subjected to. Skyler's instincts took over and during the next 15 minutes he ate as much of the mouse as he could stomach. The head and a few of the innards he tossed towards his feet where he heard the remaining mice scurrying to explore and, presumably, eat up. They were of course hungry and hadn't eaten in 2 days. Skyler drank from the straw provided by his cruel little sister and his appetite and thirst were momentarily quenched. After an hour, the meal Skyler ate didn't set well with his digestion system at all. Much to his dread, he shit all over the inside of the chest, letting out the worst diarrhea he had in some time. The smell was absolutely overwhelming, so much so that he became even more sick to his stomach and he threw up on his chest. He started to cry again, unable to cope with the situation he was forced to endure. He couldn't get the smells out of his mind, he couldn't escape all the disgusting liquids mixing together and rubbing all over his skin every time he moved. His piss, his shit, his vomit, shit and piss from the mice all combined into the most vile mixture imaginable and Skyler was right in it, smelling, feeling and sometimes even thinking he tasted it. Since the air was so dense and moist and only a little oxygen exchange was taking place, it was too much. It was at this point that Skyler hit his low. He worked himself up into such a panic that he started having difficulty breathing. He hyperventilated; he became convinced he would die in this prison; he screamed in desperation until his voice went hoarse. He flailed his body in desperation, oblivious to the fact that he completely coated himself head to toe in the shit/piss/vomit mixture. He was so worked up he even pissed and shit a little bit more. However, the true horror of the situation was not yet apparent to Skyler. During his struggles, he managed to knock the straw from the hole and it fell out of the chest, leaving the boy with no source of fresh water for the remainder of his stay in the chest, which he would find out was 2 days. Skyler spent easily 3 hours clawing at the inside of the chest with his finger nails, much like last time. Except this time he spent far longer and was completely obsessed with the task. He dug and dug on the inside cedar lining, hoping against all odds that his efforts would lead to his self-rescue. Alas, the only thing Skyler succeeded in doing was wearing down his finger nails and the outer layer of skin, causing blood to cover his work. Skyler was so focused on escaping, it was his whole world. A sane person would realize that he was completely ineffective and his cause was futile, but Skyler was slipping into another world. At some point Skyler exhausted himself to sleep and when he awoke on the third day, he was immediately thirsty. Reaching for his straw, he became frightened when it wasn't to be found. He searched the entire inside of the chest with his fingers, carefully missing nothing. He even explored every pile of shit and ran his fingers through every mushy mess there was. He knew the mice must have taken it and was playing with it somewhere. When he couldn't find it, he became enraged that the mice must have shoved it out of the chest. It was pitch black outside so he could see nothing and his pinky finger couldn't feel any evidence of its whereabouts when it explored the area. Skyler screamed and yelled at the mice, a fur which sent them scurrying. At one point, in a fit of rage, he found a mouse, picked it up and bit right into it, just like he had the previous day to the first mouse. He didn't chew and swallow this time, he merely spit out the eviscerated meat and threw the dead mouse to the end of the chest. He calmed himself down after a bit and realized he was even thirstier than before. He didn't know what to do. He had no fresh water and he couldn't drink the piss sweat like he did a few days ago since it was contaminated with mice droppings and his own shit and vomit. As was becoming habit, he panicked and was unable to rationally think. He tried for at least an hour to reason his way out of this. He knew there had to be a solution. His fresh water was only inches away, just outside the chest waiting for him. He had to get to it. He kept probing the opening with his little finger until he rubbed some of the skin off causing it, too, to bleed. He pressed his tongue through the hole hoping to reach the water. Nothing worked and this added to his early insanity. Eventually he gave up, knowing he couldn't reach the water. Yet he thirst was stronger than ever. He had to drink! His headache returned as did his desperation. He sloshed around in the filthy mess, dismissing the idea of lapping it up. Of course, his sense of touch told him the mixture was mostly liquid (presumably piss and sweat) and not as much shit and vomit, so it might be okay from that perspective, but no. He couldn't do it. He tried to put it out of his mind. Think of something else, anything. But he kept coming back to it. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Yeah, it reeked. Yeah, it was disgusting. But if it's just a little shit and a little vomit, maybe he wouldn't taste it. Maybe, yeah, maybe he could convince his brain that he wasn't really eating shit and vomit. Maybe he could tell his sense of taste that there was just sweet fresh water touching his tongue and lips. Of course, Skyler had no conscious idea that he was bargaining with himself and was doing so from a serious disadvantage. He was so fucked. After another hour, Skyler somehow convinced himself that he could be tricked into believing he was doing something other than what he really was. And so it was. Skyler turned himself over so he his was facing down and inches above what was to become his next meal. By now, everything in the chest was an even mixture and even the mice were covered in it from constantly walking all over the place. He took a couple deep breaths, taking in the horrible stench, deliberately testing his ability to control his mental reactions. He didn't add any vomit to the pool, a step in the right direction. He slowly lowered his head until his nose touched the mixture. He then slowly extended his tongue until it touched the surface and withdrew it into his mouth, taking in the taste. He clenched his eyes shut and concentrated with all his mind to block out what his taste buds were telling his brain and somehow it seemed to work! He opened his eyes wide (like that did any good) in amazement that he wasn't disgusted by what just happened. He ventured further and lapped up even more of the mess. It wasn't very good tasting, but it also wasn't near as repulsive as he imagined. Wow! The first good news since he got here. So, armed with confidence, he sipped up the shit, piss and vomit mixture as fast as his tongue would allow. He was so eager that he got it all over his face, covering everything except his eyes. In reality, what he was experiencing was absolutely horrendous. But his mind was in such a state of self- preservation that it allowed him to drink and eat that fucking mess without much effort. It would only be in the days following this ordeal when he curled himself into a ball in the corner of his room, replaying the memories of his experience that he would come to terms with what was taking place. And so went the next day and a half. He ate 3 more mice; a couple died and he drank up most of the liquid that was in the chest. The remainder mostly dried up and attached itself to every surface of his skinny body, creating a brown caked-on coating. By the time his 4-day ordeal came to an end, he came to terms with his confinement. He was devoid of emotion and could no longer cry or smile. He existed in his personal prison that he had convinced himself would be where he would live out his unknown number of days. When he heard a foreign noise, his ears were startled and he scurried into a ball to protect himself. He saw a bright light shining through the hole and couldn't quite figure out what was happening. Just then the lid opened and there stood his three captors. Julie shouted: "Holy shit! What the fuck did you do to yourself?" Julie saw a shit and vomited covered boy curled up as much as his confines would allow; she saw a couple mice scurrying around with parts of others strewn about; she saw the straw 4 inches away from the hole; she saw his face was covered in the same mess; but most of all, she and Chloe and Ava were knocked back by a stench hard to imagine. The three gagged and almost threw up themselves. Skyler covered his face with his hands, protecting his sensitive eyes from the sudden assault. Ava: "Oh my God! What happened?" Chloe: "Did he, you know, shit all over himself?" Julie chuckled: "It certainly looks like it. And look at his face! Oh wow. It looks like he ate it! Oh fuck. Did you eat your own shit Sky!?" Skyler didn't answer. His body just quivered, trying to block out all these attacks on his senses. He had only his thoughts to accompany him for the past 96 hours and the lights, the fresh air, the shouting were too much to take in all at once. Julie was not going anywhere near him to poke him or get his attention. She kept her distance and kept yelling trying to bring him out of what looked like a trance. After a minute, the girls were overwhelmed by the horrible smell and had to get out of there. They exited the room with all due speed and headed up stairs. About an hour later, they heard movement down stairs and headed back to their victim. He made his way to the bathroom and into the shower where he lied down and let the hot water cleanse his body and run into his mouth. The first thing Julie did was look to see if he made a mess. To her surprise, Skyler used the one towel she left him to keep under his feet as he made his way from his dungeon to the bathroom. The girls peeked back into the room and the chest and inspected it more carefully, each of their shirts pulled up over their noses. They saw a sight of true horror below them. They could see blood on the walls, shit, piss and apparently vomit mixed together and coating every surface and the remains of 7 mice with one still alive. It, too, was covered in the mess. Julie: "Well, well, well... it looks like my big brother ate them after all. You each owe me ten bucks. Pay up bitches." So that was it. All this misery has been laid at Skyler's feet for $20 in bets. He never found out and it was probably for the best. The girls left Skyler alone and went back upstairs. When Skyler finished washing up (after about an hour under the water), he returned to the place of his doom. He stared inside the chest, much as he did several days ago, and lost himself in his thoughts. He had no expression on his face whatsoever. He just stared, for like 20 minutes. He didn't really even think during that time. He just stared, mostly fixated on the movements of the sole live mouse. It looked so different now that he had all senses working. At some point he cleaned up and even washed the mouse until it looked good as new. He cared for it like a pet and eventually set it free in the woods. Skyler was a changed boy as a result of these two experiences. He was even quieter and more reclusive than before and had absolutely no fight left in him. He did whatever what he was told, without hesitation, from this point forward. His sister never put him in the chest again, but she threatened once or twice. Since he remained obedient, she didn't follow through on her threats. She saw the change in her brother as well and eventually felt guilty about what she'd done to him and 5 months later, she left him alone for good. Charlie and his gang even tired of Skyler since he offered absolutely no resistance; they gave up on him as well. Skyler grew to crave being used and the attention he received from his so-called friends, his sister and her friends. When the experiences dried up, he didn't know what to do. Submission was his calling, his outlet, his purpose. His schoolwork suffered as his thoughts drifted and became dark. At home, he hid in his room where his parents hardly noticed. His father, embarrassed by his son, had long ago given up on Skyler. One Friday, Skyler had an idea. CHAPTER 3 – AARON AND THE PLAN During the annual extended-family Christmas dinner, Aaron and Skyler spoke and Skyler came clean with his longings to submit. It was clear this was very uncomfortable for Aaron, who spends much of his time working on the family farm, living a traditional life. Aaron was 23 years old at the time of this most uncomfortable Christmas chat. Skyler confirmed Aaron was still the head of a local Boy Scout troop and was skilled in ropes, knots, outdoor survival, fishing, hunting Skyler: "I know we've never been close and we see each other like twice a year. Um, you know I'm gay right?" Aaron's teeth churned and his face reddened: "Yeah I know" Skyler could cut the tension with a knife, but kept going: "Have you ever heard what my sister and other have done to me?" Aaron: "Just stories. Is it true?" Skyler: "I don't know what you've heard, but yeah, they've used me." Aaron was disgusted, but intrigued: "Like how?" Skyler: "I've been beaten, humiliated, pissed on, tied up ... even put in a box for 4 days." Aaron was speechless. Skyler: "Yeah, it's true. I'm pretty much the bottom of humanity. It's okay Aaron. I'm totally comfortable with it. The problem is, you see, I can't seem to get it anymore and I totally need it." Aaron snapped back to attention and started to become angry: "I sure as fuck hope you don't want me to do something to you." Skyler: "No, no, no. But do you still lead that scout troop? Aaron: "Yeah, why?" Skyler: "What if I give my body to them?" Aaron: "That's fuckin' sick man!" and started to get up and walk away. Skyler: "Wait, hold on! It's not like that. It's not sexual at all. I'm talking about giving them my body to experiment on, to learn from." Aaron stopped, turned around and stared at his cousin. Skyler: "They can take me to some remote part of the woods and do anything they, or you, want to me. Anything." Aaron: "Like what?" Skyler: "Well, this could be a great way for them to learn about a guy's body, to see how far it can be pushed, to see what happens when it's... um... tortured and maybe even torn apart." Aaron: "Dude, that's fucked up." Skyler: "Yeah probably. But it's what I want. And seriously, when will these guys get a chance like this?" Aaron thought it over before responding: "If I do this, there's no turning back. You could be seriously hurt ... like permanently." Skyler: "I know and I don't care. I need this." Aaron knew Skyler was a freak and this conversation confirmed it. The holidays came and went, as did spring. Neither Aaron nor Skyler brought it up again until the end of the semester. Skyler was a nervous wreck the whole week leading up to the spring picnic at the farm. He knew Aaron would be there again and he'd have to find the strength to bring up the topic again. Over the past few months, Skyler saw almost no use by others. He was now 17 and more ready than ever to put the plan into action. His thoughts darkened even more of late, to the point of accepting his fate. Indeed, Skyler was so driven by what he needed that he found the strength to talk to Aaron, convince Aaron to go along with the plan and even agree to the more extreme desires that crept up of late. The plan was this – in a few weeks, during a warm summer weekend, Aaron would gather several boy scouts at a remote camping site in an area owned by the family. Seclusion and secrecy would be paramount. Aaron and Skyler would develop and write a number of tasks for the scouts to perform and they would also pack the equipment necessary to carry out these tasks. Aaron would select scouts who he believed would be able and willing to see this through and would keep their collective mouths shut. Skyler would arrive on Saturday morning, a day after the scouts had gathered at the site. At that time, it begins. Skyler gradually opened his eyes, trying to remember where he was. As the mental fog cleared, he recalled he was still in the park, laying on the grassy berm. The sun was starting to set and he wondered w here the time went. He must have completely fallen asleep for at least a couple hours. As he gazed around the park, the crowd thinned out, presumably with the waning light. The families were mostly gone, replaced by teens on the basketball court and other teens skating nearby. He stared blankly at the teens, imaging boys just like them would be having their way with him in one short week. One week. He could hardly believe all these years of torment followed by the last few months of relative isolation have led to this point. His well-orchestrated plan was set and his cousin seemed to be on board. Next Saturday morning he would make the extremely long walk into the woods and his destiny would become fulfilled. So few people, he thought, understand what they're meant for and even fewer get their dreams realized. He not only knew what his purpose was on this planet, but he figured out how to bring his decidedly awkward needs into fruition. As Skyler slowly arose and walked home, he cranked up his iPod and listened to some Enya. Soon. Very soon. He didn't get a good night's sleep all week, least of all Friday night. CHAPTER 4 – DAY 1 It was a warm Friday evening in June as 24-year-old Aaron drove his pickup truck with four boy scouts down a dry, dusty road. The road started on Aaron's family's property and extended several miles into the deep woods of the South. The F-150 truck lurched back and forth as Aaron negotiated potholes, rocks and other hazards on this decidedly unkempt road. Aaron's thoughts were hardly confined to the driving task at hand. Rather, Aaron couldn't help but think about the two days that await him and the unsuspecting passengers. For all they knew, the scouts were visiting a familiar watering hole that they had each visited time and again. As they approached the end of their 4-mile drive, the seclusion was obvious. Surrounding a deliberately cleared out area with remnants of a campfire were trees 50-70 feet tall as far as the eye could see. The area was not as dense as a forest and thus dusk sunlight penetrated the leaf- covered treetops. Aaron parked the truck in near charred bricks that encompassed a 6-foot diameter campfire. Adjacent to the campfire lie a small clearing where tents were erected for sleep. While not obvious, a natural lake on the property stood some 150 yards down a well-marked path. No manmade structures adorned the site as the generations of family to occupy this land respected that nature should be the focus when here, not modern comforts. The boys unpacked their gear from the bed of the truck and left behind the unknown contents of various bags Aaron packed. None of the boys asked what Aaron brought along. After an hour of being at the site, tents were erected, cooking pots were staged at the camp site and the boys took it upon themselves to gather wood and prepare to start a fire. By 8 p.m. the fire was hot, the sliced up hot dogs and beans were cooking and marshmallows were packed nearby for a tasty dessert. The four boys and Aaron sat around the camp fire, Aaron quieter than usual. He looked at each boy with an empty stare, taking in what he saw. Colin Colin was a 13 year-old boy who was big-time into soccer; he played as long as Aaron could remember and had strong legs, as strong as any 13-year-old's. He wore a dull yellow t-shirt, long black gym shorts and Adidas flip flops. He didn't care that flip flops were totally the wrong footwear for the woods. His blond hair was fairly long and straight and his bangs hung down over his eyes. Colin was constantly flicking his head to one side or the other to relocate his bangs. His complexion was clear, he wore braces and his frame was slim, but athletic. David David was also 13 and happened to be the first cousin to both Aaron and Skyler. David's a true gamer nerd, but had some outdoor skills forced on him by his extended family and trips to the woods. It was Aaron who actually got David into scouting several years ago. He wore thin- rimmed glasses, had medium-length curly brown hair (almost like a Hobbit), worse a printed WoW t-shirt, tan cargo shorts, white heel socks and old Nike shoes. He was skinny like only a gamer nerd could be and had a few signs of adolescent pimples forming on his face. Josh Josh was 14 and was into baseball as much as Colin was into soccer. He even started to shave his arms after saw the high school pitchers talk about it. Nothing like emulating the older guys. The funny thing is – Josh barely had any hair on his arms to begin with. No matter. Aaron saw Josh wearing a button-up Texas Rangers baseball jersey, black shorts, white ankle socks and Adidas sneakers. Tyler Finally, Aaron set his gaze upon Tyler, the remaining 14 year-old around the camp fire, and the oldest of the boys by 2 months. Tyler recently started cross country and thought it was cool to wear a bright white, skin- tight Under Armor shirt, short running shorts, heel socks and brand new Nike running shoes. He was also popular with the girls, sported a gorgeous smile and black spiky hair. He needed glasses, but usually wore his contacts. Tyler was ultra-competitive and easily the most popular of the boys. Aaron completed his gaze and decided it was time to start things, albeit on the comparatively simple side tonight. "Listen up guys. Tonight we're gonna to talk as men. I'm going to tell you what you probably already know and what I know you learned in school. We're going to talk about sex from a guy's perspective and what makes us tick." The four boys blushed, twisted and groaned in discomfort as they sat atop their individually-chosen logs. While talk of sex was more open today than ever, it was still weird for a group of 13 and 14 year-old boys. Aaron: "Listen. It's not that bad. You already know how everything works. You know your dick goes inside a girl's pussy, you fuck for a while and shoot your cum since her. Maybe she gets pregnant, maybe not. Sometimes for fun, she'll suck you off, other times you'll lick her pussy. Both of you cum and hopefully she swallows and you sure as shit don't swallow hers." The boys chuckled at the last statement and started to calm down at the frankness of Aaron's tone. Aaron: "But, what you may not know is a guy's body is full of interesting little features. Take the nipples for example." Aaron was very matter of fact about this as the boys once again squirmed in embarrassment. "They are extremely sensitive and very erotic. It feel awesome to have someone play with your nipples while you're horned up. Try it sometime. But, just as