Jason stared at his former lover, a hard, steely expression.

"You will spend the rest of your life with me," he vowed, "but we will never be lovers again." He paused, and caressed Mark's still sensitive cock, making Mark whimper and groan. "At least, when we fuck, it won't be pleasant for you. I don't think you could call it love."

Jason set to work, as Mark groaned and grunted. Jason once again focused on getting Mark hard. His balls were nice and swollen, despite the chastity device. Jason removed it and massaged his balls. As his groans grew louder and more pained, Jason started caressing them and soon moved to his cock. Mark sobbed, unable to do anything to protect himself. Jason continued for a while, then launched right into sucking him. Once again, Jason waited until Mark was on the brink, then stopped. Mark screamed in frustration, unable to even jerk his body to try to hump the air. Hours seemed to pass with this torture, and Mark's poor balls continued to swell. Finally, Jason stopped and reached for something in a nearby leather bag. It was a metal device which consisted of two plates which were curved. Inside were tiny spikes. They were connected by a small screw.

Jason smiled and presented the device to Mark, allowing him to see first the plates, then watched his eyes widen when he revealed the spikes on the inside, glinting with malice. Mark whimpered in fear, then gasped as Jason turned the screw, watching as the empty device's plates grew closer to each other. Mark shrieked and shook his head frantically, begging, but his cries fell on deaf ears. Jason placed the device around Mark's left testicle. Slowly, he started turning the screw. At first, it wasn't so bad, but soon enough, Mark seemed to go rigid and his eyes widened. He gasped as his ball was slowly crushed and the spikes made their presence known. He shrieked several times.

But Jason only crushed it a little bit. This was going to last several hours, and he wanted to make it last. That was why he wanted to do one ball at a tiem.

Jason went to the wall and pressed a button. Mark shrieked and groaned as his arms and legs were stretched further. He cried out in pain, his head jerking. After a while, Jason stopped.

He'd tortured many at the hostel with this device. It would be a long while before Mark's shoulders would be ready to dislocate. The point of stretching was to do it slowly, over a period of hours, even days if you really wanted ti, and the real beauty was that the pain would not end. In fact, it would grow worse.

"Did you know that in the original book of 'The Princess Bride' that Westley was tortured for ninety days, with all kinds of means?" Jason asked casually.

Jason grabbed a small pinwheel device and pressed a button on it, making the blades turn slowly. He brought it to Mark's left chest, allowing it to strike him. The fear in Mark's eyes made Jason's mouth water as he made the device circle like a shark around his chest, with the clear aim of getting directly to his nipple. He took his time, sometimes getting close to it only to move the device away and circle further back from it. He played with this for a while, and finally set the device against Mark's nipple, when Mark was already anxious and frightened. He allowed the device to torture his nipple for several minutes, increasing the speed gradually, and finally stopped. Mark was a shrieking, sobbing, screaming, head-jerking mess. Then Jason moved, without lowering the speed, to Mark's right chest. Mark shrieked and pleaded, but to no avail. The torture lasted longer this time, before it even got to Mark's nipple.

But just when Mark thought the device would get to his nipple, Jason took it away, and instead set it against Mark's partially crushed ball, listening to the symphony of screams that resulted. As Jason held the device there, after several minutes, Jason turned the screw on the crusher just a half-turn, relishing in the agonized screams which resulted.

How <i>did</i> Jason come to be this kind of person? When they were together, Jason didn't even like to give spankings with his hand, and he certainly never liked to receive pain. How did he sudenly come to be an expert in torture?

It didn't make sense. But perhaps... someone in a nearby cell might be able to shed some light on that.

When he was satisfied, Jason moved the pinwheel directly to Mark's right nipple, watching and enjoying the resulting screams.

Hours passed. Every so often, Jason would turn the screw on the crusher, or jiggle it, or torment his balls, both of them, with the pinwheel at high speed in addition to torturing his sensitive nipples. After a while, Jason placed another crusher on Mark's right ball and proceeded to work that one over. Jason would stop at various times to go to the wall and press the button to stretch Mark's body further. Jason knew exactly what he was doing. Sometimes, he would even lessen the tension on the rack, bringing just a tiny bit of relief. Then he would stretch him further than he had been before that. He chuckled softly. That was how interrogations worked in the Middle Ages. You'd get the subject talking after they had been in pain for so long, then lessen the tension to give them relief, a "reward" if you will, for answering your questions. Then, at the really hard ones, if they refused to say what you wanted them to, you'd stretch them again, and it would hurt even more than it had initially.

This was exactly what Mark was going through. After a while, he would leave Mark. Hours later, he would return to continue his torture. There was no relief in sight for Mark.

And despite all this, Mark's shoulders had not been dislocated yet. That would come soon enough though. But the body could endure a great deal of stretching before that, if handled by an expert like Jason.