When I woke up, my jaw hurt and I felt a welt where I was punched out. I was looking up at the ceiling. Looking around I recognized this room: it was the dungeon, and my limbs were stretched. I was on the rack. My wrists were bound flat over my head, my ankles were bound as well.

"Turn the crank Jake," I heard the muscular man with dark shades who kicked me in the balls before putting my lights out. I groaned from the tightening of the chains. "By the way boy, we were sent here by Marco to persuade you to give your consent to be fucked by a dog."

I defiantly refused! "You're a stupid man, Pete. Turn the crank again Jake!" I groaned louder. "It's only going to get worse, dickhead!"

Then I saw a sneer on his rounded face. He looked over at one of his fellow enforcers. "Got the needle heated Lenny?" The other man laughed sadisticly. "Yup!"

Oh no, I was terrified of needles; I've had them used on me once before.

"Sure you don't want to change our mind, boy?" I was determined not to relent. My shrieks could be heard all over the ranch when he touched the scalding point against my right nipple. Then he repeated it on my left one, more screaming, but I still refused,

"I love it when they are so defiant!" the leader boasted. "Have it your way," he snarled right before he held the sharp point to the head of my cock. I was stretched so tight I could even squirm. I let out blood-curdling scream and passed out. Smelling salts revived me. He burned my dick again, and again I passed out and was revived.

He looked into my eyes. "If you don't agree, we will have you on a plane tonight to Calcutta. "That's the pickup point for all slaves sent The Island. If you think this is bad, they will torture you daily, and will make your precious Laura watch. Yes, she'd be tortured as well! The only way out is suicide. They will not give you any sharp objects, or bed linens. They don't want slaves to take the easy way out!'

It wasn't the needles, but I couldn't bear the thought of seeing Laura tortured. When I finally relented, one of the henchmen opened a window, "Let the cunt go!" I realized they were torturing Laura as well, I was seething. ....Bastards! I thought under my breath.