When I awoke I felt a searing pain where my nipples used to be. Lying bound tightly spread wide face up on a table, I saw the nurse applying soothing ointment to my wounds. "Alright that's enough, " I heard the vindictive daughter snarl.

Then I felt a vicious slap across my face. Winston was talking. "We did some checking asshole, there is indeed a Peter Sanders working as a reporter for the Fairfield Free Press, just like the folks up north told us. But there's a catch. We called the phone listed on the Internet and lo and behold we talked to the real Peter Sanders!"

I gulped. A sneer grew on his dark face, "So stop the bullshit, Mr. Sanders or whatever the fuck your real name is!" Another wringing snapped my face to the side.

"Let's cut his balls off!" I heard daughter snarl.

"No, no," Winnie interjected. "His cock is too beautiful, it would be useless without balls."

The Prince glared at his wife. "You must've been fucking him today, you slut!"

But the Princess didn't back down. "Well you were having fun with that fucking white bitch. Why can't I have some fun too? Besides, you've been fucking every whore available!"

"Yes but he's a fucking spy!" The next slap was on my bare cock. Winston grabbed a tight grip on my cock. "He won't be fucking you again any time soon when we get done with him!"

Then I heard Daisy. "Maybe we should hang him, that's what some places do with spies."

Winston turned his head, "Maybe we should do that, after we interrogate him some more. Winston's face turned into a scowl. He finally let go of his grip on my cock, but picked up bamboo cane. He handed it to Daisy. "Beat his cock and balls until their blue!"

When the caning started, my screams filled the room. I am not sure if I will be able to father any kids. At one point Winston held up a tiny metal device. "We extracted this homing device out of you ass while you were unconcious, Asshole!. Now what is your real fucking name Mr Sanders!"