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From Asia To Africa
by Phill (phillb51@yahoo.com)

***

Damon was a twenty year old soldier who had been 
abducted by two Asian men and then sold to some 
Africans who lived in Liberia. When kidnapped he was 
well developed young man, fit and confident, a man's 
man. But what happens to this young viral man over the 
next few months will change his life for ever. (MM, 
1st-gay-expr, nc, rp, tor, ws, scat, mutilation, cast, 
bd)

***

CHAPTER ONE

Since being abducted and tortured and sexually abused 
by the two Asians he was no longer that confident fit 
young soldier. Now he had discovered that his threshold 
for pain was very low indeed. He had also discovered 
that he enjoyed gay sex providing no torture was 
associated with it. His spirit to resist had been 
broken and now he obeyed all orders like a robot. He 
had been drugged and smuggled aboard a Liberian bound 
container ship inside a roll of carpet. The carpet had 
been placed inside a container full of general cargo 
before being transferred from land to ship. 

We join Damon as he is just recovering from his drugged 
sleep. He heard the throb of some sort of engine which 
seemed to be far below him. All was darkness and he 
felt as if he was confined in some sort of tube. He 
could not move but felt metal bracelets around his 
wrists and his arms were trapped behind his back. 
Slowly his memory of recent events flooded back and a 
feeling of deep depression and fear came over him as he 
remembered the things he had heard about the Africans 
in Liberia. 

His body, naked as the day he was born, began to shake 
and tremble in the narrow confines of the tube. Then he 
heard a noise of metal clanging and light suddenly 
flooded down through the open end of the tube that he 
was in. He blinked in the strong light as he heard 
guttural voices talking in a language he didn't 
understand. He felt the tube with himself inside being 
pulled towards the strong light. 

The Three Korean deck hands, all naked from the waist 
up, pulled the rolled up carpet from the container. 
They unrolled it and Damon was revealed as he lay 
shaking and trembling and looking up at the men. One of 
them said something to him but Damon did not understand 
what he was saying. The deckhand reached down and 
pulled Damon to his feet by his hair. Another of the 
three now spoke. 

"You Engleesh?" he asked. 

"Yes," Damon croaked in a hoarse voice, his throat 
being parched, "I'm English. Please help me." 

"Come, you come," the same deckhand said and beckoned 
Damon to follow him. 

The young soldier stumbled along behind the tall strong 
looking Korean who led him below decks. He took him to 
where there were a row of open showers and removed the 
handcuffs from Damon's wrists. 

"You use," the Korean ordered indicating one of the 
showers. 

Damon had a good shower, there was even soap provided 
for his use, and the water was hot. He finished off 
with an invigorating cold shower to rinse himself off. 
Then the Korean handed him a towel and he dried 
himself. After that the deckhand took him to another 
part of the ship where he was in sign language told to 
sit down. In a few moments another man appeared, 
probably a Malay or Thai. 

He was wearing chef's clothing and carrying a steaming 
plate of food which he placed in front of Damon handing 
him some cutlery to use. Then he disappeared and came 
back with a large mug of coffee. The young soldier 
realised that he was starving and wolfed down the food 
and drink in minutes. For the first time in a long time 
he felt very contented. His stomach was full, he was 
clean and he was not feeling any pain. He smiled at the 
Korean deckhand who had been standing and watching him 
as he ate. 

"That was good," Damon said with a friendly smile as he 
rubbed his naked belly with his hand. 

"You come," was all the Korean replied and his olive 
face remained blank and unsmiling as he beckoned Damon 
to follow him. 

He led him along corridors in the ship and eventually 
they came to a metal door which had a sign reading 
"Captain." The Korean knocked and a voice called out 
something and the deckhand opened the door. He stood to 
one side and pushed Damon into the room and then 
entered close behind him as he closed the door. 
Damon's eyes took in the room and he saw a fat middle 
aged man sitting in an armchair. 