they can bring you pleasure, they can also bring you a lot of pain if squeezed or hit too hard." This conversation was coming on so sudden, the boys remained completely silent, not sure how to contribute to such a foreign topic. It's true, by 13, they all had Sex-Ed in school and a couple of their parents awkwardly broached the "talk", but none of them knew anything about the nipples or the other anatomical topics he was about to raise. Aaron: "You with me so far?" Of course they all nodded in the affirmative as to not look like dumb-shits in front of the others. "Good. Josh, you should know this one. What's the one thing a baseball pitcher fears more than anything?" Josh: "Getting hit with ball" Aaron: "Right. Where's the worse place to get hit?" Josh chuckled: "In the junk man!" Aaron: "Absolutely. Ever happen to you?" Josh: "No way! But it happened to Sam last year. They took him to the hospital." Aaron: "Tell us why." Josh: "Cause he got nailed right in the nuts and they almost exploded" Aaron: "So getting hit in the balls is the worst thing that can happen?" Josh: "Oh hell ya!" Aaron: "Anyone been hit or kicked in the balls?" Everyone shook their head, but Colin wasn't being entirely truthful. His brother lightly punched him once and even that light of a hit took him down for like 20 minutes. He wasn't about to admit it. Aaron: "It's so fucked up. Our balls hold the cum that's used to create babies. They're sticking way outside our bodies and even the lightest hit can cause the most insane pain. Anyone broken a bone?" Colin was again the only boy to experience this one and he spoke up this time: "Yeah I broke my ankle like 2 years ago when blading." Aaron: "What happened?" Colin: "I was doing this cool trick on a rail at the park. My ankle buckled and I fell weird and my ankle broke." Aaron: "Did it hurt?" Colin: "Hell ya it did!" Aaron: "There's another way we can be hurt – broken bones." Aaron went on like this for a half hour while they roasted marshmallows. Aaron covered all manner of hurting the male body, many of which had never occurred to any of them. Of course, why should it? What barely- pubescent boy thinks like this? The boys had absolutely no idea why he was going into all this shit, but it was kinda interesting cause no one's ever talked about this stuff before. About 10 p.m. they all got tired so they cleaned up the camp site, put out the fire, stripped down to their boxers and went into their tents. Aaron had his own tent and the four boys split the remaining two tents. As Aaron lay in his tent on his back staring straight up with his hands clasped behind his head, he wondered if he was really ready for tomorrow. If Skyler even showed up, the intensity would probably be too much for the guys. Hell, they'd done worse to people in games all the time, but this would be real and he hoped he chose the four boys well – especially his cousin David. David was the key. If the other boys saw David go through with hurting his own cousin, the others should follow suit. Yeah, that's it. He will start with David and hook him. The other guys will follow suit. They have to. Of course, if even one falters, he's fucked. Fucked as in his life is over, fucked. CHAPTER 5 – DAY 2 The Subject When the boys woke up the next morning, they went to the lake to wash up. Being shy teen boys that they are, they kept their boxers or boxer briefs on as they washed themselves off. They shared one bar of soap as each superficially cleaned most of the important areas. It was already a warm, humid morning so none of them was able to completely dry off. They each dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and returned to the camp site, where Aaron was breaking out the box of Pop Tarts. Nothing too complex for this camping trip. It was around 8:30, the sun was bright in the morning sky and a few wispy clouds floated high in the sky. Aaron: "Guys, sit down around last night's camp fire. I've got something to tell you." The four boys sat on logs around the remnants of the fire, grabbed their Pop Tarts and feasted on their gourmet breakfast nuggets. Aaron: "Listen up. Last night's conversation had a purpose. It wasn't just some bullshit I told you cause we're guys and I felt like it. Something's going to happen today and tomorrow that will be unlike anything you've ever seen. You know how in science class you get to run experiments, right?" They nodded, mostly ignoring Aaron as they chowed down. Aaron: "Well, these next two days you will get to experiment on a real person. You will get to do things to him that no one gets to do. He will be yours to use any way you want." The boys stopped eating, looked intently at Aaron and tried to comprehend what he was saying. None of them wanted to be the first to speak up and ask a dumb question, so they remained silent. Aaron: "Okay, I can tell you guys aren't getting it. I'll spell it out for you. This guy, Skyler, is coming here this morning to offer himself to you. You can and will do absolutely anything to him you want. He gets off on being the center of attention and on being hurt. He's 17." Their mouths went dry and Josh was holding his Pop Tart mid-air, completely oblivious to its existence. But that last statement of Aaron's couldn't go unanswered, so he piped up. Josh: "Soooo... he wants to be beat up?" Aaron: "Sorta. That's the start of it. What he wants is for you to learn from exploring and testing his body. Figure out what happens to a body when you do weird and brutal things to it. Understand?" Josh: "Uhhhhh.. sure." The other boys remained silent, continuing to concentrate on Aaron's every words. David especially didn't say as a word, as his mind was taking him in another direction. He leered at Aaron looking for any kind of clue that his growing suspicion might be correct. Aaron: "Okay, he'll be here in a little while and I'll show you what's up. In the meantime, Colin, go to my truck and grab the green bag out of the bed." Colin cautiously got up, trying to make sense of this whole deal. He may be only 13, but he seriously thought he had some idea how the world worked. But this just didn't make sense. How could some 17-year-old guy want to come to camp and be beat up by us? Poor Colin just couldn't comprehend it. But, he wasn't alone; his friends couldn't figure it out either. Only David had another possible idea, but he refused to believe it. Colin went to Aaron's truck, opened the lid on the bed and retrieved the green duffle bag. He didn't open it and gave it to Aaron. Aaron opened the bag and retrieved 4 strands of thick white nylon rope, leaving the other contents in place. Aaron: "When Skyler gets here, you guys are going to tie him up between those 2 trees." Aaron pointed to a pair of distant vertical trees that stood about 9 feet apart. Aaron handed one length of rope to each boy. Each boy timidly accepted the rope, saying nothing. Aaron: "Alright, finish eating and throw the football around until Skyler gets here." Aaron ignored David's silent, inquisitive glare. As expected, they were quiet until the boys got together, away from Aaron. They finished eating, walked towards a clearing within sight of the camp and stood around each other. They finally opened up to each other. Tyler: "Okay, what the fuck was that all about?" Josh: "Hell if I know, but it's fucked up." Tyler: "No shit. Think he was fucking with us?" They all looked at David, who was Aaron's cousin. Perhaps he had some insight. David: "Dude, I have no idea. Sounded serious to me." This tepid affirmation caused them all go quiet again, as they pondered this may be for real. After a few seconds, David broke the silence and decided to share his suspicion. David: "He said his name was Skyler, right?" Colin remembered every detail of the conversation and nodded in agreement. David: "Well, Skyler is our cousin and I guess he's around 17, so it might be him." Colin piped up: "So if it is, what's his deal?" David: "I know he's gay and my uncle can't stand him. He's like an embarrassment to the family. I don't know. He's keeps to himself and he gets picked on at school. He's mostly a pussy." Colin: "So he's going to show up here and we're supposed to beat the shit out of him?" David: "Yeah, I have no idea." Tyler: "Okay, so this is really fucked up. Will you recognize him if he shows?" David: "Yeah" Tyler: "And you'll tie him up and beat him up?" David shrugged. This was really starting to hit home for him. Was his big cousin really the Skyler that was going to show up? Tyler: "Whatever. I guess we'll see what happens if he shows." The boys dispersed and threw the football, for a while, reverting back to their normal state of activity. About 20 minutes later, David's attention instantly shifted from the football being thrown at him to the camp sight. The football barely missed him, but when the boys noticed David looking towards the camp, their collective gaze also shifted. David clearly saw Aaron talking to his cousin Skyler, but his eyes were having a tough time convincing his brain that it was indeed the very same Skyler he last saw at Christmas. After a few seconds, the other boys gathered around David. Tyler: "Is that him?" David: "Yeah... I guess it is." By this time, Aaron saw the boys staring and motioned for them to come over. The boys complied, but they were in no hurry to get there, so they slowly walked until they got there, keeping a safe distance. Aaron: "Guys, this is Skyler. Yes, David, it's who you thought." Skyler wore minimal clothing. He wore a pair of khaki shorts, a skin-tight muscle shirt showing off his thin frame, and flip flops. Skyler looked confident, smiling to the boys: "Hey guys. Hi David. Don't worry. I won't bite. In fact, you will do the biting." He chuckled a bit. The guys thinly smiled, mostly out of nervousness rather than the intended sarcastic humor. Aaron: "As I said earlier, Skyler is here to be your personal experiment for the rest of the outing. He will let you do anything you want to him and you won't get in trouble. Nothing is off limits and you will be creative. After all, you're Scouts and creativity should be in your blood. Skyler?" Skyler: "That's right guys. David already knows this, but for the rest of you, I'm pretty much a sissy faggot and the only thing I'm really good at is serving others, usually through humiliation and pain. These next couple days will be different than anything either of us has experienced. When Aaron says anything is acceptable, he's right. I want you to learn whatever you can about the human body from me and I especially want you to know what it's like to break a body." The boys again stared in absolutely amazement, hanging on Skyler's every words, barely breathing and certainly not swallowing. Skyler continued. Skyler: "That's right. You can do the most horrible things imaginable to this body, which is now your body. I turn myself over to you and want you to be extremely cruel to me as you're learning how a body works and is put together. Got it?" Again, none of the boys acknowledged, perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of a lack of comprehension. So, Aaron spoke up. Aaron: "Listen guys. No one is going to get in trouble here. There's no hidden cameras and none of us will ever talk about what happens here. Everything Skyler said is true – his body now belongs to you. Let's get over to the tree and tie him up." Securing the Subject The boys were still mostly shell shocked by what they were hearing, but they followed Aaron and Skyler to the trees. Aaron: "Obviously you can't do much experimenting on a body if it has clothes on, so what should we do about that? Tyler?" Tyler: "Um, I don't know." Tyler was afraid to say what he really thought. Aaron: "Oh come on, yes you do. Stop being a pussy." That insult snapped Tyler out of it and he spoke up: "I guess he should take his clothes off." Aaron: "Very good. You're right. Skyler, you heard the man. Strip." Skyler did as he was told and the boys looked on with eyes fully opened, watching almost in slow motion as Skyler de-clothed. Skyler started with his flip flops, kicking them to the side, proceeding next to slowly remove his skin-tight muscle shirt. This revealed Skyler's completely smooth chest, flat nipples and little outie navel. When Skyler's hands were overhead, every rib was clearly visible. Even when Skyler tossed the shirt aside and returned his arms to his side, his rubs were prominently on display. Skyler was definitely skinny, just as David said earlier. Skyler confidently moved to the buckle, unfastened it on his khakis and started to lower them. The boys immediately noticed the lack of boxers as the khakis slowly descended Skyler's lower body. Within seconds, the khakis were around Skyler's ankles, being kicked aside along with his shirt and flip flops, leaving him naked. The boys instinctively let their eyes fall towards Skyler's cock and balls. The first thing they noticed was how completely hairless he was. Not a stitch of hair anywhere in the area. Skyler's 5" uncut cock was at half mast, responding to the thrill he was feeling at performing for the boys. His balls hung low in their sac, thanks to the warm, humid morning conditions. His cock was smooth, straight and slightly on the thin side. All in all, Skyler's equipment was average and looked quite good. In total, Skyler's body was blemish free and as smooth as a baby's bottom. Aaron: "That's better. Now guys, take your rope and find a limb. Use your best knot and tie one end around the ankle or wrist." The guys were hesitant to move, but David moved in. For whatever reason, the sight of his naked cousin in front of him gave him a sense of confidence he didn't know he had. He had heard the stories of his sissy cousin and the thought of getting a chance to work on him was starting to make his heart race. He knelt down at Skyler's left ankle and began tying one end of his rope. Tyler stepped in and took the other ankle. Colin and Josh took the two wrists. As the boys worked, Skyler felt a rush of satisfaction flow over him and he realized he was finally going to be used for the purpose he was meant to serve. He knew of no greater service to humanity than to give 4 adolescent boys the opportunity to discover things about the human body that almost no living humans ever get to experience. He was determined to give these guys a good show and to hold off screaming and begging as long as possible, to prevent scaring them off. Each boy completed his task and they each started to walk away from Skyler, carrying the rope towards their respective tree. Each tree extended about 50 feet in the air, was straight for the first 10 feet and had a trunk diameter of 2 feet. These were sturdy, mature trees that would offer Skyler no hope of escape. Aaron: "Good job guys. Now time to complete the tying. Here's what I want you to do. He needs to be spread as far apart as possible, almost ripping his arms and legs from their sockets. And it has to hurt him real bad. To do this, wrap the rope halfway around the tree, put your foot up against the trunk and pull with all your strength, all at the same time. This will pull his arms and legs as wide as possible. Make sure the ropes on his wrists are up pretty high, like at head level if you can reach that high." The boys got in position, wrapped their pieces of rope around the healthy tree trunks, steadied themselves with a foot against the tree and were preparing to pull. Aaron: "Good. Okay, pull." Aaron watched as the boys pulled on the ropes, pulling Skyler painfully wide and apart. Skyler gasped and yelled out, causing each boy to let up. Aaron immediately interjected: "No! Don't let up. Keep pulling, harder!" The boys did as instructed and pulled on the ropes. The two boys holding Skyler's wrists couldn't pull very far, as the two arms were pretty much held slightly up from his body. The legs, on the other hand, had quite a bit of give to them so they had farther to extend. And extend they did. Skyler was grimacing in pain as he felt his tendons nearly rip apart from the force of the pulling of his sensitive limbs. He concentrated on not yelling out again, which could again cause the boys to stop their pulling. He needed to take the pain and let them finish their task. Colin: "I can't pull any more. What do I do?" Josh: "Me too. I'm holding as hard as I can" Aaron: "Okay, without letting the rope slip, walk the rope completely around the tree trunk a couple times, tying it off when you're done. How are you two doing?" David and Tyler were pretty much at their limits with Skyler's fully extended legs and they followed Aaron's instructions as well. Within a couple minutes, all 4 ropes were tied and Skyler was completely immobile and spread eagle. His limbs hurt like hell and he was having a hard time concentrating on the present. Aaron: "Awesome job guys. Stand back and look at your work." The 5 guys walked about 6 feet in front of Skyler and admired his stretched out naked frame. Perhaps not surprisingly, the boys noticed Skyler wasn't as tall as before. All the pulling on his legs caused him to be just a few inches shorter. His stomach looked painfully sunken and every rib was clearly visible under his taut skin. The sun shone on Skyler, through the trees, at an overhead angle that made the front of his body glisten. He was sweating both from the humidity and the stress on his body. The heat and humidity also caused Skyler's balls to continue to nestle beautifully in the bottom of his fully extended sac. In short, his fragile skinny body looked incredibly gorgeous, especially on the backdrop of what lie ahead for him. The Punching Bag Aaron: "Okay guys, a few ground rules now that he's tied up. Skyler gets no food or water for the rest of this trip. He's also going to stay tied up like this. Also, everything you do to him from this point forward has to hurt or embarrass him. You will learn about the human male body at his expense. We'll start simple. Each of you will punch him 5 times each, as hard as you can, in his stomach. David, he's your cousin, so you can start. Turn his stomach into mush for the faggot he is." This was the first time Aaron had uttered that word and it caught the boys off guard. Of course, none of them was new to the word and each repeatedly threw the word around among their friends as innocent gestures of insult, but now, Aaron really meant "faggot" in its truest sense. Aaron wanted the guys to beat the shit out of this guy. David had to speak up. David couldn't look at the helpless Skyler but instead looked at Aaron: "Are you sure? Does he really want this? Am I going to hurt him?" Aaron: "Listen David .. and the rest of you listen up ... it doesn't matter what he wants anymore. He's tied up and your prisoner. He cannot escape and he won't tell anyone. Will you Skyler?" Skyler was still having some trouble concentrating due to the conditions of his stretched body, but he managed a response: "No way. I'll never tell. Listen David, I want you to hurt me as bad as you can imagine. And then, think up the most awful things you can think of with your friends and do them to me. Nothing is off-limits and no part of this body off-limits. Seriously guys, fuck me up." David shook his head and the other boys looked on to see what he would do. But, he chimed in: "Alright, whatever. Here it comes." David stepped right in front of Skyler, to the point where he could smell the sweat coming off his body. He braced his feet on the mostly dirt ground, reared back his right hand, made a clinched fist and swung forward straight into Skyler's gut. As expected, Skyler barely moved an inch. His mid section absorbed the blow and the breath escaped Skyler's mouth with a big puff of air. It was certainly a good hit, but not his hardest. Aaron: "Not bad. But you can do much better. Keep going. Four to go." David delivered the next four punches in rapid succession, barely giving Skyler a chance to recover between the hits to his sunken abdomen. All five hits landed in just about the same spot on his belly button, leaving a distinctive red glow on his belly. If it were possible for Skyler to sag in his bonds, he certainly would have, but the boys did an outstanding job ensuring that was all but impossible. Skyler's head did sag, however and he struggled to get full breaths of air in his lungs. Aaron: "Good job cuz. Alright, who's next?" Gaining confidence that this whole thing was actually for real, 13 year-old Colin eagerly stepped up. Somehow seeing this naked, tied up guy 4 years his elder was beginning to send adrenaline through his young body. A strange new sensation to be sure. He had no clue how to respond other than to give into the raw emotions. Colin assumed the same position and stance as David before him, reared back and delivered the hardest hit he could. Even though he was a soccer player and extremely fit, his 13-year-old frame couldn't deliver truly devastating blows, but he didn't know that. The effects on Skyler were nice nonetheless. Skyler continued to be worn down by the repeated beatings; he continued to struggle in his bonds, desperate to bend over and protect his wounded abdomen and ultimately desperate to get enough fresh air in his lungs. He was slowly failing on all counts. His head stayed down most of the time, giving into what was happening to him. Colin finished his five punches and was extremely proud of himself. He did well and was seriously pumped with adrenaline. He bounced up and down like a boxer, clearly wanting more. David chuckled: "Awesome job Colin. You showed true spirit. You'll get your chance soon enough to break poor Skyler some more. Alright, who's next?" Both Josh and Tyler, the 14-year-olds, stepped up. Presumably being just a bit older, they would deliver even more powerful punches. But, Tyler piped up first. Tyler: "I'll go next, but his head's just hanging there. Anyway to hold it up so he sees what's happening to him?" Aaron: "Excellent question. Skyler, hey Skyler, listen up. Hold up your fucking head." David went to Skyler, grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head from his chest and into normal position. Skyler tried to hold it in place, but was losing some self control given the ever-present pain in his limbs and the growing raw pain in his gut. Aaron: "Hmmm, I don't know. He might need some help." No one said anything and then David broke the silence a few seconds later. "Ah, I have an idea. Look straight up. See how the tree slowly bends this way? Let's tie a noose around his neck and tie the other end to the tree up there. That'll surely hold his head up." Colin, still high on the experience, jumped at the chance to scale the tree. Jumping up and down, he proclaimed: "Oh me, me! I'll do