BR-105 Prisoner in Hell
Prisoner in Hell
Brutes
BR-105
Anonymous
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Excerpt
The interrogator smiled—a horrible sight—and stepped back a little, putting out his hand to caress Bobby’s broad, smooth chest, slide down the scalloped ridges of his stomach—and then grabbed tightly at his cock and balls, twisting them painfully.
“Talk!” he screamed but Bobby just shook his head. There was nothing he could say despite the awful pain stabbing at his genitals…
“Very well… Be it on his head. Take him to the interrogation chamber.”
Rico and Miguel wheeled him around then and marched him, still naked, out of the door and along a series of corridors to another door which they opened to reveal another plain bare room—this time without windows—and furnished with a long narrow black table to the top of which were affixed a number of wide leather belts. His handcuffs were undone and he was lifted bodily up onto the table where his hands were drawn up to the top comers and buckled into the leathers. Then his ankles were drawn apart and similarly buckled.
“You better talk, boy. Mr Jose Garcia, he make you scream an’ you don’ talk…”
“I’ve told the truth… Can’t you believe me…?”
The two underlings shook their heads and then left the room, turning off the light and leaving the boy in total stygian darkness.
He lay there, naked; buckled immobile on top of a table on which he was to suffer untold tortures. He knew they were going to work on his genitals and he was frightened stiff—not literally of course. His cock was totally flaccid. Nothing could be less likely to rouse it than the threat of pain. He was no coward when it came to facing matters but pain was not his favorite thing—by a long shot.
What could he admit to in order to save himself…? He had no idea. What was the US interested in here? Perhaps he could make up something about satellites… Didn’t they have something to do with spying…?
But then he stopped. No. He couldn’t do that. If he admitted to being a spy, no doubt Pedro’s family would be implicated and might be executed. God! he thought. If he made any admissions at all, he might be shot, too. No, he would just have to try and persuade them he was telling the truth and that even if there was no temple, he had come here looking for it because his professor believed there was one…
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