On the table by his side was a large glass of some sort 
of spirit. The man's face looked fat and greasy, he was 
brown and had jet black hair. A naked boy of around 
twelve was sitting on his lap and the man's hand was 
around the boy's waist and fondling his stiff little 
cock and balls. The young boy was of Asian appearance, 
brown skin, black hair and big brown eyes. 

"So you're the Englishman eh," said the man. 

Damon did not reply as he looked with disgust at what 
the man was doing. 

"Well Englishman I'm the captain of this boat and my 
friend here is called Sammy. You like eh, you think 
Sammy sexy eh," he said and then started to laugh as 
the rolls of flesh under his jaws started to wobble. 

"Now Englishman you are being signed on as a member of 
this crew. Sign that paper on the desk as it's your 
crew member certificate. You will be put ashore when we 
reach Liberia and signed off from my crew. Go sign 
Englishman," the Captain said impatiently waving a fat 
paw at Damon. 

The Korean deckhand gave him a push in the back and 
Damon walked across to the desk and picked up a pen and 
signed the piece of paper. 

"Leave it there," the Captain grunted as he put one of 
his hands between Sammy's legs. "You'll be given it 
when you leave the boat. Now the rules whilst you're 
here. Your owners want your shit hole and mouth to be 
well used. We've no women on this boat, I don't fucking 
allow it, so most of the crew are real randy. You will 
service them whenever they want to use you." 

He smirked at Damon with his oily smile. 

"You're lucky because your owners have insisted that 
only one man at each end can fuck you. No doubles or 
threesomes sharing your cunt or your mouth and no 
fisting either. You will be well treated so long as you 
keep the crew happy. Now go," he said waving his hand 
in dismissal. 

As Damon was leaving the room he saw the Captain get 
out his big thick cock and say to Sammy that he was 
ready to fuck him. Then he was out of the cabin as a 
feeling of disgust and loathing for that evil man 
overcame him. 

As the Korean led him to the crew's quarters he began 
to speak in passably good English. 

"The Captain he's Mexican and we all speak Spanish. The 
Captain he very good man and treat all crew good," he 
said. 

"But that's a young boy he's got in there, the kid's 
only about twelve and the Captain's sexually abusing 
him," Damon said his voice sounding incredulous at such 
behaviour being allowed. 

"Yeah Captain he likes boys," the Korean said with a 
grin. "Sammy has been with Captain for a year. Captain 
he fuck him all the time," he said as if this was 
perfectly normal. 

Damon just looked at the man disgustedly. The deckhand 
showed him his bunk and then started to take off his 
boots, socks and trousers as Damon sat on the bed 
watching him. Within minutes the Korean was naked and 
Damon could see that the man's cock was fully erect. It 
was circumcised and seven inches long and about two 
inches thick. 

"I fuck you now," the Korean said. "You kneel on bed 
and I fuck you."

Damon knew that he had no choice, the Captain had made 
clear to him what he was supposed to do on the boat. He 
knelt on the bed doggy fashion and was relieved to see 
that the Korean was lubricating his cock. Then the 
deckhand mounted the bed behind Damon, stuck his cock 
against the young soldier's hole and started to press 
forward with his pelvis. Damon knew what to do, Lee and 
Charlie had trained him well, he relaxed his arse 
muscle and the Korean entered him. 

Soon the deckhand was fucking Damon's cunt as hard as 
he could whilst Damon, his own cock fully erect, was 
moaning and groaning with pleasure. He could feel the 
deckhand's seven inch long cock driving in and out of 
his cunt and he used his arse muscles to squeeze the 
fuck stick as it drilled it's way in and out of his 
body. The Korean started to pant and was soon shooting 
his load into Damon's cunt as the Englishman milked the 
deckhand's cock eager to get the last drop of cum out 
of it. 

As the Korean, his balls now empty, was beginning to 
withdraw another man entered the quarters. Damon could 
not see him as he was standing behind the kneeling 
Englishman. He said something in Spanish to the Korean 
and they both laughed. The Korean now moved so that he 
was kneeling in front of Damon with his shit and cum 
covered cock under the young soldier's nose. 

