I reached out to stroke his chest. I ran my hands through the course hair, grappling
with the flesh beneath as I did so. I ran my hand across his pecs several times, pausing
at each nipple to give them a pinch then I traced the fur downward following the central
line till at last I reached the top of his jeans. The button was undone; the zip was
pulled down to reveal a flash of white briefs bulging with Dennis’s flaccid cock. Then I
got out of the chair and wrestled the jeans off him, pulling them down as far as his
calves along with his skimpy white briefs. Dennis was left seated with his genitals on
display – a long thick flaccid cock with a lovely big circumcised head at the end, a
massive pair of balls in a generous hairless sack, all crowned with a thick thatch of
curly pubes which were indeed auburn in colour.
I grinned and listened as I was cursed to the high heavens. Dennis really had a
formidable repertoire when it came to cussing – the Irish always do!
I was a bastard, I was a cunt, I was a dirty pervert; I was a whole lot more
according to Dennis who screamed this in my face.
Perhaps.
I was also a very happy man as I looked at his cock then reached out to give it a
good grope.
“That’s not the sort of information I’m after, Dennis,” I told him as I fondled his
impressive soft dick. “I know what I am, you don’t need to tell me – it’s what you are and
what you’ve been up to I want to hear about. But don’t worry – we’ll get there.”
I gave his cock a final squeeze then delved into my bag.
“Now have a look at this,” I said.
Dennis stared in confusion as I brought out the first toy from the bag. He had
probably expected some hideous device of torture - a clamp, or needles, or some tool for
mutilation. Instead I showed him a polished aluminium sphere about one inch in diameter,
mounted on a flexible T-Base platform.
“It’s a prostate stimulator, Dennis. Have you ever tried one? No? Fabulous things
they are. A couple of minutes with this up your arse and that floppy cock of yours will be
standing to attention. Who said that interrogation couldn’t be fun?”
“No!” he yelled. “Don’t you dare! This is an illegal abuse – you can’t do this to
me! Stop! Stop! For fuck sake... will somebody help meeee!”
I ignored his protests and attached I attached a wire lead to the base of the
electrode then fished out a bottle of lubrication from the bag. Having Dennis seated
didn’t make things easy, but I still managed to force my hand between his legs, get under
his big balls which were given a good feel on the way, and find his asshole with my
lubricated fingers. Dennis yelled his indignation throughout, demanding that I stop,
threatening me with all sorts of righteous legalities that had no power concerning a
terrorist in detention.
He yelled all the louder as I shoved two fingers into his ass to open him up then I
gave him a good frigging for no other reasons than my pleasure and Dennis’s humiliation. I
fingered his ass for a couple of minutes, twisting around and wriggling about – Dennis
fighting me all the way and losing every battle. I located his prostate and circled it
with the finger pads, noting with satisfaction that Dennis’s cock twitched in response.
Even straight boys enjoy that – though they think they’re not supposed to.
Happy with the reaction, sure that I’d have time later to finger him again before
giving him a good fucking, I withdrew then I forced the electrode inside him – the sphere
coming to rest about three inches up his butt, positioned directly over his prostate -
that fabulous sweet spot that macho straight boys ignore.
Dennis was going to find out just how sweet it could be, although he didn’t seem too
happy about any of this!
“You fucking bastard. I’ll kill you! I swear it – I’ll kill you, you cunt! Get that
thing out of me. I don’t deserve this! I... Look... I...”
“Enough, Dennis!” I yelled back. “Just shut the fuck up for a few minutes! This is
the fun part. You’ll enjoy this bit. We’ll both enjoy this bit. Then later you can talk
and tell me about the attack.”
From my bag I then brought out a tubular electrode, designed in a figure of eight.
It was adjustable, thank goodness, for it needed some enlarging to accommodate Dennis’s
big bull balls. Holding the electrode in one hand, I reached over and gathered Dennis’s
nuts in the other. I gave them a good squeeze, twirling the huge gonads around with my
fingers. They really were a very impressive pair – the right ball slightly the larger of
the two. Then having given them a good feel I slipped each testicle through an electrode
loop so that they were trapped and separated, each ball forced tight against the stretched
scrotal skin.
“I hope that’s comfortable for you, Dennis.” I said as I attached the lead to the
end of the electrode. “It’s made from some new fancy silicone material which is much
softer and more flexible than the stuff I used to use, so it should be comfortable. Now,
before I put anything else on, I would like you get an erection please.”
