".....He was back: the trainer, the tormenter, the torturer. Neil forced his eyes to open. There was a table and chairs set up right in front of him, with eggs and bacon and toast and fruit. He salivated.
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Neil watched fearfully as he grabbed the metal bar from the table and attached the cuff on the youth's right wrist to the chain on one end of the bar, clicking the padlock shut. He then attached the other end of the bar to Neil's left wrist, forcing his wrists about five feet apart. Then lifting the bar up he attached it to the hoist. He then knelt down and unlocked the chains between the youth's ankles, pulling them farther apart and attaching them to the bolts in the floor.
The man stepped back, clearly admiring his work. "You look delicious in this position, 45. Your arms and legs spread wide. Your muscles so nicely displayed, and your cock, too…but you would look even better with a little tension." He grabbed the remote again, and the hoist began to lift, pulling Neil's limbs into an 'X' position
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"Let me explain something to you, 45. It is my job to train you. I have trained dozens of boys like you: handsome, athletic, and virile. I like my work. I mean, I really enjoy it." He snarled, so close to Neil's face that the boy could feel his breath. "Understand?"
He released Neil's waist, allowing him to fall back a few inches. "So you see the longer you resist, the more fun for me." Still looking directly into Neil's eyes, the man put his hand on the inside of the boy's thigh, sliding it up until he cupped Neil's balls in his palm, then he closed his fingers around them.
Neil tried to pull away, but the trainer's grip was firm. "Oh, god. You fuck! Let go! Stop touching me you pervert!"
"That's a nice package you have, 45. I don't want to let go," He said, tightening his grip.
Neil squirmed as much as the chains would permit, but his struggles only intensified the pain in his balls. "Please stop, sir. Please, sir!!"
"I will stop when you submit to me" He clenched his fingers and gave the boy's balls a hard yank. "Are you ready to surrender? To accept your fate and call me 'Master?"
Neil hesitated. Somehow, the assault on his genitals had strengthened his resolve. "No fucking way…" he said.
"Wonderful." The man said, releasing his grip ....."
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