"Lick Englishman, fucking lick," the Korean said as he 
held his cock close to Damon's mouth. 

Damon was well used to this now. He stuck out his 
tongue and started to lick the Korean's cock clean of 
all the shit and cum that was on it. As he was licking, 
the man who had just entered the room now got onto the 
bed. Damon grunted as he felt a big thick cock shoving 
it's way up his cunt. He continued to clean the 
Korean's cock with his tongue as the new man started to 
fuck the shit out of him. The guy was still fucking him 
when the Korean, having put his clothes back on, left 
the room. 

Word quickly spread among the crew and Damon, whilst 
being fucked up the arse by the new man, saw a naked 
Indian guy of about twenty get on the bed in front of 
him. 

"Suck my cock Englishman, suck my cock," he said as he 
offered his long eight inch brown tool up to Damon's 
mouth. 

The Indian's foreskin was pulled back and around the 
base of his cock head was a coating of thick cock 
cheese. Damon opened his mouth and took the cock in and 
started to suck and lick the cheese off before he began 
to suck the cock down his throat. The Indian grabbed 
Damon's head and started to pull it up and down forcing 
his eight inch long cock all the way down the 
Englishman's gullet. Now Damon was being fucked from 
both ends. 

That first day he serviced all the crew that was 
interested in having a young man's cunt service them 
when no females were available. In all, of the thirty 
seven crew members excluding the Captain, he serviced 
twenty eight. When he had finished his hole was red raw 
and his guts were full of cum. But at last, with no 
more customers needing his services, he was lying 
contented on his bed. He had been thoroughly fucked 
that's true but not a single member of the crew had 
used any violence on him. During the remainder of the 
two week journey to Liberia Damon was fucked many times 
each day. 

He soon came to know his favourites and they, 
invariably, were the ones with the longest or thickest 
cocks. He discovered that the Captain was generous and 
shared Sammy's favours with those members of his crew 
who were that way inclined. The twelve year old boy, 
when not keeping the Captain happy, was lent out to 
four members of the crew. Those four were not among the 
twenty eight that availed themselves of Damon's 
services. 

Damon got to talk to young Sammy discovering that the 
twelve year old had a good grasp of English. He was 
indeed from Thailand, from a sea fishing family that 
had lived on a boat, but had been kidnapped at a young 
age by pirates that operated off the Thai coast. 
Instead of murdering him, as was their normal practice 
with captives who were not worth ransoming, the leader 
of the pirate gang took a fancy to him. He became the 
man's willing sex slave. 

A year ago the Mexican captain of this ship was in 
Pusan, South Korea, picking up some containers. He saw 
the boy with the pirate chief and bought him off the 
man. Since then Sammy had been bedded by the captain 
who also shared him with members of the crew. The boy 
was full of life and also a prankster. He loved the 
Captain and enjoyed the life that he was leading. 
Nevertheless Damon felt disgusted and wished that he 
could rescue the boy from the Captain's clutches. There 
was no chance of that; he was a prisoner and was the 
property of a group of Liberians who were waiting for 
the vessel to arrive in their country. 

Two weeks and one day after arriving on the boat the 
Captain summoned Damon to his presence. Before keeping 
the appointment he was given a blue denim shirt, black 
denim trousers and a pair of open toed sandals to wear. 
It was the first clothes that Damon had worn since his 
abduction in Hong Kong. 

"We will be arriving in Liberia in three hours time," 
the Captain told Damon. "A boat will come to take you 
off before we arrive at our anchorage. What happens to 
you then I've no idea and I don't want to know. Put 
this in your pocket in case you need it when you get 
ashore. It's your crew signing on paper. Now sign this 
one." 

The Captain handed Damon another paper and a pen and 
Damon signed the bottom of the document. 

"And that's your signing off paper so now you're no 
longer a member of the crew. Pedro will get you ready 
for transfer to the other boat which will be arriving 
shortly. Now fuck off," the Captain said as Damon 
stuffed the signing off paper into his pocket so that 
it was with his signing on one. 