“You’re one sick motherfucker. Go to hell! There’s no way I’m getting a hard on. Not
for you, you dirty faggot!”
“Dear, dear, Dennis! There’s no need to get offensive. Now if you’re not prepared to
co-operate, then I’d best help things along.”
Out came the power box and the leads got attached. Then I turned on the juice at a
fairly low setting. I watched from my own private heaven as Dennis experienced the first
waves of stimulation, a tingling pleasure in his ass and around his balls as the
electricity flowed between the two electrodes. He looked shocked. Not shocked in the way
he would be later, but genuinely surprised at what he was experiencing. I had seen it
before with straight guys – that moment of wonder when the prostate is stimulated, when
they experience it for the first time and are caught off guard with the realisation of how
good it feels to have something up your ass. Dennis’s face lit up – he let out a gasp and
for a moment the makings of a smile threatened to form on his face. Then he did what all
straight boys tend to do when confronted with anal pleasure – he tried to resist and make
it go away rather than surrender himself to the joy it brought.
But it wasn’t going to go away. I turned up the power little by little. Dennis
started to writhe around. He was squirming on the chair, throwing his head back and
panting out of his gaping mouth. Then he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in a
grimace. It looked like he was in agony, but it was an agony of denial, for the proof of
his pleasure was clear to see as his circumcised cock filled with blood and rose to
erection.
And what a sight for sore eyes Dennis’s erection was! The shaft was really thick and
impressively long - not obscenely so - big but not freakish – a lovely phallus and a thing
to behold. With no foreskin for concealment, his glans was on full show – dark pink in
colour and glistening with life, a hint of moisture seeping from the eye – a beautiful
tapered mushroom head to crown Dennis’s fabulous manhood.
I took it in my hand and gently stroked the skin of his rigid shaft before moving on
his lovely big knob which I coated in lube and massaged with my fingers. A little more
power flowing between his prostate and his balls, and the continuous pleasuring I gave him
with my hands, had poor Dennis lost in the wonder of it all - and the horror that goes
with the realisation of how good it feels to be used by another man. He cursed me for the
violation, as he moaned and groaned, as his cock throbbed in my hands with more blood
pumping round it, and his pre-cum flowed freely from the eye.
It was such a treat to see. He kept telling me to stop and that I was an evil
sadistic faggot, whilst he writhed on the chair, grinding his buttocks into the wood, and
he pumped with his cock, trying to bring himself off – trying to reach the climax that he
cursed to the high heaven.
It would have been fun to see it happen – to have him come as I wanked him. But it
was too early for that! There were still more electrodes to go on and I needed his cock
hard for them.
“Very impressive, Dennis!” I said as I let go of his twitching erection. “Now admit
it! You’re starting to like me a little, aren’t you? It certainly seemed that way when you
were humping my hand. Now, I have a few more adornments for you then we can really have
some fun.”
I left the power on at a low setting so that Dennis would have some very pleasant
sensations flowing around his groin which would ensure his big cock stayed nice and hard.
Then I set about that impressive erection. The next thing I gave him was a penile ring,
made from the same black silicone material as the tube around his balls. I used the widest
one I had because Dennis’s cock was so thick – the ring almost two inches both in width
and in depth. I put it snugly around the base of his shaft, nestling on his pubes and the
top of his ball sack then linked it to a pair of leads which I left powerless for the time
being.
I completed the set with the real star of the show – a cock head stimulator with
urethral amplifier. It was comprised of three black silicone strands – a ring at the base
and a loop over the top - all linked together in the shape of a helmet with a four inch
strand falling down the centre from a small brass sphere on the loop. I held it up for
Dennis to inspect, and he didn’t look very impressed when he saw it. He was even less
impressed when I put it on!
The urethral amplifier part had to go in first – the four inch strand of silicone
electrode. Not the most comfortable thing to have shoved into your cock slit unless you’re
heavily into that sort of shit. Dennis clearly wasn’t, and he hollered when I took hold of
his still hard dick and prised his piss slit apart so I could push the silicone strand in.