it!" Aaron laughed one again, "Haha alright Colin. It's all yours." David retrieved another length of nylon rope from his duffle bag. "Alright guys, gather around. Anyone know how to make a noose? I mean a proper one?" No one chimed up this time, but each boy had a wide-eyed look of anticipation on his face. They were really getting into this. Skyler was listening in and certainly didn't object. Deep down, he liked this turn of events, especially since it came from one of the boys and so early in what he knew would be an unrelenting torturous couple of days. Aaron: "Okay, watch closely." Over the next few minutes, Aaron slowly and carefully constructed a gallows' knot noose. He chose that knot because it's especially effective for strangulations. Of course he wasn't going to kill Skyler, but he certainly wouldn't mind ramping up his suffering. A few minutes later, the noose was complete and he gave the knot-end to Tyler and the loose end to Colin. Aaron: "Alright Tyler, this was really your idea, so put that end around his neck and pull tight. Colin, you work your way up the tree and tie it off." Both boys did as instructed. The others watched with undivided attention as the bound guy was about to be hung. Colin was a natural tree climber and monkeyed his way into position directly above Skyler with no problem. He straddled the thick, sturdy branch with his legs and used his arms to start pulling on the rope, removing the slack. Colin: "How hard to I pull?" Aaron: "Keep going until I say stop. Just like before, wrap one end halfway around the tree now and pull down, making it tighter." As Colin slowly pulled the rope, Aaron and the other boys carefully watched Skyler's neck and it started to almost lengthen before their eyes. His head rose to face the guys, he managed a labored swallow and his face started to flush almost instantly. Aaron: "Alright, hold it there. Let's see if that's right." Aaron watched to see if Skyler could manage a breath with the rope so constricted around his neck. His eyes were wide open, staring at Aaron, but not exhibiting a plea for mercy. This pleased Aaron greatly. Skyler knew he needed to suffer and endure and this little torment was certainly fair game. Skyler managed little wisps of air through his lips, perhaps enough to suck in enough oxygen, perhaps not. But Aaron was satisfied that Skyler was struggling and that's all that mattered. He told Colin to tie off the rope and he did an excellent job. Colin descended the tree and took a look at his handy work. He was quite impressed with the visual in front of him. In fact, all the boys were. They patted Colin on the head and back, congratulating him on a job well done. Skyler presented in front of the five guys in a fine predicament. He was hopelessly tied spread eagle and his head and neck were cruelly pulled upwards, depriving Skyler of much needed air, especially when he was already struggling to breath from the stomach punches. Of course, more were on their way. Aaron: "I gotta say, I'm impressed guys. You worked together and solved a tough problem. Look at his head; it's not resting on his chest anymore. So what if he can't breathe?" He chuckled and the boys chimed in, quickly realizing the specimen in front of them was becoming less human and more of a thing with each passing minute. "Alright Tyler, have at him ... and make these the hardest punches you can possibly give." Tyler didn't need any more encouragement. Taking a similar stance as the boys before him, Tyler lined up in front of Skyler and gave a deafening blow right to Skyler's already tender abdomen. This blow succeeded in pushing out what little air Skyler had left in his lungs. He instinctively tried to breathe in air to replenish his supply, but the noose made that task very difficult. He struggled in his bonds trying desperately to find some sweet air. His eyes naturally widened in fear and while he was trying to figure out what to do, Tyler delivered his next blow. There was no air to escape Skyler's lungs this time and a thud was all the other boys heard. Skyler was losing the battle for oxygen and didn't know what to do. Not deterred by Skyler's predicament, Tyler delivered his next three blows in rapid succession. They didn't have much of an effect on Skyler as there was nothing left to do to him. He had no air to breathe; he had no more air to exhale and his already-sunken abdomen could compress no further. As Tyler stepped back to admire his work, they all watched Skyler continue to flail around trying to breathe. It had taken probably 30 seconds to deliver all 5 punches and in that time, Skyler had been without fresh oxygen. He looked around to Aaron and the other boys for some sign of assistance, but none was forthcoming. He would have to figure a way out of this predicament himself. He coaxed his mind to tell his body to slow its panic and focus on stretching his head and neck up, even an inch, to allow an opening for air to get in. After maybe 10 seconds, his efforts started to pay off, and there was enough slack in the rope to allow the thinnest of airway openings. Skyler sucked in what air he could, almost renewed by the paltry few ounces making their way into his lungs. But they were enough to give him hope to try again. And try he did. After a few more successful intakes of air, Skyler started to regulate his breathing and get back to normal, whatever the hell that meant given his predicament. Aaron was pleased to see Skyler struggle, but also solve his own problem. He'll have to remember to give him more opportunities like this. "Okay Josh, you're it. And since you're the baseball pitcher, I expect you to be the star performer. I expect you to punch straight through his stomach and see your fist come out his spine. Make him suffer." Josh: "I got this Aaron. No worries. This bitch is goin' down." Aaron permitted himself a wry smile as he appreciated how into this the boys were getting. He clearly didn't expect them to be so enthusiastic so early. This certainly looked good for what was to come. Josh assumed the position in front of Skyler and, as promised, delivered the five most brutal punches to Skyler's gut. Skyler once again tried to get adequate air into his lungs. This time, the combination of pain in his limbs, pain in his abdomen, constricted neck and panic were too much to overcome. He slowly lost the battle and within a minute of Josh's last punch, Skyler fell unconscious, but with his bulging eyes remaining open. The boys started to freak, thinking they killed him. Especially Josh. He broke out into a cold sweat and just knew he was going to get in trouble for this. Seeing their instant panic, Aaron responded. Aaron: "Don't worry guys; he's fine. He just went unconscious, like he's asleep. Colin, get back up there and undo the rope. Within 15 seconds, Colin scaled the tree and had the rope undone and let the loose end fall to the ground. Aaron loosened the knot and completely removed the noose from Skyler's neck. The line between the flushed face and the normal color of the rest of his body was very clear. When the rope was removed, Skyler's natural instincts took over and he started coughing and he sucked in air as he regained consciousness. Inside of a couple minutes, Skyler was back with the group and once again focusing on the intense pain in his stomach. Aaron felt it was time to question Skyler, primarily for the benefit of the boys. Aaron: "So Skyler, how was that?" Skyler started to answer, but his voice was raspy and unintelligible. He cleared his throat a couple times, swallowed and tried again. "That was seriously intense. You guys hit like boxers. My stomach totally kills." He managed a little smile of encouragement. He knew why Aaron was talking to him; he needed to bring the boys back into the fold ... let them know what just happened was cool. Aaron: "So, no regrets?" Skyler: "No way man. I loved the noose idea. It was also cool for you guys to see what a body goes through when it's tortured. I expect more of the same dedication to tearing me apart." That was the first time Skyler used the word 'torture' and it wasn't lost on the boys. Each boy processed the word and, to this point, only heard the term used in relation to prisoners of war. Perhaps that was the connection Skyler was trying to make in their minds. Torture him like a prisoner and feel no regrets for what happens to him. Aaron: "Good deal. You don't go anywhere Skyler. The guys and I are going back to camp and will be back before too long." Aaron summoned the boys to follow him back to camp and around last night's fire. They could still see Skyler's strung up body in the distance. All sitting on logs, Aaron started. Aaron: "So, what do you think about what happened?" Colin: "That was so awesome! I've never done anything like that." Aaron: "Having that kind of power over another person is hot, isn't it?" All four boys nodded in agreement. Aaron: "Tyler, kudos to you for saying something about his head lying on his chest. If it wasn't for you, we never would have added the noose to his neck. That was awesome wasn't it?" David piped up: "Yeah it was really cool seeing our cousin all spread out like that. I know everyone makes fun of him, but yeah, I never thought something like this would happen." Aaron: "Well, here's the deal guys. This is only the beginning. What you just did doesn't compare to what's going to happen. You are going to literally beat the shit out of him, tear him up, make him bleed and break his bones. What do you think of that?" The boys went silent, again floored by what they're hearing. Colin eventually spoke up: "Do what?" Aaron: "You heard me. Skyler's body belongs to you guys now. You're going to tear it to shreds and he knows that's why he's here. Preparing for the Tasks The boys again looked in amazement at the words they were hearing. This whole thing was getting weirder by the minute. But, Aaron didn't let the words sink in and he moved on. Aaron: "Okay, it's time for more. Here's what we're going to do next. The subject wrote bunch of ideas down on pieces of paper and you're each going to pick one at a time and do it to him. To see who goes first, I have a challenge for you. Each of you are going to punch Skyler as hard as you can square in his balls. Whoever makes him scream the loudest wins and gets to go first." A huge smile came across Colin's face. This was going to be fun. "Josh, why don't you go first? Show us that arm of yours again." Skyler looked even more vulnerable than before, knowing that his balls were now the target of the boy's attention. Spread out and completely unable to protect himself, Skyler's now soft dick started to get hard. He was seriously getting hot thinking about these boys brutalizing his nuts. Hell, getting these boys anywhere near his sex was hot. Who cares if they were hurting him? His rising mast wasn't missed on Aaron or the boys. Aaron: "Look at that Josh. He's sportin' wood. He seriously wants this. Grab his balls and pull them way down so you can feel what you're in for." Josh had never held any balls in his hands, except for his own. And certainly not with the intent of causing those precious jewels harm. But this was different. Josh worked his way over to Skyler, kneeled down and slowly enveloped Skyler's low-hanging, sweaty balls in the fist of his right hand. Josh started to pull down until Skyler started to grunt and moan in discomfort. Josh knew Skyler was here to suffer, so he kept pulling. Aaron once again smiled. Josh pulled them down several inches until they would go no further. Skyler was audibly moaning, trying to bend his knees to relieve the pressure on his nuts. Of course, this was a hopeless gesture. His limbs weren't going anywhere. Aaron: "Good job dude! Now punch them as hard as you can and remember, you're playing for the loudest scream." Josh let go of Skyler's balls and watched them snap back to their original position. He scooted around Skyler's package, trying to find the best angle. It was funny watching him take this so seriously. He didn't ask anyone for help. He was going to figure this out himself. He decided a straight on punch, like you'd hit a punching ball, was the right move for him. So, he lined up just like he did earlier when he delivered the gut punches, but this time he was a little lower. His balance was a little off, but he compromised, reared his hand back and delivered his knock-out blow to those sweet, unprotected nuts. His aim was dead on and Skyler's nuts went flying straight back, smacking his own ass and falling back and forth a couple times before resting in their original position. All the while, Skyler let out more of a full volume "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh" as he once again struggled against his well-tied ropes. He didn't budge while his balls felt like they were on fire. Aaron: "Sweet hit dude! That could easily be the winning shot. Okay Colin, get up there. Don't give him time to rest. Rack his nuts!" Colin was quickly regaining his earlier exuberance and his heart instantly started racing when he was Josh nail Skyler in the balls. Just seeing another kid's balls racked like that was unquestionably awesome to witness. Colin decided to repeat Josh's stance and technique and delivered his own thunderous blow. While it wasn't as devastating as Josh's, it still elicited a nice howl from Skyler. Unfortunately for Colin, everyone agreed the screen Josh forced from Skyler was louder. Halfway through and Josh remained in the lead. Aaron: "David, get up there. Try a different hit, though. Whatever you want, just change things up." David didn't need prodding; he had already planned to hit Skyler another way. Something about seeing his cousin like this was actually erotic and he was starting to get his own wood developing in his khaki shorts. Fortunately, khakis are bulky and he was able to keep his embarrassing erection hidden from view. He walked over to Skyler who, at this point, was in a mental haze as he struggled to cope with the intense agony he was feeling at the hands of his sensitive balls. For this short period, the pain in his gut, arms and legs were no longer at the forefront of his mind. He could focus only on his balls and he knew they were in for more. David got in front of Skyler and encircled his balls in his fist, squeezing them in the palm of his hand. This action elicited a high-pitch scream from Skyler as this new assault was cruelly violating his already compromised balls. Again he tried to kneel down, close his legs, anything. But he was destined to suffer, nothing more. Once David had Skyler's balls exactly where he wanted them in the palm of his left hand, he made a fist with his right hand, reared back and brought it down with thunderous force onto the captured balls, held steadily in place by his unwavering left hand. Skyler's reaction was almost animal like. He visibly thrashed in his bonds – yes, he actually moved this time and let out the most gut wrenching yell any of these guys has ever heard. It actually scared David that he jumped out of the way, releasing Skyler's balls in the process. Skyler howled and yelled so loud, the guys couldn't laugh; they just stared at Skyler flailing about like a stuck pig. After about a minute, Skyler stopped yelling and started to settle down. Aaron: "Whoa cuz, awesome whack. That was amazing. You're definitely on top!" Josh was bummed, but knew he had been bested. He almost forgot there was a strung up guy suffering in front of him; he was pissed he lost. After another minute or so, Aaron called for Tyler to round out the competition. Tyler knew he had a rough job ahead, but he was totally up to the job. After all, he was the oldest, even if only by a couple months. This was so his challenge to win. Tyler got up to Skyler before he had too much time to recover. He also picked up Skyler's now-reddened and bloated balls and his and rolled them around in his closed fist, periodically pushing on the orbs with his index finger. This caused renewed crying and yelling from Skyler, exactly the reaction he hoped for. He decided to do the same thing as David, but with a slight twist. He placed Skyler's balls in his left hand, clenched his right fist, got on his knees and prepared to deliver a knock-out blow. But, in contrast to David's technique, Tyler pointed his knuckles straight down towards Skyler's balls and intended to him them head on with his pointy knuckles. Tyler was ready. He pulled his hand back as far as possible, and swung straight down with all the force he could muster. Unfortunately his aim was a bit off and completely missed one ball and grazed the other with his fist. This certainly elicited a reaction from Skyler, but nothing like the previous blows. Tyler leapt up, screaming: "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! No way man. Do over!" Aaron: "Sorry man, you had your chance and you blew it." The other boys laughed at Tyler cursing up a storm, stomping around Skyler's battered body. Even though Skyler loved the pain and especially the attention he was receiving, he sort of enjoyed the last attempt missing his oh-so-sore nuts. He looked down and could see they were red, swollen and were absolutely on fire. He struggled to maintain his composure as the boy's attention diverted to Tyler and his pseudo-rant. Aaron: "So sad. Better luck next time! David, it's all you. You get to go first!" Josh: "No fair, he cheated." David defended himself: "Cheated? How?" Josh: "I don't know; you just did." David: "No way dude. I won fair and square. Eat shit." Aaron took a brown lunch bag out of his duffle bag that had "Day 1" written on it. Aaron: "Okay, here's the deal. Inside this bag are numbers, nothing more. Reach inside the bag, pick a number and then go to the duffle bag and find the corresponding bag or stuff with the number on it. When you retrieve the bag or items, you will see an index card with your instructions. Understand? Good. David, you're up." Day 1, Task 6: Needles Under Nails David reached into the bag, felt around and pulled out a folded piece of paper, unfolded it and saw "6" written on it. He held it up inquisitively. Aaron told him to pick out bag number 6 out of the duffle bag. David dug around, soaking in the other things he saw until he found a zip lock bag with the number 6 written on a piece of masking tape affixed to the bag. He took it out, opened it up and removed the index card. Aaron: "Read it out loud so everyone can hear." David: "Day 1, Task 6 ... Within this bag you will find 20 – 1" long sewing needles. You will insert each needle under the subject's finger and toe nails, pushing each completely under the nail and into his finger or toe, until the round head of the needle is buried up against the tip of the nail. The purpose of this task is to test the subject's pain endurance. No physical harm will come from this, but the pain will be intense." Josh chimed in: "Wow that's so cool." David looked through the bag, looking at each of the needles and replied: "Yeah, this is gonna suck for him." David worked his way over to Skyler and asked: "Did you hear that?" Skyler: "Yeah I heard. It's okay. You can do it. I know it'll hurt, but I want you to enjoy hurting this body. If I scream and cry, just ignore me and keep going. I'll try not to beg you to stop." Skyler says this as the pain in his swollen balls continues to dominate his senses. He also had a nice red rash on his stomach from the repeated punches. David: "Alright man." Since Skyler was crouched down due to his wide spread legs, his arms and hands were at a convenient height for this task. David approached Skyler's right hand and the other boys eagerly crowded around for the show. They were absolutely fixated on this unique experience. David removed one needle from the bag and examined it. He noticed every needle had a round, blue ball on one hand and the metal needle itself was one inch long and very thin with a pointy head. David grabbed hold of Skyler's index finger on his right hand and lined up the needle under Skyler's finger nail. David took this opportunity to examine Skyler's hand and fingers. His hand, like the rest of him, was skinny, tight skinned and very smooth. The digits themselves were normal length for a guy of 17 years and the nails themselves extended about 1/8 of an inch beyond the underlying flesh. David was impressed at how perfectly groomed the nails were. No signs of biting/chewing, no dangling hang nails and each nail was perfectly round. David finished his visual examination and prepared to insert the needle. He started to push into the sensitive flesh under the nail, just on the underside of the nail itself so the needle was actually visible under the translucent nail. Skyler immediately flexed his finger and succeeded in jarring David's hand away. Each boy laughed at David and Tyler, who was the last butt of ribbing, was quick to pipe up and call David a pussy. David responded with the required "fuck you" and quickly regained control of Skyler's hand with a needle dangling out of the index finger. He got a firm hold this time; that would not happen again. He continued his original task by pushing the needle further into Skyler's finger. By this time, Skyler was bucking, trying to free his hand and screaming at the top of his lungs. The pain was sharp and very intense, especially since it was so localized to such a small area. Skyler's head was also flopping back and forth in some desperate attempt to lessen the pure agony. David was undeterred and continued to push until the needle passed the entire length of the nail itself and he was now pushing with some force to continue the needle's journey into a hidden portion between the skin and the underlying bone. Skyler's pain continued to be exquisite and unrelenting. This red hot pain was unlike the dull, gut wrenching pain in his balls. This felt so much more like electricity being shot into his digit. Of course, he was powerless to do anything about it. Not that he really wanted to. He knew he needed to suffer. After about 30 seconds of effort, the needle was buried inside his index finger and the blue ball is all the remained visible. He let go of the damaged hand and Skyler immediately started flopping it around. The sight was actually pretty funny. Poor guy actually thought his meager responses could lessen his suffering. Not likely. David stood back a bit, admired his handy work and actually started to swell in confidence as he prided himself on the intense agony he caused his older cousin. This was so surreal and yet, once again, he started to get a hard on seeing Skyler abused. This time, however, his hard on was pushing straight down and was quickly becoming uncomfortable