He left the Captain's cabin and Pedro, one of the crew 
that Damon got along with very well, was waiting for 
him. He took Damon back to the crew's quarters and, 
with apologies to the Englishman, handcuffed his wrists 
in front of him. Then he took him to the gangway and 
waited. Fifteen minutes later a motor yacht came into 
view. It drew up alongside the container vessel which 
now stopped it's engines and hove to. An African on the 
yacht threw a rope up and Pedro secured it to one of 
the capstans on the boat. 

The yacht was now up against the side of the much 
larger boat. Damon was ordered to climb down the 
gangway ladder that had been lowered. Although his 
wrists were handcuffed he was able to grip the rungs of 
the ladder and descended until he was level with the 
deck of the yacht. He then jumped onto the deck to be 
grabbed by the African and bundled below. Pedro untied 
the rope and tossed it back to the deck of the yacht 
which then sped off as the container boat drew the 
gangway ladder back aboard. The engines started up 
again and the ship made it's way to it's anchorage. 
Damon never saw it or any member of the crew again and 
they never saw him. 

As the yacht sped to shore the African who had bundled 
him below decks spoke for the first time. 

"When we get ashore you will be put in a car and taken 
out of the port. You don't say anything to anyone but 
you keep your fucking mouth closed," he said in a tone 
that brooked no argument. 

Damon's heart sank as he realised that he was now, at 
last, in the hands of the Liberians who had bought him. 
Men who, according to Lee, were viscously cruel and who 
were going to subject him to all sorts of tortures and 
serious sexual abuse before eventually killing him. He 
was going to have to face months of pain and abuse 
before death came to his rescue. 

Tears poured down his cheeks as he realised that the 
happy sea journey was now over. 


CHAPTER TWO


The yacht manoeuvred so that it was against the jetty 
and the African tossed the rope ashore. Another African 
secured the rope to the capstan. There was a large car 
on the jetty and all its windows, apart from the 
windscreen, were black. 

"Get in the car," the African ordered and Damon obeyed. 

He was sitting on the rear seat and saw his guardian 
had moved around the car to speak to the driver. He 
slid across the seat to the opposite door and opened it 
then he stepped out, half crouching as he did so. Next 
moment he was sent sprawling across the road as a 
booted foot kicked him in the side of his head. The 
owner of the foot, an African soldier with a rifle, 
came and stood over him as he called something out.

Immediately the man who had been acting as Damon's 
guardian came running around the car. When he saw Damon 
half crouching in the road holding his sore head and 
with a soldier's rifle pointing at him he let fly with 
a kick himself. This time Damon was kicked in the guts 
and he bent double whilst retching and trying hard to 
breathe. 

"Get back in the car you fucking bastard," the African 
snarled. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't 
fucking forget when I get you back to our place." 

As Damon turned to crawl back into the car the African 
gave him a kick up the arse sending him headlong into 
the back on the floor whilst the soldier stood 
laughing. Then the African also got into the back and 
closed the door. He sat with his feet on Damon's body. 
The car was stopped at the main entrance to the dock 
area and a policeman opened the car door. He said 
something to the African who passed him a card. 

The policeman stamped the card and, after glancing down 
disinterestedly at Damon, slammed the car door shut and 
waved the car through the gate. They drove for an hour 
and were soon into countryside although Damon could see 
nothing as he was still lying on the floor with his 
guardian's feet on his body. Eventually the car drove 
off the main road and followed a dusty red track 
through the bushes and scrub that was a feature of the 
land. An hour of this brought them at last to a very 
large building which was made mainly of wood with a 
galvanised tin roof. 

"Out cunt," was all the African said as he opened the 
car door and stepped out of the car himself. 