He howled all the louder as I slowly fed him the silicone. Deeper and deeper it went. The
ring component of the electrode then slipped over his glans, forcing more of the silicone
into his urethra until the ring settled under the coronal ridge of his cock head. This
left the third component, a semi-circle of black silicone, fitting snugly over the glans
from front to back, nestling into the eye and crowning it with the small brass sphere.
The final wire lead was attached and Dennis was ready for the thrill of his life!
Dennis didn’t look too excited about the prospect - his expression was one of dread
and revulsion; although his cock was still standing impressively to attention – the
tingling in his ass and around his balls doing the job of forced arousal to perfection.
No, our ginger Irishman didn’t look happy at all, but his expression soon changed
when I turned the power back up and included the two penile electrodes in the equation. I
watched on in delight as Dennis panted and gasped when his whole genital area became a
mass of tingling sensations – up his ass, all around his balls, along his shaft and all
over his glans, even deep inside his cock. The electricity flowed around the multiple
electrodes and Dennis writhed in an ecstasy of sexual bliss, he moaned and he groaned and
he cursed at the same time, loving and hating what was happening to him.
I helped him along by playing with his body; teasing his big nipples, tickling his
tingling balls, fingering his cock in all the right places as gradually I increased the
voltage. I varied the sensations, heightening the flow in one direction and lowering it in
another, keeping Dennis always groaning at the heavenly sensations, and forever wondering
what was going to happen next. Occasionally I gave him a shock, in both senses of the
word, when I turned the voltage way up high for a split second. I had Dennis dancing on
the chair in an agony of pure pleasure, as he battled against the inevitable. I watched in
delight as his face contorted in the strain, but there was no way he could ever hold
back.
A little more juice and Dennis was bucking, stabbing his hips upwards in imaginary
fucking. But the physical sensations were all too real – those devilish electrodes were
delivering more stimulation that any fuck could ever do. Dennis was groaning louder and
louder, he was writhing in his bondage, tossing his head from side to side; his face was a
contortion of agonised sexual bliss.
Knowing that there was no way back for him, I added to his torment by standing
behind him and pulling my stiff cock from out of my flies. I slapped him on the cheek with
the rock hard phallus, rubbing the flesh against him skin.
Poor Dennis. That final indignity was also the final straw!
With a scream of: “You bastard! You fucking evil bastard! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh
bloody hell! AAAAAARGH!” Dennis threw his head back in detested ecstasy and shot out a jet
of spunk into the air. The pod over his slit caused the blast to split into two strands –
one flew forward to land on the floor, the other arced backwards and splattered on
Dennis’s chest where it clung to his auburn mat of hair. More spunk followed, squirting
out in different directions, blast after blast of forced ejaculation until at last only
seepage remained. It drizzled from the eye and coated his cock in a rich creamy whiteness
over the pink of his glans and the pale brown of his shaft.
God how I wanted to fuck him right then! I was ready to spurt as well. A few stabs
at his ass and I would be firing away, but then I would fuck him again for the lad made me
so randy. I doubted that my cock would ever go soft whilst his ass was there for the
taking.
But that would be for later. There was a job to be done. So I put my cock away and
turned the power pack off then went over to him. I gathered some of his semen from his
cock head and took a little taste.
“Very nice, Dennis. Very nice indeed,” I said once I’d sampled his spunk. “It tastes
even better than your spit – and there’s so much of it! Those big balls of yours are more
than just decorations - they certainly do a good job. And what an eruption – that must
have been one hell of a thrill. I bet you never came like that inside some bitch’s cunt!
Not unless one of your terrorist buddies was fucking your arse at the same time... Now
that was the fun part. And I know you enjoyed it just as much as I did. The next part,
however, is not so great for you. You see, the power pack I use has been specially
modified. Of course for the men who like to use these things purely for kicks, there needs
to be in-built safety or else the manufacturers would be bankrupt in a flash. Law suites
would abound from very unhappy men who couldn’t resist trying a little more voltage and
ended up frazzling their nuts.
But I don’t have that in-built safety!
Oh no! This little baby can go all the way.
Now, you tell me all you know, Dennis. Try the location first. What is the target?
Where are you planning to attack?”
Dennis looked at me. There was terror in his eyes. I could see him thinking it
through for a minute. I could see him weighing up the odds. Then his pride; or another
fear got the better of him.
“Go fuck yourself!” he yelled.