in his boxers. He needed to adjust his package, but didn't want to be obvious about it. But, he didn't really have a choice. His young erection wasn't behaving and demanded attention. So, in haste, David grabbed his cock and balls through his khakis and repositioned them so his stiffy pointed upwards as nature intended. This rapid action, of course, was not lost on the other boys. Tyler continued to taunt David: "Getting off on torturing your cousin, huh fag?" David turned bright red. Josh and Colin chuckled but didn't add to the insults. Aaron also noticed, but didn't feel like embarrassing his little cousin. Aaron: "Yeah yeah. Tell me you've never sprung wood. Okay David, now that your boy under control, get back to it." David brushed off the comment. David appreciated Aaron's deflection and got right back his task. Hard on still raging, he picked out a second needle, firmly grasped Skyler's hand and this time focused on his middle finger. As before, he positioned the head of the needle under the nail, against the flesh and began pushing, this time harder. It wasn't going to take him 30 seconds this time to fully insert the needle. Skyler's screaming and thrashing began again, but David's grip was doing the trick. After maybe 5 seconds, the task was complete. A small trickle of blood escaped the wound and flowed down the end of his finger. The familiar screaming from Skyler was present throughout the procedure and only died down sometime after the needle was completely inserted. Over the next 5 minutes, David completed his job of inserting 10 needles into Skyler's fingers. Skyler never stopped screaming and his voice was starting to become hoarse. He body was covered in sweat, not only from the pain, but also from the late morning sun beating down on his body. After the fingers were done, David took a step back and admired his work. He was impressed at the job he'd done and the other guys also stepped in to see the 10 multi- colored ends pressed against Skyler's nails. Most of his fingers also had small traces of blood near the wound. Aaron: "Good job dude. Time to finish the job!" David retrieved another needle, crouched down at his cousin's outstretched left leg and started on his big toe. David was getting so good at the procedure that the actual insertion took barely 5 seconds. He shoved the needle in fast and with sufficient force to complete the job. The next two toes didn't take long either, but the last two small toes presented a challenge. The needles were one-inch long and the toes were barely an inch long. This meant that Tyler had straighten the toes to ensure the needles didn't slip out the top of the skin. He was careful to ensure the needles remained completely inside his broken body. In another 5 minutes, David was done. All 20 needles were inserted, little trickles of blood evident and Skyler almost unable to talk from screaming so much. In fact, when David stood back and actually looked at Skyler's face, he saw a guy who was barely conscious, a little pale, sweating and generally in pretty bad shape. It's funny, sometime during the task, David drowned out Skyler's screaming and focused on the job. Now that he's looking at the result of his work, he started to feel a little bad for his cousin. Aaron picked up on this and stepped in. Aaron: "David, outstanding work. Just look at the piece of shit – 20 little needles and he's almost wiped out. I can see you look worried by how much you hurt him. Don't at all. Remember, he not only wants this, but he needs it. He came here today to suffer for you. Before we move on with the next task, remove the needles and let him bleed." David did as instructed and removed all 20 needles, watching as little trickles of blood escaped the wounds. He returned all 20 needles to the bag. Aaron: "Alright, while Skyler hangs there in misery, let's move on. Josh, you had the second loudest scream from Skyler, so you get to go next. Pick a number." Day 1, Task 3: Thorny Branch in Urethrae Josh eagerly reached into the bag and retrieved the number 3. He handed the number to Aaron, rather than heading straight to the duffle bag as previously instructed. Aaron: "Ah, yes. Three is quite nice. You'll only find an index card in the duffle bag for this one. You'll have to do a little hunting in the woods for the proper tool. Go ahead." Josh rummaged around in the bag and retrieved the index card with a large number 3 written on it. He read aloud: "Day 1, Task 3 ... you will search through the woods and find the thinnest branch covered in as many live thorns as possible. The branch must be perfectly straight. When you return, you will get the subject's cock hard and insert repeatedly insert the thorny branch into his urethra (piss hole). You will insert the branch all the way down, until it physically cannot go further. When you pull the branch out, you will twist it, ensuring the thorns cut the inside of his cock. You will repeat the procedure 10 times. The purpose of this task is to ruin the inside of the subject's cock." Josh couldn't believe what he just read. But, Aaron was there to provide just the right encouragement at the right time. Aaron: "This is actually the perfect one for Skyler. While you're out searching for the perfect thorn branch, Skyler can get back with it so he's nice and awake for what you will do to him. Alright, take off and actually the rest of you go with him. Help him find the perfect branch." Josh: "Sure." That about all he could come up with. He set off and the other three followed. While they were wondering the woods looking for a thorn bush, they chatted about what just happened to Skyler. They asked David if was like torturing his cousin. David replied that it was pretty cool and he actually couldn't wait to do it again. Josh was starting to gain his confidence again and was now searching in earnest for a thorn bush. It honestly wasn't a tough task since they were everywhere. Josh found one, sprinted towards it and carefully rummaged through the branches. After a minute, he found one he liked, carefully cut it off near the bottom and retrieved a 2-foot long branch covered in thorns. The other guys immediately laughed. Josh: "What?" David was still laughing: "Look at that thing! You'll never get that down his cock hole. It's fucking huge!" Josh looked down at the branch and he absolutely right. The branch was close to a half inch thick, and that's before the thorns started. He blushed up, threw it down in frustration and started again. This time, he was more careful before retrieving with the perfect branch. This one was less than 1/8" thick and had smaller thorns, but they would still do the trick. He showed the guys and they smiled in approval, still inwardly laughing at Josh's first attempt. The four walked back to Skyler and Aaron, where maybe 10 minutes elapsed. Aaron: "Let's see." Josh proudly displayed the branch and Aaron looked it over. The green branch was about 18" long and was covered in triangular, sharp barbs. Aaron gave a slight grin and told Josh he did a good job and this ought to hurt like a bitch. The boys looked at Skyler, who had regained some of his color and was aware of his surroundings again. Aaron: "Skyler, tell the guys how you feel." Skyler's voice was raspy from all the screaming and a lack of water: "Wow David, I've never had anything like that done to me. It hurt so bad and still does. So do my balls and arms and legs." He chuckled a bit and added "Hell, I hurt all over, but that's the point. Aaron told me what's next and I can't wait." Aaron: "You hear him. Josh, you get the distinct privilege of destroying a guy's dick from the inside. If you do it right, you'll rip apart the skin in his urethra and it might even get infected. But that honestly doesn't matter. So long as you do it well. And to do that, Skyler has to be rock hard ... and while he's sporting some wood, he isn't there yet. So you're going to have to fix that." Josh: "How?" Aaron: "What do you think? Jerk his cock until it gets hard!" Josh: "No way man; I'm not a fag like him." The other boys chuckled at Josh's predicament. Aaron: "Rubbing his cock doesn't make you a fag. You simply have to do it as part of your task. It's not sexual for you. It's prep work for your experiment." Josh wasn't convinced, but also really wanted to get this branch down Skyler's cock. So he thought about it and eventually decided to go through with it. He approached Skyler's stretched out body, kneeled down and carefully approached the subject. The other guys were very close by to watch this embarrassing bit of work Josh was preparing to do. Josh was trying to figure out how to get Skyler hard without touching him, but it wasn't to be. So, he just decided to get it over with and grabbed Skyler's cock and jerked as fast as he could. Colin busted up laughing and called Josh a fag. Josh retorted with a "fuck you" and continued his work. It honestly didn't take long for Skyler to bone up to full mast. Josh grabbed the foot-long thorny branch and positioned it at the tip of Skyler's piss slit. Not wasting any time, he started to push it down. The others boys were clearly interested in this task and gathered close. There was no lube to ease the insertion and Aaron didn't suggest it. Of course, Skyler didn't say anything either. The first inch went in without much trouble and the first triangular thorn held up forward progress. Josh pushed a couple more times, but it wasn't budging. Even though he was in pain, thirsty and starting to get a sun burn, Skyler was intently looking down at his helpless cock and the doom that awaited it. True to form, he didn't mind what lay ahead for his tool and a small part of him welcomed the destruction. Skyler knew having a man's cock wasn't right for him; he simply didn't deserve it. When he saw Josh running into trouble, he decided to offer some advice. Skyler in a raspy voice: "Hey, it's okay. Push as hard as you need to." Josh was annoyed at the comment and quipped: "No shit. What do you think I'm doing?" Aaron and the other boys chuckled at Josh's sudden sense of confidence. Perhaps Josh was starting to think of Skyler less as a person and more as a thing. Skyler continued, unphased: "Oh I know. I'm just saying, if it won't go in on its own, you can make the opening bigger." Josh stopped what he was doing and looked inquisitively at Skyler. Aaron: "So Josh, how would you do that?" Josh: "Um, I don't know." Aaron: "Sure you do. What's the one tool every good scout carries?" Josh: "A knife." Aaron: "Right. Use it." Josh: "What? Like cut his dick open?" Aaron: "That's right." Josh finally got it and was not why about trying out this clever idea. He retrieved the Leatherman from his belt and looked around for the perfect tool. He settled on the little saw. He locked it into position, grasped Skyler's cock with one hand and put the edge of the saw inside the piss slit and prepared to cut. Colin: "Holy shit, he's going to do it!" Tyler: "Hell yeah!" Josh smiled at the attention and started to saw. Within two short slicing motions, Josh split Skyler's piss slit wide open and blood freely flowed, covering Josh's fingers and running down Skyler's cock. Skyler grimaced and tried to recoil, but he somehow avoided screaming out. Not that it would have mattered. Skyler's voice was almost shot from a lack of fluids coating his throat. Tyler: "So fucking cool man. You rock!" Josh threw down the bloodied Leatherman on the ground, grasped Skyler's now softened cock and jacked it in earnest. Fortunately, the blood from Skyler's torn piss slit provided ample lube to cover the flesh. Despite the unnatural alteration Skyler's cock just received, it had no problem responding to the stimulation. Within no time, it was back at full mast, knowing full well what was about to happen to it. Josh retrieved the thorn branch and started over, without missing a beat. Josh was on a mission and some fleshy cock was not going to stand in his way. Josh noticed blood inside the urethra and this, too, acted as a natural lube, aiding in insertion. Once the first thorn reached the opening, it entered with ease. Josh was enthralled by the progress and kept shoving. As soon as the thorn made its trip down the urethra, it immediately scratched the interior causing Skyler to grimace and attempt to buck in his bonds. Obviously, his efforts were unsuccessful. Josh kept pushing until the next thorn reached the tip and he didn't hesitate. The entire branch was going into this dick, no matter what. Eventually, 10 thorns and nearly a foot of the branch were buried in the cock. By this time, Skyler had let a couple screams escape his faltering voice, responding to the deep cuts to the inside of his cock. It was impossible to tell if any new blood was coming from Skyler's dick since the recently enlarged opening was still bleeding. Nonetheless, Josh was very pleased with himself. He admired his handiwork and was quite impressed at the visual of a thorn branch sticking partially out of a torn up cock. It was just surreal. Aaron reminded Josh he needed to remove the branch to complete the first of 10 cycles. Josh absolutely knew what he was supposed to do, but he was soaking it in. Josh allowed himself a glance at Skyler's face to look for an expression. Skyler was doing his best to hide how much this new assault was hurting him and especially how the cumulative tortures were seriously grating on him. Josh paid it no matter and continued. Josh decided to rip the branch straight out, as fast as he could. He grasped a hold of the 6-8" protruding from the end of the cock opening and yanked with all his might. Skyler let out as loud of a yell as he could and threw back his head in pain. When the branch was out, the other boys rushed to Josh's side to visually inspect the instrument of torture. They saw blood covering the entire length of the branch and even noticed little chunks of skin attached to the thorns. Almost in unison, they let out a collective "coooool!" Aaron: "Great job Josh. You perfectly executed the first part of your task. You have blood; you have removed a little bit of the innards and you elicited a scream. Can't ask for anything more. Now, get on with it. Nine to go." While Skyler was still mentally out of it, thrashing his head about, Josh grasped a hold of Skyler's dick again, keenly aware that it was not as hard as before. He figured he would try inserting into a semi-hard cock. Josh did, and to his surprise, it worked quite well. He held Skyler's cock firm and shoved the thorny branch right down to the prostate and immediately withdrew it. Skyler screamed almost the whole time, but once again, Skyler's voice was weakening. Josh repeated the procedure 8 more times, sometimes twisting the branch on the way down and out, sometimes going quickly, other times taking time, all in a dual attempt to be creative and cause Skyler's cock the maximum amount of internal damage. By the time the task was complete, Josh's cock slit was releasing a steady stream of blood onto the ground below. The thorns were covered in little chunks of skin and all agreed Skyler's cock was likely torn to shreds from the inside. Aaron: "Josh, you did well, and therefore you get a bonus. Go to the duffel bag and retrieve the bag labeled '2 – Bonus'" Josh did was instructed and returned with a small Zip Lock bag with a bottle inside. He removed the contents and read it "Hot Sauce" Aaron: "This hot sauce will seriously add to Skyler's discomfort. Pour as much as you can into his piss slit. This is an add-on experiment designed to show you what happens when something hot reacts with sensitive internals. As bad as this may be, it's tame compared to what's in store for the subject." Skyler was conscious enough to know what was coming and braced himself for the assault, but also knew it was important his cock continue its suffering. Josh opened the small bottle, approached the completely limp cock and coaxed the remaining blood out, much like you would to a nearly-empty tube of toothpaste. Once complete, Josh quickly poured the contents into the enlarged opening, awaiting Skyler's reaction. And react Skyler did! Skyler again struggled in his bonds and screamed his voice into silence. This last attack on his body officially deprived Skyler of his ability to scream. Aaron: "Good job again Josh. What did you learn from this?" Josh: "I knew hot sauce was hot, but had no idea it could be so painful on the body." Aaron: "In this case, in the body. You technically put the hot sauce in him, not on him." Josh: "Yeah, I guess so. It was cool. Totally." Aaron chuckled: "Yes it was. Not only is his cock likely destroyed, but the hot sauce will continue to burn him until he either pisses it out or bleeds it out. We don't care which, so long as he continues to suffer. Alright, Josh your task is complete and you did well." Day 1, Task 5: Slice off Nipples Colin was jumping up and down, giddy as can be. He knew what was coming. Aaron: "You guessed it Colin, you're up. Reach in and pick a number." Josh was bouncing around so much, he had a hard time settling himself to pick a number, but eventually he did. He retrieved a 5. Aaron told him to retrieve an index card only from the duffle bag. He did and read it aloud: Colin: "Day 1, Task 5 ... you will torture then slice off the subject's nipples. You will place small pieces of medical tape over the wounds to prevent too much bleeding. The purpose of this task is to permanently deny the subject something important to him." Colin dropped the card and honed in right on the subject's chest: "Sweet man! How am I supposed to torture them first?" Aaron: "Any way you want. Since you're gonna cut them off, do anything you want." Colin looked around for implements of torture hook Josh chimed in: "Dude, use the gut hook on my Leatherman to poke through them and see how far you can pull them out." Colin: "Awesome!" Colin took Josh's Leatherman and extended the gut hook. It was a mean looking tool and certainly not designed for the upcoming task. However, it was likely to do the job. If a fish can't stand up to this tool, certainly some teen boy's nipples have no hope. Still suffering from the other torments his body has already endured, Skyler did the best he could to focus on Colin's preparations. He was both apprehensive and excited. His nipples provided him such pleasure over the years (and some needed pain), but he knew they would soon no longer be with him. Colin extended his left hand to the subject's right nipple, squeezed it tight and pulled it away from its home. With his right hand, Colin raised the hook to its target and pressed. To Colin's surprise, the pointy tip did not immediately penetrate the flesh. Instead, the nipple flesh just seemed to collapse. He tried different angles, more pressure and nothing seemed to work. When he pressed too hard, the nipple skin just slipped out of his fingers. Every now and then he was distracted by the subject wincing in pain as the sharp metal poked and prodded at his sensitive flesh. What eventually worked was pulling the nipple straight away from the body with pliers and then pushing the hook into the nipple. Once the flesh was penetrated, Skyler almost sighed in relief. He was suffering, but not the way he imagined. All that poking was truly annoying. Some blood flowed down the subject's right chest, but it surprisingly wasn't very much. Once the hook was through, Colin was able to start pulling. And pull he did. The subject's chest skin was so taught since he was so skinny that there was little room for stretching. Colin got the nipple maybe 6" away from its home. That was enough however to cause the subject to scream and thrash in pain. Colin ignored him. Aaron laughed: "Haha man that looks just like a Madonna cone tit!" The other boys looked on with blank faces. Clearly the imagery was lost on them. Aaron blew them off and continued: "Whatever. Okay you can pull its tit. Now see how much you can twist it!" Colin lit up. He had a purple nurple once, but this was going to a whole new level. He took the mutlitool and slowly started turning it, while keeping the skin pulled as far away as possible. He found keeping the pulling up was nearly impossible. As he was twisting, the nipple seemed to pull itself back home. It mattered not, it was having the desired effect. The subject was in pure misery, screaming, yelling and flopping around as much as his tight bonds would allow. After about 2 full turns, the nipple was right up against his chest and the whole scene looked totally weird to Colin. It was almost like looking at a fleshy corkscrew. The pain from this simple torment was unbelievable. Colin wasn't about to let up. He was going to make this task as awesome as possible! Colin quickly unwound the nipple mess and saw a mass of red skin before him. It was so beautiful. Colin was captivated at the control he had over this pile of flesh and he was totally eating up the experience. Over the next couple minutes, he twisted the nipple, held firmly by the metal hook, in both directions, seeing if he could outdo the previous 2 full revolutions. Poor Skyler was in total agony. His body was covered in sweat, his head flew back and forth as Colin slowly destroyed his right nipple. Eventually he tired of this and Aaron suggested it was time for the subject's right nipple to meet its violent end. Colin again pulled the nipple straight out from the subject's body, no twisting this time. Aaron handed Colin another multitool and unfolded the scissors. As he prepared, the other boys gathered close by to watch what was about to happen. They couldn't believe Colin was going through with this, but no one said anything. Colin, for his part, was totally in the part and was focused on his task. His left hand held the hooked nipple conveniently away from the subject's chest, while his right hand carefully grasped the multitool with extended scissors. He carefully examined the area to determine where he would cut. Aaron offered no advice, but was ready to step in if Colin stumbled. But, Colin was a trooper. He had a goal in mind. He would slice off the subject's entire right nipple and the ring of surrounding dark skin, but no more. He wanted a perfect cut. With tool in hand, he slowly moved the tool to its target. Skyler, by this time, was slightly clearing his head, looked down and tried to focus on what was happening. Pain aside, he really wanted to see the first part of his body being eviscerated. This is exactly what he wanted; he just needed to push aside the agony and regain enough mental acuity to witness the beginning of his physical destruction. The cold, metal blades of the tiny scissors made contact with the red, taught nipple flesh. Colin opened up