I haven’t been this excited in such a long, long time! I think to myself… The poor guy, teehee, he didn’t know what hit him. I stroll down the cellar steps, careful not to slip, and I come to the old wooden door. I notice my hands trembling as I go to unlock it. I cautiously take one step after another, until I can see him hanging there. Not awake… I quickly turn on the bleak light fixtures. Then, I hear breathing. I walk close to him.
“You know, I’ll never be able to get over how beautiful this stonework is.”
I see his body panting get faster as I continue talking.
“Sometimes I even get tempted to remove the blindfold so they can see it, hehe.”
Now he is trying to scream, great. I hate this process.
“Ummm, let’s see, how do I put this… I went to work on your mouth while you were asleep. I just thought I should let you know that you’ll never open it again, kay baby?”
I see tears rolling down his cheeks. What a loser. He has not even gotten it up, yet. What am I supposed to do with this kid? I walk casually over to my desk and open a compartment that has multiple pill bottles in it. I select the one I need and go back to him. I grab his flaccid piece of garbage in one hand and push a few pills in it with the other.
“There are some rules to follow while you’re down here, mkaaaay? The first one is to stay solid.”
I squeeze it hard, noticing from his body movements that it hurt. I am finally going to start having fun, I think.
“Now, you might feel helpless but I assure you that you can control how this goes, mkay buddy? I’m going to ask you a question now… Do you want the sandpaper or the hair straightener? Just tilt your head left for the sandpaper and right for the hair straightener.”
His head does not move, which totally aggravates me!
“Look baby, if you want to have a chance of walking out of here, you’d do well to obey,” I say slowly while caressing his chest. I see his head starts to tilt left, but then he tilts it right.
“Okay bud, so you want the hair straightener then.”
I walk to my desk and pull open a drawer and take out my hair straightener. I walk in front of him and reach around him and rub his back with it.
“I’ve used this hair straightener tons of times to do my hair. You should be totally honored, teehee.”
From looking at him I can tell he is a bit puzzled. Well, not for long anyways. I plug the hair straightener into the surge lying on the ground and flip the switch to max heat. I press his wood on the base platform and turn the knob as tight as I can.
“There we go, baby! Your pathetic piece of wood was a perfect fit. We’ll have to wait a minute for the damn thing to warm up, though, to watch the wood burn. Or, well… I wish you could watch it, hehe.”
He is flopping around now in his restraints. It has not even burned him yet, and he is struggling like a complete fool. He must not realize how pathetic and useless his wood really is. What would he use it for, anyways? Nothing productive, that is for sure. I find myself giggling as the wood turns red. He is certainly getting uncomfortable. I get close to him.
“Mmm is it starting to feel good, baby? Better enjoy it while it lasts, you can only roast your wood once,” and I break out laughing as the redness gets more intense with the glow of the element embedded in the platform of my hair straightener. He instinctively tries to scream aloud, which hurts his mouth. He switches to maintaining a whimpering noise from the back of his throat, as the heat settles in. I cannot stop bubbling and giggling, watching him squirm every which way. I roll around on the floor laughing for minutes, without taking my eyes off of him.
“Well, at least you’re handling this better than some people would, huh? Cheer up, sport… Here, how about we distract you from your burning wood by adding in some other sensations, mmmkaay?”
I see lefty and righty dangling below his body, and I grab them in my hand.
“Do you know why you’re here? You must be wondering… It is because you are a bad, BAD, naughty boy. Your crime is the possession of 1. Penis 2. Left testicle 3. Right testicle”
I squeeze. He squirms.
“So, now you know. Mmm does this help distract you from that roasting wood, sweety?” I squeak playfully. I abandon my grip and start thwacking lefty and righty with my hand. His body jolts back and forth with each hit. After a good number of hits, I grip them again and squeeze harder this time. Harder… Harder… And harder! Until I can feel more than two things rolling around in there.
“Oops, I think lefty broke in half, teehee. Hmm hmm why don’t I make this easier for you?”
I go to my desk and come back with a rubber band and a hot-pink colored pair of metallic scissors. I make the rubber band as tight as it can be, and hold the scissors against it.
“What do we do with bad boys, huh? Snip snip,” I say cheerfully.
I close the scissors, and see blood and flesh spill on the floor. But the blood keeps on spilling.
“Ugh… Sometimes the rubber band doesn’t really stop the… You know…”
I get some string and tie it in front of the rubber band, as tight as I can. The blood stops spilling, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“I’m taking the hair straightener off your wood now, let’s see… Wow, it’s roasted! Mmm do you like your new fried chicken?” I squeak before going into a fit of laughter once again.
“Oh and I never said I wouldn’t use the sandpaper, so, I’m gonna use it now,” I say briskly. I wrap the extra coarse sandpaper around his roasted rod and work it. Piece by piece it falls apart. Eventually, some tubing is left hanging there. I grab the tubing and pull it off of his body. Then, I put super-glue on the tubes and press them against his sealed lips.
“Like your new mouth? It can only say one thing, teehee. It says ‘I used to be an inferior male until a goddess came and fixed me,’” I chirp.
“Now, run along like a good little boy,” I squeak as I remove the restraints. He falls down like a limp fish flat on his face, without a sign of consciousness. Oh… I think to myself. I guess he passed out. I’ll just dump his body in the river. My mind inattentively wanders… Hehe… I love my job!