I yanked up the voltage. I turned the dials way up and gave Dennis a blast. He let
out a scream as his genitals became a mass of stabbing needles. Electricity was zapping
between the four electrodes. There was no teasing pleasuring in any of this, poor Dennis
was in a mass of tortured agony.
I gave him about twenty seconds then I turned it down, returning to the pleasure
level, keeping the flow going as a background threat.
“Tell me, Dennis. Tell me the location.”
“Please!” he sobbed. “I can’t! I can’t! Please! You don’t understand! I can’t!”
I yanked it again even higher. Dennis screamed and hollered, he jerked around. His
body was twitching within the restrains of his bondage, his cock lobed around within its
silicone dressing. Another blast of spunk jetted out of the eye to be follower by three
others, each spurt dividing into two ribbons in the air. Dennis yelled throughout his
forced ejaculation, his face a picture of orgasmic horror.
“Tell me!” I yelled at him. “Tell me the location.”
“Please stop it! Oh God! Pleeeease!”
“Tell me!”
Tears were flooding down his face. His screams reverberated around the room. He
shook his head time and time again – the agony he was in must have been unbearable, yet
somehow he didn’t crack. I had done this before on many an occasion, I had used the
torture on hardened men – they had all cracked – they had all offered me something which
brought at least temporary relief. Yet this lad, who had no formal training in torture
resistance, was holding out longer than anyone I’d dealt with.
I turned everything down. He dropped his head like a broken doll, he was snivelling
uncontrollably.
“Tell me!” I ordered in a cold measured voice, masking the plethora of emotions that
I felt.
“I can’t. Please – no more. I can’t. I can’t...”
His voice trailed away. I feared I might have overdone it – allowed the wrong need
to take over. I tried to think clearly, I tried to act professional, but like Dennis I was
lost in the moment. I gave him a few minutes to recover then slowly increased the voltage
between the testicular tube and the penile ring at the base of his shaft, which not
surprisingly was seriously wilted. But that didn’t matter – I’d had my fun - now it was
time to get the information. Localising the electricity around Dennis’s balls was the best
way for that.
Dennis let out another grimaced yell as the power increased.
“It’s going to get progressively worse, Dennis. So tell me the location... or I’ll
fry your balls!”
I jerked the juice up another notch. Dennis was jerking in his chair; he was
thrashing his head from side to side. He was sweating like a pig; his spunk splattered
body was covered in perspiration that dampened the body hair and flattened it to his skin,
making him look even sexier than before. He was pleading with me to turn it off, but I
kept him in perpetual agony. I wanted him to hurry up and tell me what was needed so I
could alert the authorities, so I could save those peoples lives.
Okay!
Yes!
There was that as well!
I wanted him hurry up and tell me what was needed so I could do what was needed...
and then I could fuck him. God, I wanted to shag him so much! Why was he holding out so
stubbornly?
“Tell me! Tell me, Dennis. Tell me the location and then I’ll turn it off.”
It was then that the door burst open and Rupert Simmons barged in. He took one look
at the scene then flew at me in a rage; screaming and shouting in a very unprofessional
manner, considering the company we had. He snatched the controls and turned off the power.
After a quick check to ensure that Dennis would live and that no permanent damage had been
suffered, he turned on me again, ranting and raving.
He called me a pervert, which I couldn’t deny. He said I was inhuman, which is a
matter for debate. He told me I was finished; a fact I already knew. Then he called me a
‘liability’ which chilled me to the core, for that was the most serious accusation of all.
In MI5 that label earns you a bullet. They don’t want ‘liabilities’ blabbing to all and
sundry and publishing their memoirs in the Sunday newspapers, so retirement of
‘liabilities’ tends to be terminal.
I was unceremoniously escorted off the premises, and Rupert Simmons made his own
executive decision. The stupid bastard let Dennis Cronin go.
It didn’t matter if I was later proved right. I saw the writing on the wall and knew
what was coming my way. My career as a spook was well and truly over. Retirement beckoned
and I wouldn’t get a pension – my future was streamlined and made of lead, coming at me
with ballistic speed. It was time to go deep undercover - time to implement my emergency
get out plan – something that every self-respecting spook has up his sleeve in case of
this eventuality.
The bomb went off and I went to Ireland. I went to find Dennis for I wanted revenge.
I don’t think anything had ever burned at me so much as the need to get my hands on that
ginger-haired Irishman.
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