the mouth of the scissors as wide and he could and pushed them against their target. Colin took a deep breath, steadied his hand, focused on the nipple, to the exclusion of everything else, and slowly closed the blades. The world slowed down both for Colin and Skyler. Skyler couldn't believe this moment was finally here. After all the years of wondering what his purpose was, to convincing Aaron to help him realize this day, culminating in his flesh about to be removed. It was ecstasy, pure ecstasy. For Colin, the moment froze because he couldn't believe he was actually doing something like this. It was so surreal. As the scissors did their job and cut the distended nipple flesh, Skyler didn't make a sound (he was in a completely different head space), the other boys stared without blinking and even breathing and Aaron looked on with pride. In all but two seconds, the nipple flew off the subject's chest, attached only by the hook of the first multitool. The rest of the subject's chest skin snapped back to its original position, with an obvious grotesque hole in its wake. This was the first time the boys saw the meaty flesh under the surface of human skin. While Skyler didn't have much meat on his bones, there was still some flesh there. It was lumpy, colored between white and red looked totally foreign to their young eyes. Colin, for his part, was staring at the now removed nipple. It looked so weird not attached to its former owner's body. He looked inquisitively at Aaron, asking his facial expressions only, what he should do with this lump of skin. Aaron: "Colin, awesome job. I couldn't have done that any better myself. Let me see it." Colin brought the hooked patch of skin forward to Aaron to inspect. Aaron touched and felt it. He was just as curious as everyone else what lay before him. "Tell you what, it belonged to the subject, give it back to him. Only this time, make him eat it." David: "Fucking sick man!" Josh: "Oh shit are you serious?" Aaron: "Yeah why not? Do it. Now" Colin started to think, but Aaron's quick demand cut off his mental processing. He didn't want to touch the flesh, so he approached the subject's head with the multitool in hand. Skyler's head was limp and resting on his chest. Colin lifted up the subject's head and was surprised to see his eyes wide open, looking at absolutely nothing. Colin figured he just passed out. No one really knew Skyler was in a place he had never been and few ever reach. Colin pushed the eviscerated body part into the subject's mouth and Skyler somehow had presence enough to pull the flesh off the hook and start eating it, the whole time neither blinking his eyes or giving any facial expressions. Within a few seconds, he swallowed and it was gone. The boys absolutely couldn't believe what was happening. This was so fucked up. Aaron: "Alright, well, that was excellent Colin. Good job. Um, yeah..." Aaron was at a loss for words as he stared at the subject and tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with him. Oh well. Fuck it. Aaron: "So Colin, one more to go. How are you gonna torture this one?" Colin: "Uhh, I dunno." Tyler: "Cut open his nipple, shove a fire cracker in there and blow it up." Colin: "haha yeah right." Josh: "How about burning it" Colin: "Eh, I dunno. What I did the first time was so much fun. I'm going to do that again." Aaron: "Not very imaginative, but it's your task. Do what you want." Colin wasted no time inserting the hook into the subject's left nipple. The assault on his body shook Skyler out of his trance and was fully back in the present screaming at the new pain. He also looked around as this nipple torture was underway to reorient himself. He quickly refocused. Within a minute of starting, Colin had the left nipple fully extended from the subject's chest, again, maybe 6" away. Colin: "Okay, this time I wanna try something new." When he reached the familiar point around 6" where the skin seemed to offer no more play, he didn't stop. He kept pulling. And pulling. He had a firm grip on the multitool, this time with both hands, as he slowly continued the stretching of poor Skyler's nipple flesh. By this time, Skyler was out of control with agony, screaming and yelling as he helplessly endured this horrible torture. Colin: "See, I want the hook to rip through his nip." Aaron: "Ahh, I see what you're doing. Very clever!" Colin managed to get about 8" away from the chest before the deed was done – in one rapid moment, the nipple split right in half and Colin almost fell on his ass. Skyler's whole body started shaking and perspiring anew as his left nipple underwent such a violent death. He, of course, continued to scream at the top of his lungs. The pain just wouldn't let up. Even though the damage was done, the intense pain continued to assault his body. Colin quickly got back up and stood right in front the subject's chest. He used his index finger and thumb to take one half of the former nipple in his delicate grasp. With his other hand, Colin similarly grasped the other nipple half. He pulled them apart, looking curiously underneath. The trauma he created was thorough. The nipple was destroyed, split cleanly in half. Colin wasted no time at all securing the scissors from the second multitool and holding the half nipple segment with his finger and thumb. He pulled the segment away from the subject's body an inch or so and quickly sliced it away from the body. Within seconds, the second half was also removed, leaving a decidedly less clean removal, compared to the right nipple. Skyler remained mentally conscious this time and never stopped screaming and thrashing about. He was so helpless, in so much pain. This time when Colin approached him to eat the nipple flesh, he didn't immediately comply. He honestly didn't recall eating the first one. Colin had to knee the subject in the balls before his mouth opened and he accepted his flesh. This time, the subject was not so robotic in consuming a part of himself. He had great difficulty mentally eating part of himself, even though the pieces were small and could honestly have been swallowed whole. But he did it. He had really no choice. This go around, also, was the pain racking his mind. The two areas where his nipples formerly lived were throbbing in severe pain. He couldn't hide the feelings and no amount of bucking against his rope bonds made things any easier. Aaron and the boys stood back and watched all this unfold – the subject trying to eat his flesh with looks of torment on his face; the obvious pain; the constant struggling; the red/white lumpy exposed flesh holes in his chest. The whole sight was something to behold. They did it. They severely fucked up this guy and none of them would ever be the same. With this task at its conclusion, Aaron handed Colin some dressing and bandaging and he applied it to the subject's thin chest. When all was done, the subject hung limp in his bonds. His body was taking a serious beating and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. Day 1, Task 7: Break Every Finger & Toe Aaron: "Tyler, it's your turn." Tyler eagerly grabbed his number and retrieved #7. He wasted no time in proceeding to the duffle bag. Rummaging around inside, he found a brown lunch bag, folded and stapled at the top with a large #7 written on the outside with a black marker. Tyler ripped the bag open and retrieved the index card. He read aloud. Tyler: "Day 1, Task 7 ... this task is remarkably simple yet will have a permanent effect on the subject. Inside the bag you will find a pair of large metal pliers. You will use the pliers to bend and break each of the subject's toes and fingers. Your goal is to fracture the joint closest to the end of the digit. The goal of this task is to render the subject's hands useless and his feet unable to support walking." Tyler: "Holy shit man! I get to break his bones. That is so cool." Aaron allowed a small smile to escape his lips. The boys were starting to really get into this. Aaron didn't need to prod Tyler or direct his actions. Tyler approached Skyler and looked him over, almost as a lab experiment. Tyler didn't bother to acknowledge Skyler or even look at him. Skyler was less concerned that the object before him was a person rather than an object to be abused. Skyler was weak, but heard what was about to happen and offered no visible signs of resistance. Tyler sat down at Skyler's feet and examined them carefully. Skyler wore size 11 shoes, had long, thin toes devoid of hair. The toes themselves were almost perfectly formed and were very clean. Skyler kept his toe nails neatly trimmed, with each extending approximately 1/8" beyond the flesh. While Tyler couldn't see it, the underside of Skyler's feet were also examples of near perfection. His souls and pads were pinkish and devoid of blemishes. To the rear, Skyler's Achilles tendons were thin and clearly defined around his ankles. After glancing at Skyler's feet, Tyler focused his attention on the victim's previously damaged toes. Dark, dried blood was visible under each toe nail and at their tips. Tyler chose the second toe on Skyler's right foot to grasp in his fingers and wiggle around. He was sizing up the toe to see what kind of resistance it offered and mostly what kind of effort he'd have to put into this task. Tyler grasped his metallic tool in hand and grasped the very same toe he has been manipulating. The eyes of the other boys grew in size as they stared at the scene about to unfold. Tyler positioned the hearty teeth of the pliers on the top and bottom sides of the vulnerable toe, carefully correcting the position for optimal placement. Tyler's goal was to capture just that portion of the toe from the tip to the first knuckle. Tyler grasped onto the handle and squeezed down, capturing the doomed toe in between the teeth. Once the toe was within Tyler's grasp, he held steady and started to pivot upwards, against the normal direction the toe normally moves. A toe is a hinge joint and moves in one direction, in this case down. Tyler was careful to only bend the portion of the toe from the tip to the first knuckle and not the entire toe. He did this due to the task's definition stating just the end should be broken. By bending the end of the toe in an upwards motion, Tyler met immediate resistance at the joint, but he continued to pull the pliers upwards while putting pressure on the rest of the toe to stay down. Even though Skyler was delirious and almost out of it, he involuntarily winced when his toe joint started to stress. He moved somewhat in his bonds, but not to the extent he did earlier. Tyler kept going and the other boys could see the results of the labor – a toe that was clearly not in the orientation it was supposed to be in. Tyler was feeling significant resistance in the joint, but didn't give up. He would conquer his task as prescribed. He kept pulling and pulling until, all of a sudden, the joint snapped and the end of Skyler's toe bent all the way under the inertia of Tyler's force. Tyler almost fell forward when the joint gave way, but he maintained his control. Skyler's head flew back and he let out a squeak of pain from his horse vocal cords, but otherwise didn't respond as he should from a guy who just had his toe forcibly fractured. Colin yelled out "Oh shit, cool man!" as Tyler put down the pliers and examined his work. He grasped the mangled toe between his fingers and moved it around. The toe itself was normal feeling, save for the imprints from the plier teeth, but it moved around more freely than it probably ever has. Since the joint was now broken, the poor toe lost its main piece of structural integrity. Satisfied with the results, Tyler moved on. He moved to the third toe on Skyler's right foot and repeated the process, fracturing the joint closest to the end of the toe. Armed with immense satisfaction and strengthening confidence at the nauseating sound of each crack, Tyler quickly moved to the next two small toes, easily breaking them. Skyler reacted with each break, but it was obvious he was slowly losing touch with reality. Tyler had only the big toe before each toe was fractured on Skyler's right foot. For this effort, Tyler got on one knee and grasped the pliers with both hands. He would use this stance to increase his advantage when attacking this big target. Skyler's big toe was nearly 3 inches in length and would provide a daunting challenge for sure. Tyler started in, placing the teeth of the pliers over the toe nail on the top side and on the fleshy part of the toe on the bottom side. He began his upward rotation of the big toe, but this time it wouldn't budge. He kept at it, twisting, pulling and even letting out a yell in one last ditch effort to get that stubborn toe to break. Tyler threw down the pliers in disgust, got up and walked away. The other boys laughed at Tyler's predicament, calling him a pussy and a sissy boy. Tyler's face flushed with anger at his failure and the harassments ushered in his direction. He looked pleadingly at Aaron for help. Aaron: "So, you ran into a problem. So did Josh and Colin." Aaron threw a glancing look at Josh and Colin, both of whom immediately ceased their chiding of Tyler. Aaron: "What are you gonna do about it?" Tyler: "Man, it's too strong. I can't break it." Aaron: "Perhaps not with the pliers; you have everything here at your disposal. So I ask you again, what are you going to do about it?" Hearing this encouraged Tyler. He looked around for tools that might help. He considered a Swiss Army Knife, but he didn't see how that would be useful. What he really needed was a way to break the knuckle bone itself. Once that's accomplished, he could move on and wiggle the end of the toe. Tyler suddenly perked up: "Wait, can I use the hammer?", referring to the hammer they used to drive in the tent stakes. It wasn't with them, but it was at camp. Aaron smiled: "I don't see why not. While the task said you are to use the metal pliers, it doesn't say you can't use other tools in your effort. Good thinking. Go get it." Tyler ran off and secured the hammer from the camp site. When he returned, he showed it Aaron, unconsciously seeking his approval. Aaron chuckled and nodded in the affirmative. The hammer was really a mallet, with a steel shaft, rubber handle and hard rubber head. While a steel head would be the most effective on bone, the hard rubber should suffice. Tyler knelt back down in front of a nearly-passed out Skyler and took position in front of his right foot. Tyler didn't even bother to look Skyler in the eyes. Tyler grasped the heavy mallet in his hand and took several practice swings. Tyler's thoughts reverted to what happened earlier. He completely missed punching Skyler in the balls and was rightfully ridiculed by everyone. He had no intention of letting that happen again. He would redeem himself. His aim, of course, was directly on the joint of the big toe on the subject's right foot. Once ready, he took a deep breath, steadied himself, lifted the hammer above his head and swung down with all his might. As fortune would have it, he missed his target yet again. Instead, he landed on two of the toes he already broke, further fracturing the area into even smaller bone fragments. Skyler let out a grunt and his body shook at the assault, but was otherwise motionless. Tyler yelled: "Fuuuuuuuck!" as he launched the mallet across the field. He got up and stormed away in the opposite direction. The others boys and even Aaron were dying of laughter. Colin and David actually fell to the ground laughing as Tyler managed to fuck up hitting Skyler yet again. As Tyler ran away, he heard the laughter behind him and continued to run until he could no longer hear them. He was in the woods, eventually surrounded by the sights and sounds of nature. Tyler was half pissed at himself and half embarrassed at having made an ass of himself – twice. He rapidly paced a small area of the woods, fists firmly planted on hips, kicking around small bits of nature on the ground. He tried to control his breathing and calm down, but it just wasn't taking. Eventually, after maybe 5 minutes, Aaron approached Tyler. Tyler turned away, not wanting to make eye contact. Aaron: "Listen man ... it's not as bad as you're making it. You may have missed the big toe, but you hit two others and you heard the crunching sound. That was awesome. Get back there and do it again until you get it right. Tyler: "No way. I sucked hard back there." Aaron approached Tyler, standing behind him: "Tyler, you will go back there. You will finish your task and you will stop acting like a pussy about it. This is your chance to redeem yourself. Stay here and the others will never let you forget it." Tyler slowly turned around, making eye contact with Aaron. But he didn't say anything. Aaron: "I sent the others after the mallet. They should have it by now. Let's go," extending his hand. Tyler looked down and didn't grab onto Aaron's hand, but succumb to his influence and started a slow walk back to their victim. As Tyler approached Skyler, he took a good look at the site before him. Skyler's spread out naked body looked horrible. He had dry blood from various places on his body; bruises were everywhere; his head hung down on his chest. He was truly a mess. However, Tyler didn't feel sympathy for Skyler. Tyler had completed his mental transformation and now saw Skyler only as an object. The other boys had long ceased their laughing and looked almost timidly at Tyler. Josh handed Tyler the mallet that they found after a search and no words were exchanged. Tyler turned to Skyler and looked down at his target – the large toe of the right foot. He slowly approached, kneeled down and reassumed the position he had only 15 minutes earlier. This time Tyler had no emotion on his face. It was pure concentration as he clutched the mallet in his right hand. He was desperately trying not to obsess about missing his next swing. He knew this was make or break for him, in the eyes of his friends. After all, Tyler was the eldest among the boys and he had to maintain his confidence. Eventually Tyler was ready. He slowly raised the mallet above his head, held it there for a few moments, took another deep breath, slowly let it out and lowered the mallet with all his mite. Somehow, fortune was in his favor. The mallet's unforgiving surface landed squarely atop Skyler's big right toe, shattering it under the pressure. Not only did Skyler unleash his scream, but Tyler leapt up, throwing his hands in the air, screaming in celebration. Tyler was so proud of himself he was unable to contain himself. Aaron: "Good job. Now, that one foot took about 20 minutes. Time to move this along. We have more tasks to perform." Tyler: "Yeah yeah. But you gotta admit, that was awesome!" Aaron smiled and other boys actually congratulated Tyler. Perhaps they were starting to pull for one another. Tyler moved to the subject's left foot and, full of confidence, decided to start on his big toe. He wasted no time at all in swinging the mallet onto the big left toe, again shattering the bones up to and including the first knuckle. With a solid sense of self-confidence, Tyler asked Aaron if he could use the mallet for all toes, foregoing the pliers altogether. Aaron gave his approval and Tyler made quick work of the remaining toes on Skyler's left foot, effectively fracturing each one. Once this half of the task was complete, Skyler would likely be unable to support his own weight and walk again, certainly for a while. Tyler stood up and approached the raised left hand of the subject. The hand itself was cool to the touch, presumably from an inadequate oxygen supply either brought on by the tight binding or by the body's natural instinct to shunt body away from unnecessary organs and towards the more vital ones. After all, Skyler's body was being subjected to traumas that the body needed to react to. Tyler wiggled the subject's fingers and quickly realized that a mallet would not be useful for this half of the task. The hands themselves were suspended horizontally, tied to adjoining trees. There was no surface upon which to bash in the fingers. So, he ditched the mallet and grabbed the pliers. He took the end of the pinky finger into the grasp of the pliers, again securing just the portion of the digit from the first knuckle to the tip. With a firm grip in place, Tyler started to bend the end of the digit in the opposite direction nature intended. At this point, Skyler didn't respond to this comparatively mild invasion and just hung there. As Tyler continued the upward bend, he applied enough pressure for the knuckle to snap and fracture. Tyler was applying so much forward pressure, he continued his forward momentum when the bone gave way. He landed in the rope tying the subject's hands to the tree. He quickly regained his balance and before the other boys could chuckle too much, he resumed his work on the remaining digits of Skyler's left hand. After Tyler broke each one, he found it irresistible to wiggle the end of each digit in its very unnatural manner. Skyler was almost completely unconscious at this point and only let out grunts with each fracture and when Tyler wiggled the fractured digits. Tyler ignored the left thumb for now and proceeded to the subject's right hand to break the four smaller digits. Tyler made quick work of those fingers and was becoming quite the expert at breaking poor Skyler's bones. However, the two thumbs remained. They presented Tyler the same complication as did the big goes. The pliers themselves simply weren't enough of a tool to do the job. He needed something more. Obviously the mallet was useless (Tyler didn't even think about untying the subject) so he needed to find another tool to aide in the final two digits. Tyler looked around truly lost this time. He couldn't figure out how in the world to destroy those two thumbs. Swinging a mallet through the air wouldn't work. He didn't even try the pliers; he knew they wouldn't do the trick. What else could he use? He looked expectedly into everyone's eyes, hoping they'd chime in with a suggestion. His friends collectively shrugged their shoulders and Aaron offered no advice this time. Tyler: "Okay, what the fuck. I have no idea how to break his thumbs." Aaron: "Oh come on Tyler. You're the oldest guy here. You've been in scouts the longest and you're smart. You can figure this out." Tyler: "I know. I know. I just can't come up with anything. I know I need to crush them but swinging the mallet won't work; they thumbs will just flop around. The pliers are too small. What's left?" Aaron: "Why are the pliers too small?" Tyler: "Cause I can't get a good enough grip to bend his thumb backwards." Aaron: "If