WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS: TORTURE!
In the red room, worn out from the previous night's activities, Ben was fast asleep.
Rolph walked to the bed and stared at the boy. There was 'cum' milk all over Ben's body. He had 'cum' several times before morning even though he couldn't touch himself. Some of the fresher stuff had hints of blood in them. He was sapped and paler than when he came in.
Rolph unchained him from the bed and removed his collar. He carried Ben into the bathroom where he lowered him into the bath and sponged him.
After cleaning and sterilizing the boy, Rolph towel dry him with the same he used on Jolanta and carried him to the sex bench in the red room.
By now Ben had woken up but too wary to say anything.
"Ben?" Rolph called his name to see how alert he was.
"Mm mm." Ben replied.
This seemed to irk Rolph and he hit Ben across the face. "Call me "'Sir!'"
He screamed at Ben whose gaze sharpened immediately.
"Sir!" Ben croaked as tears cascaded down his reddened cheeks.
Rolph was heaving with anger. He stayed silent, trying to bring his emotions under control while Ben coiled up on the workbench, silently crying. He was scared out of his mind.
Rolph stood up and picked up the collar. He fixed it around Ben's neck then used the extension to tie Ben's hands together.
"Kneel on the bench." He commanded.
Ben complied immediately.
"Crouch for me."
"I…" Ben looked confused.
"Give me a doggy pose."
Ben felt stupid and humiliated. He knew what was coming but he also knew that the best way to survive this was to obey without question.
"Yes sir." He sniffed.
Ben crouched low like a tiger ready to jump at its prey, with his tied up hands in front of him and his buttocks up in the air facing Rolph.
He had read and heard of how getting fucked in the ass was painful and how it could lead to so many health problems. This was one of the reasons why he couldn't understand these gay men. And now he was here about to get fucked in the ass.
For Ben, he was dead. The fear coursing through him made his penis shrunk and his body shivered.
Rolph dragged the black bag to the sex bench and brought out lube and a butt plug.
After lubricating Ben's asshole, he started to gently rub the tip of the butt plug around it while he used his other hand to fold and knead Ben's sacs slowly.
At the first touch, Ben went stiff.
"Relax." Rolph whispered to him.
He tried. He really tried to relax but his body was not listening to him. He kept hardening up and shivering. Pissing Rolph up more.
"If you don't relax, I will tear your ass apart." Rolph sneered.
That wasn't helping at all but Ben willed himself to stay still. He was still tense though.
Signing, Rolph brought out an injection vial and injected Ben with a relaxation solution.
The effect was almost instant. Ben was relaxed and timid.
Rolph asked him to resume the doggy position and he did.
Rolph slowly inserted the smallest pointy end of the butt plug into Ben's ass hole.
Ben felt nothing yet.
Rolph rolled it around a bit then he went deeper.
Ben shouted.
" Shiiiii." Rolph whispered. Yet he went deeper, burying more than half of the long plug in Ben's ass.
Ben started grunting in pain. He wanted to shout but being self aware, it would be too embarrassing.
Rolph removed the plug and brought out a dildo, the size of two cigars put together. He lubricated it and without warning, shoved it into Ben's ass. This time, there was no holding back. Ben screamed louder and tried to move away but Rolph pinned him down, threw the dildo away and spanked Ben on his butt cheek. Instantly the unfortunate cheek became red.
"Where are you going?" Rolph grunted angrily. His eyes were dark and oppressive.
Ben started shivering again. He believed he was going to die. This man would soon kill him no doubt!. There was no escaping it.
And his ass, it hurts really bad. Nothing ever stung so bad.
"Lie down face-up." Rolph ordered and Ben hurriedly obeyed.
Rolph untied the chain he used on his hands and chained the hands each to a hook on the sex bench.
Now Ben was spread out flat but his legs were still free. He was tempted to hit Rolph with them but common sense prevailed.
Rolph removed his brief and his erected penis sprung out just as precum pulsated out of it.
Ben closed his eyes. His breathing became heavier. He started sweating despite the almost chilly air in the room.
Rolph kneeled on his side of the bench. He picked up Ben's legs one after the other and placed them on his shoulders, then pulled his butt closer.
Ben's manhood had shrunk to the smallest it could go.
Rolph picked it up and with the lube still on his palm, he started caressing it.
"Relax Ben." He whispered like he did not just slap the boy.
Ben could only nod.
Changing his mind, Rolph stood up and unchained Ben.
"Turn around." He told Ben and the boy quickly turned face down on the bench. Rolph grabbed his waist and forced his butt up into a dogging position. Without warning, he plugged his penis into Ben.
Ben screamed.
He started crying.
Rolph didn't stop. He started thrusting, ignoring the blood stain on his rod.
He was ruthless.
Ben couldn't stop screaming. The pain was excruciating. He was going to die from it. He was sure of this
"Mamaaaa!" Ben suddenly screamed when he reached the pinnacle of his pain threshold. Making Rolph come to a screeching stop.
Pissed more than before, he removed his dick and stood up. He went to the wall hanger and grabbed a whip. He grabbed Ben's collar and dragged him to the cross of Christ. He tied the chain to the cross and started whipping Ben.
The boy screamed and yelped but help was not coming.
After some time, Ben fainted.
Rolph carried him to the bathroom and just like the last time, he took care of him. After which he placed him in the cage and called his men to take him out.
For them this wasn't new.
There was that incident that happened when Rolph was 14 and just started having sex. He had crushed on one of his grandfather's men and had ordered the man to have him. They were having constant sex for months but the day The Demonic got wind of it, he made Rolph kill the man, told Rolph that he doesn't care what and who he fucks but for no reason should he be a bottom. He must always be on top.
After that ordeal, Grandfather gifted Rolph a twink that was two years older than Rolph. Rolph went everywhere with the twink, dragging him around with a purple collar. Whenever Rolph was upset, he took it out on the twink and as expected, one day, he went overboard and beat the boy to death.
And he was not remorseful.
Therefore seeing how he had treated Ben, they considered Ben lucky to have made it out alive for the meantime.
"Maintime" because putting Ben in his personal cage and asking them to use it as his mode of transportation meant that Ben was his new bitch.
Once Ben finished receiving treatment, they would bring him back to the dungeon and chain him down in the nine feet cage in the dungeon's bathroom. They don't need to be told. It was protocol.
Two men with Delvin left with Ben's cage but one man stayed back to clean up the dungeon.
Rolph left him to it and went to the sitting room.
His food tray was already waiting for him. He sat down, opened it and started eating.
He had no interest in the meal, he just wanted to fill his stomach.
Jolanta was still soundly asleep.