Diego's busy afternoon continued by taking a siesta in the company of his latest catamite, a nineteen year old Moor with a peachy brown ass that Diego fucked often and hard. He rode the boy twice, before and after his nap, making it three times he'd spilled out his seed that day. It wouldn't be the last, you can be sure of that - for Diego was a man of dubious piety and prodigious virility, traits which his latest prisoners were soon to find out!

He came down to the cells where the men were being held, to find Don Carlos and his squire, both bound and naked. This wasn't the normal way of incarcerating sinners, but something Diego insisted upon where handsome young men were concerned. They sat on the cold floor of their cell side by side, chained to the wall by a metal cuff round their necks and another to their wrists bound behind their backs. The older man looked defiant: angry with fate and the deception of his accuser, intent on revenge should he ever get the chance. The lad looked cowered, fearful of what lay in store for him, a defeated soul lost in a cruel world. Diego looked at them both appraisingly through the grate in the cell door and was very impressed by what he saw.

Don Carlos was indeed big, strong and muscular, and maturely handsome in a dark swarthy way - the facial skin tanned a deep brown which suggested exposure to the Iberian sun rather than furtive skulking in the night. Diego admired the burly chest that like his own was covered in a mat of black hair. He followed the band that ran down the man's stomach to the thick pubic thatch above a fine looking cock. There was more hair on his ball sac as well. Diego wondered whether it extended into the crack of his ass - he would be sure to find out before the day was done!

The squire was a very different proposition. He had similar Spanish features to his master, but was still blossoming into them: boyishly good looking, the facial skin much lighter, and no hair on his body other than his pubes. His cock was fairly small, probably shrivelled with fear, but that didn't put Diego off at all - a little stimulation and it would no doubt swell to an impressive size and make his master proud.

'Yes,' thought Diego, 'a very interesting pair! Days of interrogation will undoubtedly be required. But I'll have those two soldiers arrested as well. I must be thorough in executing God's work.'

"Bring them both to the torture chamber," Diego ordered his jailer. "Clean them up first, and be very meticulous."

"Yes, Your Grace," replied the jailer, knowing exactly what was meant.