you read your task card carefully, it says the goal is to fracture the joint closest to the end. While the card suggested you could bend the digit backwards, you don't have to. You just have to break the joint." Tyler: "So how do I do that?" Aaron: "You tell me. What are some ways to break a bone?" Josh spoke up this time: "Snap it." Aaron: "Good. What else?" David: "Hitting it hard until it break?" Aaron: "Okay, not bad. What else?" Colin: "What about crushing it? Like in a vice?" Aaron: "Aahh, that's what I was looking for. Very good. Given what's here, how can Tyler do that?" Colin: "I don't know, maybe crush the bone with the pliers?" Aaron: "What do you think Tyler? Do you have the strength?" Tyler: "Of course I do!" and leapt up to the subject's right thumb and placed the teeth of the pliers over the knuckle and began squeezing with all his might. The knuckle was resilient that's for sure. He didn't think he was making any progress. The bone is solid after all, so it's not going to give. Tyler kept bearing down, this time with both hands grasping the tool, , at one point almost leaping off the ground. Finally, after what seemed like a minute, Tyler heard a crunch and the knuckle bone gave way. It finally cracked under the pressure and again Tyler was elated. Without a moment's hesitation, he proceeded to the other thumb and started in. He was eager to complete this task. It was almost too much work! After another minute or so, the left thumb was also broken and Tyler's task was complete. All 20 fingers and toes were broken. Skyler was a mess and, in addition to not being able to walk, he certainly couldn't use his fingers in this condition. They were all fractured and even if they healed, they would likely be of no use to him. Skyler was truly a sight to see. No human should have to suffer this much genuine torture, but Skyler understood what he was getting into and the boys were certainly enjoying their efforts. Unfortunately for Skyler (or perhaps fortunately), there was much more abuse to come. However, for now, it was time for him to regain some strength so he could be awake for the journey. Aaron: "Awesome job Tyler. Now, each of you has completed one task. You each have one more before we finish today." The boy's eyes grew wide with anticipation. Intermission Aaron: "That's right. You each get to fuck him up even more today. But, look at the subject. He's out of it. He was almost completely unresponsive during Tyler's task. That's simply no good. He needs to be awake, responsive and feeling the pain. After all, he's here to suffer and he can't suffer if he's out of it. Colin, bring my bag of smelling salts." Colin hurried to the duffle bag and returned with a clear zip lock bag with "Smelling Salts" written on masking tape. He handed the bag to Aaron. Aaron: "No Colin .. you do it. Take out the bottle and carefully use the eye dropper to extract some fluid and put it on a cotton ball and rub it under the subject's nose. Keep it away from you." Colin carefully did as instructed as the other boys gathered around to watch. Although, with Aaron's warning, they kept a safe distance. They had never seen smelling salts before and didn't know what affect it would have if they accidently got some on themselves. Colin dropped some fluid on the cotton ball and, arm fully extended, held it underneath Skyler's nose. After a couple snorts, Skyler's head flew from side to side and his eyes opened up, almost as if he was recovering from a dream. He looked as if he was unsure where he was or what even was happening to him. Skyler looked around, eyes blood shot red and took stock of his situation. As his mind started to clear, he immediately felt sharp pains emanating from various places on his body and dull pains from the rest. Skyler saw his arms outstretched, figured out he was naked and spread eagle in the middle of nowhere. For a few seconds, he couldn't figure out why he was there, but it quickly came back to him. He was in the middle of the woods, being tortured by these 4 boys in ways he didn't think possible. As he scanned his broken 17-year-old body, he saw and felt the trauma on the ends of his fingers and toes and on his chest, where his flat nipples once resided. His cock and balls throbbed from repeated violations and his stomach even still hurt from earlier abuse. He could barely feel his arms and legs as they have been in a constant state of stretching for hours. His naked skin burned from sun exposure. He looked at Aaron and tried to speak, but quickly discovered he had no voice. He instinctively thought the boys had cut his vocal cords, but remembered all the screaming he had done and perhaps that was the reason. Whatever the reason, his mouth was bone dry and he desperately wanted something to drink. He tried to whisper. Skyler: "How long was I out?" None of them could hear him and as the boys naturally walked closer to Skyler so they could hear him, but Aaron held them back. Aaron: "No. Stay back. At this point, we don't care what the subject has to say. He's had his chance and now he's just an object to be experimented on. You (pointing to Skyler) don't say another word. Nod if you understand." Skyler slowly nodded. Aaron: "Good. Now that he's awake, let's head back to the camp site and let the subject recover some of his strength." Colin: "Should we give him something to drink?" Aaron: "Absolutely not. He can survive a couple days at least without water. He's only been here a few hours. Plus, we don't want to make it easier on him. He's here of his free will to suffer at your hands. He knows what he's doing. Remember, he's the one who wrote the tasks. Understand?" Colin nodded in agreement. The boys took a last glance at Skyler and they walked back to the camp site. While there, the guys started a fire, cooked some hot dogs and ate some chips. While all this was going on, the boys didn't say much. Aaron decided it was time to take on the 800 lb guerilla in the room. Aaron: "So, it's been a few hours since our subject arrived and you've each done an amazing job at carrying out your tasks. You know he came here of his own free will and wants, no ... needs, to be horribly tortured. So, let's talk about it. David, you first." David looked around, expressionless, and spoke: "It's hard to believe we're doing that to our cousin. I mean shoving those needles under his nails was really cool, but, you know..." Aaron: "Do you feel bad about what you're doing?" David: "I don't know. A little." Tyler: "You pussy. You heard him. He's here cause he wants to be. He wants these things done to him; hell, he came up with everything we did to him. He needs it." Tyler looked at Aaron as if he were seeking approval. Aaron: "It's true; he ceased becoming our cousin and a person when we tied him to the trees. He's nothing but an experiment now. His body is yours to use and abuse. Keep going Tyler." Tyler: "This is frickin' awesome. I can't believe we're doing this! I can't wait to go back." Aaron: "Well hang tight bud; we'll get back there soon enough. Colin, what do you think?" Colin: "It was so awesome ripping his nipples off. Just awesome man." Aaron: "Any regrets?" Colin: "No way." Aaron: "Good. Josh, what about you?" Josh: "My task was cool. I liked cutting his cock head open. Lots a blood. And yeah, he asked me to do it, so he totally wants what we're doing to him. Before you ask, no regrets. Let's keep going." Aaron smiled. "Excellent guys. So, up to this point you've tied him, beat him, and destroyed his cock, nipples, fingers and toes. There's so much more to this subject's body and I know you'll do well at this afternoon's task. For now, however, eat up and cool off in the lake." The boys did as instructed and spent the next hour frolicking in the water, almost forgetting what they had done all morning. When they finished, they came back to camp and Aaron told them this afternoon's tasks might be strenuous so they should stay in just their swim trunks. Without a thought, they complied. It was now after 1 p.m. and the boys were full of energy, almost bubbling over with anticipation. Tyler: "Shake it old man. Let's get back to it," laughing as he directed it towards Aaron. Aaron chuckled and started the walk back to the subject. The others cheerfully followed. They approached Skyler who was still cruelly spread out between the trees. He looked horrible. The early afternoon sun, increasing humidity and lack of water were taking their toll on Skyler. His lips were dry and cracked. His skin was turning a dark red from the direct sun contact, even though the trees periodically obscured some of the sun's stinking rays. Skyler was still cooking. His limbs, especially the ends of his digits, were disgusting messes of torn and mangled flesh and bone. Skyler himself managed to stay awake during the hour and a half lunch, chat and swim and started to regain some of his cognitive and orientation senses. He slowly put together the pieces of where he was, why he was here and pieces of what he had been subjected to. Skyler prepared, unconsciously, for years for this day. Somehow he always knew he was destined for this kind of experience and the true horrors of it were worse than he ever imagined in his dreams. He was unsure how he survived this long, how his body endured so much torture and agony and how he could possibly endure any longer. While his brain attempted to block out the constant pain he was in, he quietly asked himself if he should try to get out of this somehow ... perhaps beg, plead with Aaron to call it off. They were cousins after all and Aaron wouldn't really follow through to the end, would he? Skyler played this scenario in his mind for a couple minutes and then realized it was not only useless, but it would betray what he really was. He was here to serve as a no-limits object of exploration, experimentation, torture and brutal destruction and by god, he was going to see it through. As he slowly convinced himself, he gained some strength and again let his mind wander to year's past and how he ended up in his most unlikely of circumstances. All those years of degradation and abuse truly shaped Skyler into the worthless thing he knew he was. His destiny could be nothing other than what was happening right now. In fact, so few people, Skyler pondered, actually get to see their destinies fulfilled and he was one of the lucky ones. He was getting what he craved, what he deserved, what he needed. Nothing short of seeing this through to the end would do. He knew things would get far worse for him and there was no backing out. He knew what lay ahead for him, even if the boys didn't. He would be strong for the boys. He would encourage them with whatever strength he had remaining. Skyler's self-reflection was interrupted as the boys and Aaron returned. Tyler: "Jesus fucking Christ! We did that to him!?" Aaron: "Yep, you guys did a good job." Aaron gazed at Skyler, attempting to give a non-verbal command to ensure Skyler kept his mouth shut. Not that it would work anyway. Skyler's voice was shot and the lack of water added to the likelihood that Skyler couldn't utter a syllable even if he tried. Aaron: "Okay, it's time to start back up." It was 1:45 p.m., the sun was high overhead, it was hazy and humid and the shirtless boys' skins were glistening in the environment. Skyler was also sweating, but perhaps not as much as earlier. Day 1, Task 1: Whipping Aaron: "Alright David, it's your turn again. I know it's been a few hours, but remember how this game is played?" David chuckled and walked to the bag and retrieved number 1. He knew what to do and retrieved bag number 1 from the oversized duffle bag. Inside the folded up brown grocery bag was a long whip and an index card. He read it aloud. David: "Day 1, Task 1 ... You will use the bull whip to tear apart the subject's back, ass, chest and stomach. The purpose of this task is to ensure the subject's entire backside and front side, above the legs, cock and balls, are cut up and bleeding. The cuts must be deep and cruel." David: "Sweet man! I get to be Indiana Jones. Where's my hat?" Aaron: "No hat, dude, but I suggest you learn how to use that whip. You can easily tear yourself up if you're not careful." Hearing that, the other 3 boys stood back as David uncurled the whip and examined it. It was made of tightly-braided strands of black leather, looked to be about 10 feet long and had little shards of metal sewn into the last 3 feet of the whip. As David looked and felt inquisitively at the metal fragments, Aaron spoke up. Aaron: "I see you found the surprise. Those little metal pieces are designed to cut into the skin, even deeper than the leather whip would do on its own. You'll notice the metal pieces aren't nice and round, but rather are jagged and sharp. This will ensure entire chunks of skin and flesh are torn from the subject's body. The kind of damage you do here will be permanent and very bloody and messy. You sure you're up for it?" Tyler: "Aw man, why does he always get the cool tasks? I wanna tear him apart!!" Aaron: "Luck of the draw man. You may get a cool task too. We're not done with the subject by a long shot. So?," looking back at David. David: "Oh yeah, I can do it. Soooooo cool." David held the whip by the handle and sized it up. It was an easy grip but he had no idea what he was doing. He gently thrashed it about, recalling various scenes from movies. Aaron warned him again to be extremely careful because the whip and those metal barbs could tear him apart just as easily as they will the subject. David spent several minutes practicing his swing and, of course, the snap he ultimately wanted to hear as the tip of the whip broke the sound barrier. The boys, nor Aaron for that matter, knew the tip and resulting audible crack travelled at several hundred miles an hour and created a mini sonic boom. They just knew that's how the whip was supposed to sound. Neither did any of them know that a properly swung whip could fracture bones. Of course none of that would be happening with this task, given David's complete naivety with whips. Finally, David was ready. He mistakenly looked into Skyler's eyes and for a fleeting moment felt sorry for him, so he repositioned to behind Skyler and started on his back. He judged the appropriate distance between Skyler's back and his stance and, without any fanfare, let the first crack fly. David missed horribly and his friends laughed right on cue. David ignored him since today was certainly the day for each of them giving one another shit for their little fuck-ups. David tried again and landed a fairly soft blow on Skyler's back and a couple of the barbs actually stuck in his back. David froze with the whip handle in hand and didn't know what to do. He looked expectedly at Aaron. Aaron: "Come on. You know what to do. Pull it out. Now!!" David did as instructed and yanked hard on the whip's handle, dislodging the metal fragments from the subject's back, tearing out little chunks of flesh along the way. The bleeding started right away, as did Skyler's jostling in his tight bonds. Skyler also let out low moans, but didn't let out a full scream. He knew something bad happened to his back and presumed he lost some flesh. He presumed correct. David pulled the whip close and looked for anything attached to the end of the whip. Indeed there were small amounts of flesh and skin attached to two metal fragments. He was fascinated by this and actually started to touch them with his finger, despite the fact that they were bloody. Seeing this, the other boys joined in and Aaron let them. After all, experimentation was the purpose of today's event (or so goes the story). Josh: "Wow man, that is so cool." Tyler: "No shit. It feels like raw fish," as he pushed on the eviscerated flesh fragment. Each boy took a turn examining the flesh formerly attached to Skyler and David spoke up: "Alright, I'm going back in." The boys backed up again, keen now to not have any part of that whip touch them. David got back into position and let the bullwhip swing over his head once again and land on the back of the subject. Once again the metal fragments stuck in the back and David quickly pulled the whip lose. More chunks removed from Skyler's back. More moans and a wisp of a dry scream followed. David kept this up and after a couple more hits, he managed to swing hard enough that the whip not only landed on its target, but the whip cut into the flesh and released itself in one swing. David was very proud of himself and kept at it. After only 10 strokes, the subject's back literally looked like ground up hamburger. It was a bloody torn up disgusting mess of flesh, skin, muscle and tissue. Aaron: "Okay man, that's enough on the back. You need to get his ass now. That means adjusting your swing." David understood and realized that swinging overhead wasn't going to work. The bullwhip would just land once again on the top of the subject's back. So, he tried a couple horizontal strikes in midair to see what affect that might have. Much to his dismay, he failed miserably and the tail of the whip came all the way back around and hit him, right in the left shoulder. One of the metal fragments landed right in his bicep and he screamed like a baby. He panicked, started running around screaming "take it out, take it out!" Aaron yelled as authoritatively as he could: "HEY! STOP RUNNING! AND SETTLE THE FUCK DOWN!!" David did but was visibly shaken, bouncing up and down on his naked feet. Of course, being shirtless, everyone got a good look at the predicament. The boys wouldn't miss this and stared with wide eyes at David's misfortune. Blood was starting to slowly escape from the puncture site and trickle down his arm. Aaron approached David and slowly manipulated the metal fragment from its location. It came out with ease and, unlike a barb on the end of a fish hook, it didn't have some design that would cause more damage on the way out. Aaron instructed Josh to get the first aid kit from the truck and when Josh returned with it, Aaron cleaned the minor wound and patched him up. As all this was going on, Skyler wearily looked on as these 5 people were focusing on an incredibly insignificant injury when he just knew his back was torn to shreds and would never recover. He was panting from the pain and exertion of fighting against his bonds. His back felt like a million needle points were constantly jabbing him and he couldn't escape it. His nerves betrayed him and focused so much pain on an already battered body. It didn't take long before the flies showed up and landed on his back, eager for a free meal. Skyler couldn't shake them loose. He accepted it before too long. Aaron just watched as his broken, bleeding body hung on full display, waiting for the next wave of torturous treatment. Aaron: "This goes to show you how dangerous these tasks can be. This was a very minor wound to an unvital location on David. It'll heal in a few days. But look at the subject's back." They walked behind Skyler and surveyed the damage." Aaron: "See how fragile the human body is. Ten lashes with a whip destroyed this subject's once smooth, blemish-free back. Now it's ruined forever. I would say, perfected. I'm sure the subject has been craving his back flesh to be freed like this forever. And you made it happen. Good job David. Now, you have much more to do." David knew what he had to do. He needed to whip the subject's ass without hurting himself. The sideways swing didn't work. Nor did the overhead. But then he thought of something. He got down on his knees and carefully positioned himself so a full-force swing would only land the farthest 6-12" of the bullwhip on the subject's ass. David tried this a few times and actually managed to have success with this technique. Over the next few minutes, 10 more well placed strokes also rendered the subject's ass into an unrecognizable mess of torn flesh. Aaron passed out sometime during this and hung limp by the end. As it turned out, blood was starting to freely drip on the ground. None of the boys realized the concern with this development, but Aaron did. Aaron: "Okay, notice the subject passed out. It was probably from the pain, but it could also be from blood loss. We can't let the subject bleed or else he'll die on us. And we have far too much in store for him to let that happen. So we have to stop the bleeding. Normally I'd ask you if you have any ideas, but time is limited, so I'll tell you what we're going to do. We're going to clean his wounds and wrap his back and ass. Josh, come here." Josh returned with the first aid kit, assuming that's what Aaron wanted. Aaron: "Good. Tyler, bring back a bucket of water from the pond. Hurry." Over the next 15 minutes, the boys cleaned and dressed Skyler's wounds. Normally you would wrap bandages around the torso to hold the gauze in place. However, Aaron knew the boys still had work to do on the subject's front side, so they taped gauze in place. When complete, Skyler's entire back side and ass looked like a white sheet. Skyler never regained consciousness during this effort, an observation that was starting to worry Aaron. Aaron approached Skyler's front side and grabbed his wrist, carefully feeling for a pulse. The boys were scouts and knew exactly what Aaron was doing and they threw down the sticks looking intently for the results of Aaron's assessment. Aaron: "He's alive, but his heart rate is very fast. That doesn't bode well for the subject. That task was more brutal than his broken body could handle. I'm not sure he'll survive the second half of the task performed on his front side." The boys grew quiet. For some reason, they hadn't equated what they had been doing all day with the final outcome – the death of their subject. Their faces went expressionless and David started to turn white. David quietly and cautiously let the words escape his mouth that were on everyone's mind: "We're not going to ... you know ... are we?" Aaron: "Well, as a matter of fact we are. That's why he's here. He knew it coming here and that's why he's letting you do all these things to him. He knows he's going to die and he figured this was the best way to go. In some fucked up way, he feels fulfilled by this." Everyone stared at Skyler, hanging there like a barely- human form, looking for some expression from his face, which didn't come since his head hung motionless on his chest. The mood among the boys changed instantly. Throughout the day, the boys grew accustomed to treating Skyler like an object. Now, after hearing the grim truth, they saw the slightly older boy who hung before them, unconscious and brutally destroyed. Aaron could cut the silence with a knife. Aaron: "Listen. This is the whole reason Skyler showed up today. He came here for this one purpose. I'll say this as clearly as I can. He (definitively pointing to the unconscious Skyler) came here to be brutally tortured and killed. It's what he wants; it's what he needs. Why do you think he's been so cooperative? Do you think any normal person would let you do this to his body? Trust me, he's been planning this for a long time. David trembled and his voice quivered: "We're gonna get in so much trouble." Aaron: "Listen up all of you ... I told you this before and I'll repeat it again. No one knows what's going on here. No one knows he's here. And I know none of you will talk. We'll make a pact. A brotherhood pact we'll keep with us the rest of our lives. Got it?" Aaron looked around and watched as each boy gave a timid nod in agreement. Aaron: "Good. Now I think it's time to call this task done. The subject can't take any more, especially on his front side. Which is truly too bad cause you know how cool his back looked. His chest would have been gorgeous if you did the same to it. Oh well. Colin – get those smelling salts back on him." Colin repeated the process from before and, like last time, Skyler snapped awake, perhaps more delirious than before. His back and ass were absolutely on fire and he could no longer feel his limbs. They were beyond numb. Aaron also had another change of heart. Aaron: "I'm going to change one of the rules – you guys are doing such a great job experimenting on the subject that it's having a profound effect on his body. He's gonna have a tough time enduring more but he must. Josh, give him a long drink of your canteen. Let him drink as much as he can. This should give him strength to keep going." Josh did as he was told and cautiously approached the wretched subject tied before him. Skyler made eye contact with young Josh, but said nothing. Not that he really could. His voice was shot from so much screaming. Josh could smell the fresh and dried blood on Skyler's body; he could smell the stench of sweat and fear. Josh raised the canteen to Skyler's chapped and sun-soaked lips and Skyler almost spit out the first; his mouth and throat were too dry to swallow. He swished some more water in his mouth and eventually started to swallow. And once he started, he didn't stop till the canteen was empty. Skyler had an unsatisfied look on his suddenly- renewed face and Aaron nodded towards Tyler. Without speaking, Tyler nearly emptied his canteen into Skyler's waiting mouth. The water did even more than Aaron expected. Skyler's attention returned as did his heightened senses. He pulled against his bonds, he groaned in continuous, dull agony. He all but ignored the scorching sun and high humidity raining down on his body. All Skyler's brain could process was how much his nerve endings were telling his brain what to think and how to react. He didn't become hysterical like the times he was locked in the chest at the hands of his little sister. This time it was just pain. Everyone watched as Skyler struggled and whimpered. Aaron knew he needed to get the boys away. Aaron: "I know we were just there, but let's head back to the camp. He's getting his strength back and we will wait a while before returning." The gang hung around at the camp site, throwing the football, chasing and tackling each other and every now and then stealing a quick glance in Skyler's direction. Aaron watched the boys trying to read their reactions and interest in continuing. After 45 minutes or so, Aaron left the boys and proceeded to Skyler. The boys stopped playing and intently stared to see what was happening. All they saw was Aaron standing in front of Skyler, perhaps talking to him. They could make out no sounds or words from their distance. After a few minutes, Aaron returned and each boy waited to hear what was up. Aaron gathered them around the camp site. Aaron: "I spoke with the subject and he's doing okay. He's hurting a lot cause you've done such an awesome job so far. He's totally up for more and wants you to come back. As much as you've done to him, he needs more. He craves this more than you know. He wants you to see this through to the end. So let's hit it." Day 1, Task 4: Rip out Finger, Toe Nails Aaron led the boys back to the subject and each of them looked at Skyler's face and eyes to see some corroboration of what Aaron just said. Skyler spoke up. Skyler's voice was labored and his words were slow, but he got his point across: "Hey guys. I'm glad you came back. You've done such an awesome job on me so far. I'm a mess. I can't see what you did to my back, but David, I can tell you nailed it." David smiled but said nothing. The boys were fixated on Skyler's words. Skyler: "You have no idea how much I hurt. It's taking every bit of concentration I have to talk to you, but I want you to hear it from me – please go on. Keep tearing me apart. Be as cruel as you can. Aaron told me you know I wrote the tasks, so you know how much I want this. Please make my last bit of time here memorable. Fuck me up so bad guys. Make me hurt in ways that are truly unimaginable." Skyler looked at each boy and called out his name inquisitively. "David?" "Yeah, I understand." "Tyler?" "Yeah, I'm still in." "Colin?" "Sure, I'm game." "Josh?" "Yep" Skyler: "Okay good. Now, this is the last time I'm going to talk to you. My body is in your very capable hands from here on. Now David – I understand you didn't get to complete your last task, so I have a favor to ask you. To ensure I can't talk any more, I want you to cut my tongue out. I know you're not a great woodsman, but that's okay. Do this for me cuz." David's face went white and goose bumps raised on his skin. It was one thing to perform all these tasks on a person they'd come to know as a subject, but following instructions straight from his older cousin hanging so helplessly before him was something different. He knew this had to be what he and Aaron were just talking about. Aaron must have put Skyler up to this. If he was on board with doing this to his own cousin, surely the other boys would be fully back on board. Aaron: "You heard him David. Do it." David: "Alright, I will." David asked Josh for his Leatherman and stepped up to his cousin's helpless body. Skyler whispered to his little cousin: "Thank you David. Thank you." Skyler formed a small, reassuring smile on his face. David extended the straight knife on the Leatherman. It measured maybe 3" long and about ½" at its widest point. Skyler did his part and lowered his head as much as possible and opened his mouth as wide as he could manage. David examined the interior of Skyler's oral cavity, taking in detail as never before. He inserted his fingers into Skyler's mouth, grasping a hold of his slimy tongue and moving it around to get a good look at all sides of the tough structure. He saw this little razor thin piece of skin on the bottom of the tongue which appeared to partially hold it in place. He didn't know why it was there, but it was restricting movement and would be his first cut. He then tried to figure out how to yank on the tongue and pull it out of his mouth, but the slick surface offered no good way to grab hold. David whispered mostly to himself but loud enough for all to hear: "If you had a ring in your tongue, I could pull with that." David jumped as he realized Tyler was right over his shoulder: "So shove a nail or something through there." David: "Yeah, that could work. I've got to get this pulled as far out as possible and cut as far back as possible." Tyler got right next to David and joined in the planning. Tyler: "So you're gonna cut that thing first?" David: "Yeah it seems to be holding the tongue down. No clue what it's for." Tyler: "Good call. Then shove something through the end of his tongue and pull. Actually I'll pull for you so you can get in there and cut." David: "Sweet." Aaron was smiling in the background – not only that David was getting back into this, but that another boy joined in to help. There was no turning back now. While they boys worked, Skyler went to his first aid bag and retrieved some more gauze. David looked at his older cousin one last time and winked. Skyler tried to smile but it was tough with his mouth hanging wide open. David carefully maneuvered the knife into place and Skyler assisted by raising his tongue to the top of his mouth, exposing the frenum (not that the boys had any idea this was the name for it). David took a deep breath as he saw Tyler's face firmly planted no more than a foot away from the action. In one swift, effortless motion, David sliced through the frenum and it separated. Blood started to flow into the bottom of Skyler's mouth, but not nearly as much as was about to come. When the deed was complete, Skyler lowered his head and allows the blood to trickle onto the ground. He gave an approving nod to David. Aaron: "Awesome job David. Now finish it." David, Tyler and the other two boys searched for a nail to put in Skyler's tongue, but couldn't find one. Josh looked through his Leatherman and found a suitable replacement. The same metal curved hook-looking tool that Colin used. This time Colin and Josh joined Tyler and the four of them discussed the plan and they carried it out. Tyler wanted to ensure Skyler wouldn't close his mouth, so they found fat sticks that they cut to short stubs to place in the back of his mouth, in between the molars. Tyler shoved them in place, forcing Skyler's mouth painfully wide open. No objection came from the host. Josh and Colin worked the metal hook of Colin's Leatherman through the tip of Skyler's tongue. It was a little tough to puncture the meaty organ, but their tenacity paid off. This turned out to be even better than the nail since the tool was attached to the Leatherman and it was the perfect handle for pulling tight. Colin pulled the tool and the tongue, free of its former bond, came along for the ride. Colin was amazed at how far the organ came out of Skyler's mouth. David got back into position with Josh's borrowed Leatherman in hand. He worked his way around Colin's hands into the gaping cavity. He positioned the knife as far back as it would go into Skyler's mouth and started sawing right away. The first thing he noticed was the blood pouring into the mouth. He remained undeterred and continued his special task, sawing through the leathery tongue. Skyler struggled in his bonds, grunting at the pain and gurgling blood in the back of his throat. Less than a half minute later, the tongue was free and it fell out of Skyler's mouth and remained attached to the end of the Leatherman hook in Colin's hand. The boys stared in amazement at the size of the tongue. It was so much bigger than any of them imagined. Meanwhile, Skyler let his head fall forward so the blood could flow free. His mouth was on fire with pain and he couldn't close his jaw thanks to the branch stubs holding it open. Aaron walked up and handed David a bunch of gauze and instructed him to pack it around the remaining stump and in his mouth. He needed to stop the bleeding before the subject lost too much blood. David complied and removed the branches. Skyler hung his head and closed his gauze- filled mouth as much as possible. David turned his attention back to Colin and the slab of slimy, bloody meat hanging on the end of the hook. It was thoroughly disgusting looking and was easily 4" long. Boys being what they are, they played with it, poked at it and examined it. Aaron suggested they save it for the fire tonight and burn it. Aaron: "Awesome job guys. I really like how you worked together on this one. Now, that was a special task and doesn't count against the regular ones. Josh, it's your turn. Grab a card." Josh did and read aloud: "Day 1, Task 4 ... You will rip out each of the subject's finger and toe nails. The purpose of this task is to cause pain. Nothing more. Make the subject suffer." Josh looked at Aaron, almost for permission to begin. Aaron: "This one's easy and may not have the painful affect you might otherwise think. You guys have done so much to his fingers and toes already. I mean, you stuck needles under them and broke them. He may not feel much when you rip them out. We'll see. Grab the pliers and have at it." Josh did as instructed. He took the same pliers Tyler used to break Skyler's digits and started in on his right index finger. The finger itself was a mess. The whole finger was disfigured, bloody and swollen from the day's treatments. He was able to grab hold of the end of the fingernail with the pliers and began to pull straight out. He met obvious resistance and changed his tactic to pulling straight up. That seemed to work better as it at least garnered a reaction from Skyler, presumably as the nail began to separate from the underlying skin. Josh kept at it and eventually started to have some success as the nail separated even more. Eventually, the visible portion of the nail separated leaving the hidden portion hanging by a piece of live flesh. Skyler certainly reacted in a way that suggested he felt the pain of Josh's efforts, but truth be told, it didn't hurt anywhere near as much as it might have if this were the first tortures bestowed upon his body. Alas, either Skyler was becoming more sensitized to the pain or the breaking of his finger somehow deadened the nerves in the area. Either way, he was kind of relieved since it meant he could endure for that much longer. Josh pulled with a single force and the nail, along with a chunk of flesh, separated from the finger. What remained was a red puffy mess below the former nail bed and a slow trickle of blood. He moved next to the subject's middle right finger and positioned the pliers as before – right on the tip of the mangled finger nail. He repeated his procedure and again within a minute, the nail and a bit of attached flesh were removed. Josh wasn't getting the reactions out of Skyler that he had hoped for. He was actually becoming a little bored as he moved down the line of doomed finger nails. He tried creative ways to increase the subject's suffering, like slowly twisting the nail on its way off the finger, bending the nail in half as it was still attached and even yanking as hard as he could. Alas, all hurt the subject and he did react and cry out in pain, but no variation caused a particularly memorable response. Fifteen minutes into his task, Josh completed the removal of the subject's finger nails. He added them to a zip lock bag that the other boys had already used to house the subject's tongue. The bag held one bloodied tongue stump and 10 bloodied finger nails with various amounts of attached flesh. Josh was about to commence with the toe nails when he asked Aaron a question. Josh: "This totally isn't making him hurt man. What am I doing wrong?" Aaron: "Nothing Josh. I told you this might happen. You guys have hurt him so much he's just not feeling it like he was earlier." Josh: "That blows." Aaron: "Sorry. There's not much else you can do. If you got this task first, before everything else, you cannot imagine how much the subject would have screamed and cried. Everything's just so fucked up. I'd tell you to beat on his toes with a hammer to add to the pain, but that's already been done." Josh: "Whatever." Josh was bummed. He was really taking this seriously and wanted this task to be as cool as ripping his cock apart from the inside. It was not to be. Josh knelt down to the subject's stretched out left foot and started into the nail on his big toe. The toes looked in even worse shape than the fingers. The downward force of the hammer really did a number on the underlying bones. The nails themselves looked cracked in places and the swelling was intense. There wasn't much dried blood so he could get a good look at the area and it was nasty. He attached the pliers to the end of the nail, as before, got up on one knee and grabbed onto the pliers with both hands. He used his natural leverage to pull straight upwards with all his might. By this time, the nail had undergone so much abuse, it slipped right off and Josh fell right on his ass. Tyler: "Buwahahahahaha! Oh my God that was epic fail!" The two 13-year-olds laughed their asses off as well. Josh was clever this time and held up the pliers with the nail firmly attached, showing it right to Tyler. Josh: "At least I got what I was going after bitch!" a wonderful reference to Tyler's earlier fuck ups. The other boys kept laughing as Josh got up ceremoniously depositing his prize into the zip lock bag. Tyler: "Very funny. You looked like a total douche." Josh: "Maybe but I still got my shit, so fuck off!" Tyler backed down; after all, he did totally fail earlier himself. Josh resumed his position and continued work on the subject's left foot. He moved to the next toe in line and, learning from his previous attempt – the right force for the job! Using considerably less leverage and pulling power, the toe nail came right off. Again with a little bit of flesh and again with the same amount of grunting and less-than-spectacular anguish from its previous owner. Josh moved down the foot, removing toe nails and dropping them into the zip lock bag held by David. After only a few minutes, the left foot was finished and he moved to the right. This foot took less than five minutes to complete and the work was complete. The bag now held one tongue and 20 fleshy nails. The ends of Skyler's digits were truly a horrifying sight to see. Each was swollen from the previous beating and fractures; each had some dried blood from the needles and now complete nail removals and dark, almost black, bruising was present all around the digits. Aaron looked at Josh, who was nowhere near as elated as he was during his first task: "Good job considering the problem had. Don't know what to say; the next one could be absolutely amazing." Day 1, Task 2: Gut Punch till Vomit Aaron: "Alright Colin, it's your turn. It's starting to get late so let's pick up the pace a little bit. You have this task and Tyler has the last one for today. Colin, you know what to do." Colin grabbed one of the two folded pieces of paper and looked at the "2" on it. He went to the other bag and retrieved the zip lock bag with the familiar index card inside. He removed it and read aloud. Colin: "Day 1, Task 2 ... You will punch, beat and hit the subject's stomach until he throws up. The purpose of this task is to test the subject's threshold for abdominal stimulation before the stomach can stand no more. Most people can take quite a bit of stomach punching and it hurts and your breath is taken away, but it takes quite a bit more to induce vomiting." Colin looked right at the subject and his fairly clean abdomen. It never did receive the whipping it was supposed to earlier, so it wasn't torn to shreds. They also didn't wrap bandage around his torso when they were patching up his back earlier; they just taped gauze in place. So, his entire front side was available for use; the only non-original items there were the two pieces of gauze covering holes where the nipples once lived. Then Colin thought back. Colin: "Wait, we already did this. He threw up earlier and almost choked on it when I had his neck all tied up." Aaron: "That's right. This task was written long before that happened and the subject didn't know he would have already thrown up from being hit in the stomach. So, let's modify this one a bit to make it a little more interesting." Aaron: "Okay, here's the deal. Your task will be the same but instead of making him just vomit, you're going to punch him 10 times as hard as you can then swing a bat (I hope someone brought one) as hard as you can three times right into his stomach. Make him throw up as many times as you can." Josh: "Awwww, no way man. I should get this task. He just plays soccer!" Colin: "Too fuckin' bad you sucked at your task. This one's mine and I'm NOT gonna fail like you did." Colin was feeling brave talking to Josh that way; Josh was, after all, a year older. Aaron: "Yep, sorry Josh. This is Colin's task." Colin thought back to the punches he delivered this morning. He remembered going after David and giving the subject five hard blows right in the stomach. He remembered how good it felt to slam his fist right into the subject's stretched out, sunken abdomen. Skyler was so skinny there was no meaty flesh to absorb the punches. When they made contact, the punches sounded like open-handed slaps, albeit it louder. Colin stared at Skyler's stomach looking for signs of the earlier beatings. There were some patches of dark red and dark gray, presumably from some bruising. He also had patches of sunburn throughout his torso and abdomen. Despite that, Skyler's front side was still gorgeous. It was smooth, blemish-free and his ribs still showed as clearly as they did all day. His little outie navel remained irresistibly cute. Colin, of course, didn't register these last few thoughts, but they were true nonetheless. At this point, the person strung up in front of Colin was just a target for his current task, not a sexual object. Too bad. Colin: "Can I hang his head up like I did earlier?" Aaron: "Nah, you won't need to this time. Just beat the shit out of him." Tyler chuckled: "You'd like that." Colin: "Sick man!" Aaron: "Alright, get to it." Colin positioned himself in front of the subject and before he started punching, he looked up to see if Skyler was awake. Surprisingly enough, he was. He has a string of blood slowly trickling out of the left side of his mouth. Colin could tell there was still gauze collecting in his mouth. Colin reached into Skyler's mouth and removed the gauze. While he was there, Colin gazed curiously inside the mouth that eerily was missing a tongue. It looked so weird to only see a bloody stump at the back of his throat, but nothing else but wide open space. As best he could tell, the bleeding had stopped, so he tossed the gauze aside. Even though there was a task to perform, Colin just had to see if Skyler could talk. Colin took a step back: "So, what's it like without a tongue? Can you talk" Skyler: "uh uhhh huh" His sounds were merely grunts, nothing more. Colin: "Sweet man!" He became instantly captivated, as did the other boys because they quickly gathered around. "Say the pledge of allegiance." Skyler tried to comply but again his noises were nonsense. The boys were absolutely enthralled with how awful he sounded. Not only that, but drool mixed leaked out of his mouth. Skyler was a true mess and the boys loved it. Aaron wanted to get things going, but he also saw the value of the boys totally immersing themselves back into this, which will be especially important tomorrow. Tyler picked up the zip lock bag and waved it in front of Skyler's face: "Bet you wish you still had this, don't you?" Skyler immediately shook his head back and forth. Aaron, standing a ways away, smiled at Skyler's response. So, on the boys went for a few minutes. They each made Skyler try to say something, laughing and making fun of him. Colin: "Okay, back up. I'm gonna do my task." The boys complied and Colin assumed a posture in front of the subject, clenched his hand into a fist, drew it behind his back and swung right at the smooth, vulnerable stomach in front of him. He hit his target dead on the familiar poof of air escaped the subject's mouth. Skyler's head fell to his chest and he pulled at his limbs trying to bend over to ease his breathing. Of course, that was impossible. Without waiting for Skyler to recover, Colin continued the abdominal assault. Over and over again he punched a target that could offer no means of protecting itself. Colin was an absolute machine in beating Skyler over and over. Every few punches, Colin would step back and look into his subject's face for some signs of impending vomiting. He saw none. Instead, he saw a face that hung on his chest and bobbed back and forth with each punch. Was he unconscious? Was he incapable of reacting any longer? While Colin didn't think of it, Aaron began to wonder if the lack of food in Skyler's stomach prevented the desired upchuck. As the next couple minutes progressed, Tyler started giving Colin shit. Tyler: "Dude, you're such a little bitch! Step aside and let a real man show you how it's done." Tyler: "Puuuuuuuusy!" Tyler: "Wow dude. You fuckin' suck balls!" These insults only served to fuel Colin's resolve to get this thing done. He hit even harder and with increased frequency. He continued to see no reaction from Skyler's face. He was out cold. Aaron: "Alright, that's enough. Walk it off man" Colin was hopping around like a boxer, full of adrenaline and a face as red as the sun. He was super pissed that this wasn't working. As he paced back and forth contemplating to do, feeling the heat from the stares of his friends, he was stumped. Then he glanced at Josh and had an idea. Colin: "Dude, did you bring your bat?" Josh: "Nope, not this time. I brought my glove and a ball" Colin: "Shit" The pacing continued. Sensing this wasn't going well, Aaron chimed in: "I think I know what you're getting at. A bat's made from wood and there's plenty of that in the woods. Go get some!" Colin did and took Josh with them. They searched for a few minutes and came back with a 3' long and 3" diameter length of dead branch. It was a little thicker than a bat, but Josh said he'd need that to keep it from breaking. It was slightly tapered at one end and that's the end he would hold. The branch was mostly void of knots and the coat of bark was surprisingly smooth. Colin showed it to Aaron who nodded in approval. Colin grasped nature's club with both hands and assumed a batting stance off to the side of the motionless subject. Skyler' spread body hung as helplessly as did his head upon his chest. He appeared unconscious and was totally unaware what was about to happen to him. Colin didn't care at this point. He was solely focused on getting this task complete. He grasped his makeshift bat and took a couple slow practice swings to gauge the motion and desired placement. He aimed right for the middle of Skyler's sunken stomach, which was red from the repeated punches. After three lineup swings, Colin reared back, took a deep breath, held it for a moment, closed his eyes as if it say a little prayer, opened them again and let loose with a full-force swing. The boys and Aaron stared with intensity. In under a second, the club travelled from behind Colin's head to the target. He nailed the subject directly on the abdomen, almost certainly damaging internal organs given the terrifying noise that followed impact. Skyler's head sprung up and a scream escaped his mouth that should have been impossible given his condition. He again flailed in his bonds trying to bend over to protect his newly battered body. As before, no relief came. Contrary to Colin's hope, he didn't throw up. He did piss all over the place forcing Colin to retreat his close position. Tyler laughed and verbally encouraged Skyler to improve his aim so Colin would get hit. Of course the subject paid no attention to Tyler's juvenile banter as he was gasping for breath and attempting to find some relief. It seemed for the first time since this ordeal started Skyler was really broken. He was in such unbelievable misery already and to have it capped off by this brutal beating, it was all he could do to keep from going into a hysterical fit – much like the time he was locked in the chest. As Skyler was attempting to deal with this unbearable new pain, he saw Colin line up for another hit. He instinctively shook his head back and forth and stared into Colin's eyes with a pleading look like he had yet to give today. He reached his limit and knew he couldn't take any more. Colin completely ignored this and, after confirming the subject was no longer pissing, he got right back into place, aiming for another swing. Seeing this, Skyler hastened his plead by shaking his head even faster and tried to utter something out of his mouth, but it was unintelligible. His heart racing, his face flushed with anger and his shirtless body sweating, Colin took only one practice aim before rearing back and letting loose with another full-force swing towards the same target. Skyler's eyes widened and time slowed down as he took in every microsecond as the bark-covered wooden club started its slow path towards his completely helpless stomach. There was absolutely nothing he could do to prevent what was about to happen. His body broke into a cold sweat and he faced a fear that caused him to again pull at his bonds in some desperate attempt to escape. Skyler watched his fate get closer by the inch ... by the half second. At the last moment, he sucked in a gulp of air and held on tight as the solid branch made its contact. Just as contact was made, and before Skyler's nerves sent instructions to react, Skyler looked at Colin's face and saw a look of determination that spelled disaster for him. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt. Mostly because Colin's aim was off. The branch landed above the intended target and hit the bottom 2 ribs on each side, instantly cracking them with a distinctive noise that caused all the boys to gasp in surprise. Colin ignored the sound and stared intently at the subject's face looking for his reward. And he was not disappointed this time. All at once, the subject tried to scream and vomit and shit at the same time. His body evacuated all its cavities at once. The string, fluid vomit shot from the subject's mouth and landed a few feet away. The remainder dribbled down his face and remained in the back of his throat, causing coughing and retching. The equally liquid shit shot out of his ass onto the ground below. The subject started to hyperventilate and go into a full blown hysteria. If the spraying vomit and shit didn't cause Colin and the boys to back up, the fit did. Skyler tore at his bonds with a vigor not seen today. He screamed, yelled, grunted and hollered in absolute terror. He looked like a little kit throwing a temper tantrum, but several fold in intensity. It was honestly a frightening sight to behold. David blurted out a 'holy fucking shit man!" and the boys agreed. What the fuck was he doing? In fact, Skyler was pulling the ropes so much, the one attached to his right hand started to loosen from the tree. It didn't come undone, but he managed to force some slack and the rope sagged and flopped with each of Skyler's gyrations. This fit went on for about a minute before he completely ran out of energy. He crashed as hard as he ramped up. Aaron: "Wow man. You did it Colin. You brought the most amazing reaction today from the subject. Outstanding!" Colin was very pleased: "That was so awesome! Can I do it again?" Aaron chuckled: "Nah, it looks like you broke his ribs, which is a total bonus. He's going to feel that every time he breathes. You couldn't have done any better. But, you got him to throw up, and then some, so your task is complete." Colin: "Aww hell man. That was soooooo much fun!" Aaron and the boys continued to look at the subject as he rapidly fell into unconsciousness. One task remaining for the day ... and just enough time to get it done. Day 1, Task 8: Hang by Balls Aaron: "Alright Tyler, you get the last task of the day." Tyler grabbed number 8 and read the corresponding card: "Day 1, Task 8 ... you will release the subject from his bonds and hang his full body weight by his balls. The purpose of this task is to see how far the subject's ball sack will stretch and to see at what point, if any, his balls rip off his body. So his balls can survive to be tortured and destroyed tomorrow, leave him hanging for no more than 10 minutes." Tyler: "Fuckin' sweet man!" Aaron: "Good thing this was at the end so we you didn't have to release him from the ropes and then tie him up when done. Alright, like last time, let's get moving." Tyler took immediate charge: "David, Josh, undo his arms. Colin, let's get his legs." The boys worked with a purpose and quickly untied the subject and watched his unconscious body fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Unfortunately they didn't plan ahead, so he fell into a mixture of his piss, vomit and shit and they collectively went "ewwwwww" as they heard the splatter. So, Aaron made the boys clean him up with a couple water runs to the lake. Given the late hour and the subject's condition, this needed to move along. The boys were slow at first, disgusted by this little bonus task, but they did it cause they were fueled by the main task. In a few minutes they were done moving the subject a few feet away and cleaning him up as best they could. Of course the subject's back still remained covered in dressings from the earlier whipping. Tyler looked at the dusk approach and didn't need to be reminded by Aaron to move things along. He had Josh bring him a length of rope and throw it over one of the familiar strong branches that hung overhead. While that was going on, Tyler rolled the subject onto his stomach and proceeded to hog tie his wrists and ankles together. He was meticulous with his work and the result was an inescapable set of knots. Throughout this, the subject was out cold. Tyler rolled him awkwardly on his back and was immediately drawn to the nasty dark colored lines across his mid section ... one directly on his stomach, the other across the bottom of his ribs. As he moved the subject, he heard the broken ribs rub up against each other. The grating sound alone should have resulted in some sympathy from Tyler, but it didn't. Hell, he even tried to make different pitches of grating by moving the subject in different ways. He was making a game out of it. Unfortunately the subject remained out the whole time. Too bad. When Josh dropped the excess rope from overhead, Tyler took the end and wound it carefully around the subject's ball sac. He knew the knot would have to hold over a hundred pounds, so he carefully wound the rope around the sac several times before tying a figure-eight knot, a signature boy scout knot. Everything looked ready. Tyler: "Okay, we're set. I'm going to need everyone's help on this. This is gonna be like a tug of war with him on one side and the four of us on the other. David, you anchor; Colin and Josh, behind me. I'll be up front." So the boys lined up walking away from the subject, taking the loose end of rope with them. David wrapped one end around his body and held on tight with his right hand. Colin and Josh got in line in front of David and grasped the rope. Tyler was at front and directed the operation. They walked backwards as a group, watching the rope pull the slack and extend over the tall tree branch. Within seconds, the subject's balls extended a few inches from his body. The rope was now taut. Tyler: "Keep going ... slow ... I want this to hurt." The group of four continued their slow trek backwards as they collectively stared at those balls who had no choice but to continue their ascent. The subject's ass started to rise off the ground and the subject continued to remain unconscious. This annoyed Tyler so he gave a quick tug on the rope and that was enough to elicit a grunt from the subject. But not quite enough to bring him fully out of his unconscious state. So the pulling continued. The subject's mid section continued its rise into the air, led by a pair of sore, trapped balls. By this point, the hairless orbs were fully extended from the body by at least 6". They had no more give in them. Any further pulling would be at the expense of his body. And backwards the boys inched. The subject's body was completely arched by this point with only his head and feet remaining on the ground bearing some wait. There must have been 75-100 pounds of force on the nuts and they had yet to give. If the subject had been conscious, the pain would have been unbearable. Tyler saw this and asked Aaron to intervene. Tyler: "This sucks man. Can you like pour some water on his face or something?" Aaron: "Sure, I don't see why not. He should be awake to feel this." Aaron used one of the leftover buckets of water and slowly poured it over the subject's face. Since Skyler's head was almost upside down at this point, much of the water went right up his nose. Skyler instinctively gagged, coughed and came to. He shook his head back and forth try to clear the water from his airway. After he did he tried to take stock of his situation. The pain from his balls immediately overwhelmed him. Not only were his balls on fire, but this pit of the stomach feeling made him want to vomit yet again. But he had nothing to give. He tried to pull his hands up to help himself, but he quickly discovered they were inaccessibly tied behind him, as were his feet. Skyler was in such bad shape, he didn't know how he could endure any longer. He honestly just wanted to die. He hurt so bad all over his body and he had been tortured beyond what anyone should be able to take. Only his combination of extreme masochism and need to see this through were keeping him going. But, as the last task proved, he was at, and perhaps beyond, his breaking point. Being slowly lifted off the ground by his balls was a torment he devised when writing these tasks but he honestly didn't think about the combined effect of having his nuts pulverized earlier in the day. They were still store and somewhat swollen and now had almost his full body weight attached to them. It was a dizzying combination of torture that he didn't know if he could survive. He let out a few yells and grunts and his sweating and uncontrollable shaking returned. Tyler: "Awesome man. Thanks!" Having the subject awake was definitely worth it. Tyler could see the anguish in the subject's face and it fueled him to hurt him even more. They continued to step backwards and by now, only his knuckles and feet dragged on the ground. It's safe to say nearly all of the subject's weight was now supported by his nuts. They kept going another foot until he was completely off the ground, listening to the yelling and screaming and watching the struggling. Tyler had to get up there and see for himself. Tyler: "Aaron, get over here and take my spot" Aaron did and the four boys split the 125 pounds among them, not a terribly challenging task, but it might for 10 minutes. Tyler eagerly ran up to the subject and took in the sights and sounds. He focused on the subject's balls, dark red in color, horribly distended and trapped at the end of the sac. The sac itself was completely taut and was probably 7" away from its normal home. The subject himself was painfully arced upside down with his head and feet dangling below. The subject was struggling but quickly learned the error of moving too much; more movement = more pain. He tried to stay still, but the pain was beyond comprehension. He couldn't blank out the agony in his mind. Suffering was all he knew. He was totally helpless and knew he would be in this position for what would seem like an eternity. His body continued to quiver uncontrollably. As a couple minutes ticked by, Tyler had an idea. He grabbed the bucket and sprinted for the lake, returning a minute later with a gallon of water. He put the bucket down, grabbed some of the tape used earlier to bandage the subject's back and taped his mouth completely shut. The tape job was good enough to keep the subject from opening his mouth at all. Not only could he not yell and scream, but he also had to force all of his breathing through his nose. Which, given his condition, he was breathing heavily. He started to panic at how difficult it was to get enough air. Tyler: "Watch this. I saw this in a movie. It'll be awesome." Aaron and the boys watched from several feet away as they held onto the rope securing the subject in the air. Tyler took the bucket and slowly poured the water onto the subject's face, just like Aaron did earlier to awaken him. This time, however, Tyler ensured as much of the water as possible went straight up the subject's nose. He poured continually and slowly. If Skyler was starting to panic a few minutes ago, he was in full bore fear now. Breathing became nearly impossible as he was slowly choking to death on the slow flow of water into his airway. He swallowed some; some went down his wind pipe; some trickled off the side. Skyler rapidly shook his head side to side trying to escape the inevitable. This, coupled with the 5-6 minutes being suspended by his balls, was more than his body could handle. He thought he was reaching his limit before and this time he did. The subject stopped struggling and fell unconscious again. Tyler was pissed and threw the bucket still half full of water to the ground. He wanted this bitch to suffer! I guess having 125 pounds of weight from his balls wasn't enough to please Tyler. Was he becoming a little sadist? Aaron: "Alright man, get back here. I'll check on him to make sure you didn't kill him." Tyler assumed his spot at the front of the rope and they continued to hold the subject steady in the air. He wasn't going anywhere. Aaron approached and first looked at the subject's balls which were approaching black in color. He felt them and they were cold. He knew it was time to end this task. He then looked for signs of life from the subject and found that he was indeed still breathing and had a heartbeat. Good deal. Aaron: "Alright, his balls might be dead. We certainly don't want that so we can torture them more tomorrow. On the count of three, let go of the rope and let him fall to the ground. Got it? ..... Okay, 1 ... 2 ... 3" With that, the boys let go and the subject fell to the ground with a thump. He was out of it and didn't react at all. Aaron: "Alright guys, he's had it for today. You guys did awesome. You did all your tasks and he managed to survive the day. That means tomorrow we can continue and finish this. Tie him to the tree so he can't get away overnight." The boys undid the hogtie and wrapped him around the base of a 3' diameter tree, with his backside against the tree. This position left his stomach and chest skin pulled tight against his body. The boys tied his wrists to his ankles and he looked like a piece of bacon wrapping a nice filet. He wasn't going anywhere. Aaron confirmed one more time the subject was alive and the boys collected their stuff and headed back to the campfire. The boys made a fire and cooked some beans and little smokies for dinner. They were full of energy and confidence, laughing and telling stories about the day's activities. Aaron encouraged them and was convinced they would follow through with what needed to be done tomorrow. At one point David piped up and wanted to know what they would do tomorrow. Aaron: "Alright I'll give you a guys a choice. I can tell you now so you can think about it over night or it can be a surprise tomorrow." They unanimously said "Tell us now!!" Of course. What kid would wait until Christmas to open presents if given a chance to open them the night before? As the marshmallows heated for dessert, Aaron had their undivided attention and described what would happen tomorrow. After 10 minutes of the type of active listening any teacher would kill for, Aaron finished his speech and waited for reaction. Tyler: "Holy shit man. Really?" David: "No shit! We're really going to do all that to him?" Josh and Colin were equally surprised, but unlike the apprehension they all showed earlier in the day, this time they were ready to follow through without regret. In fact, it wasn't the fact that they were going to brutally kill the subject tomorrow, but it was the ways they were going to do it that got their hearts racing. It was almost as if today's tasks were child's play compared to tomorrow. Josh: "So wait. How's he even going to survive the first thing?" Aaron: "We have to be very careful not to end him too soon. We're also out of here right after lunch tomorrow so everything we do will have to be quick in the morning. Half the challenge will be keeping him alive so he suffers to the very end." Josh: "Man that's so awesome!" *** It was another warm, humid night and the boys each slept in their boxers, although none of them got very much sleep. Their imaginations got the best of them. They periodically whispered to each other throughout the night talking about how cool tomorrow would be. Eventually, though, the enormity of the day caught up with them and they each fell asleep of exhaustion. Back at the tree, Skyler woke up a few times, finding himself tied around the bottom of a tree in a position that made it difficult to breathe. He lay there with absolutely no desire or ability to move. He was beyond exhausted and his entire body hurt. He felt a constant pressure from his balls, although in his position he couldn't see them. He imagined they were horribly disfigured. But it was his ribs and stomach that hurt him the most. He could feel the bones of his lower ribs rub against each other every time he took a breath. In addition, he could feel where he had been beaten on the stomach. He was truly a sight to behold. The fact that he remained alive was amazing. He knew what awaited him tomorrow and as he attempted to sleep, knowing this would be the last time he would be able to. Above all, he wanted to face tomorrow with some strength, but the stark reality of the horrors awaiting him kept him awake most of the night. Twice, he got a hard-on imaging what tomorrow would bring, even though he scripted everything in advance. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71