Damon got to his feet and stepped out of the car with 
his handcuffed hands hanging down in front of him. Then 
his guardian started to push him into the building. As 
they entered Damon was struck by the coolness and also 
by the difference in appearance the inside had to the 
outside. The room that they entered was very large. The 
walls were nicely panelled. The tin roof was hidden by 
a wooden ceiling whilst the floor was made of white 
tiles. The place was air conditioned and various ropes 
and chains hung down through holes in the wooden 
ceiling. 

There were also various tables, cradles with chains 
which disappeared through the ceiling and what looked 
like old fashioned stocks. Racks along one of the walls 
held whips and canes. There were cupboards with glass 
doors behind which could be seen knives of various 
sizes, stainless steel pincers, small hammers, vices 
and many other tools. There were also some tall closed 
cupboards. 

On a shelf were a row of dildos, the smallest was only 
seven inches long and about an inch across at it's 
thickest whilst the largest looked as if it were all of 
three feet long and about two inches across at the top 
of the cock head. This thickened out gradually until 
the base must have been more than six inches across. 
Hanging on hooks were all sizes of cock gags and butt 
plugs together with nipple clamps and cock and ball 
rings. In fact the place was so well equipped it would 
have been impossible to name every item in the room. 

"Get undressed cunt," the African ordered as he removed 
the handcuffs from Damon's wrists. "The bosses will 
soon be here." 

Damon, by now quite used to being naked, quickly 
removed his clothing. Then the African pushed him 
across the room to stand under one of the beams. A rope 
with a hook was hanging over Damon's head and his 
guardian pressed a button which was on a box on a post 
nearby. The hook started to lower as an electric motor 
hummed above them. When it was level with Damon's head 
the African pressed the button again and the motor 
stopped. 

He handcuffed Damon's wrists once again and then placed 
the chain joining the two handcuffs over the hook, 
pressed the button, and slowly the rope began to be 
wound up again. Damon's arms were pulled up and over 
his head and then his wrists were taking the strain of 
his body as he hung with his toes just off the floor. 
The rope continued to be wound up until Damon was 
hanging a foot off the floor and then the African 
pressed the button again. 

The man looked at Damon hanging from the hook by his 
wrists and gave him a shove which sent the young 
soldier swinging back and forth. Just then a telephone 
began to ring. The African took a mobile from his 
pocket and started to walk away from Damon as he 
answered the call. Then he left the building. 

Ten minutes later Damon heard the faint noise of an 
engine which very rapidly got louder. He recognised the 
sound as that of a helicopter and heard it hovering 
outside. Then the engine cut out so he surmised that 
the machine must have landed. He heard a door slam in 
another part of the building and now noticed that there 
were several closed doors leading off from the room 
that he was in. Thirty minutes or more passed and the 
strain on his wrists and his arm pits was growing 
intense as he hung from the hook. One of the doors 
opened and a man entered. 

The man was black and he was tall and muscular as so 
many Africans are. Tall! He was almost six and a half 
feet in height and had muscles to match. He appeared to 
be in his late twenties or very early thirties. He had 
thick black curly hair, a deep brown skin and rather 
handsome face. He had large black eyes which looked as 
cold as ice, a flat nose with very broad nostrils, 
thick red lips and a thick muscular neck. He was clean 
shaven and as naked as the day he was born. Damon 
looked at the man's lovely body and saw how well 
developed his pectorals were with very large purple 
nipples and a washboard stomach. 

He had virtually no body hair apart from thick black 
tufts under his armpits. His shoulders were broad and 
his arms thick and muscular. It was, however, his cock 
that was the most outstanding feature about him. It was 
soft and hung over a huge pair of balls like a 
hosepipe. Although soft it must have measured a good 
eight inches in length and it was almost as thick as a 
beer can. Uncircumcised the foreskin did not cover the 
whole of the purple cock head which had a thick gash of 
a piss slit running across the top of it. 

Cock and balls were surrounded by thick curly black 
pubic hair. As the man walked across the room on his 
shapely legs his muscles rippled under his dark skin. 
Despite Damon's discomfort the sight of this 
magnificent specimen of manhood sent erotic shivers 
through the young soldier's body. The African came to a 
stop in front of Damon. 

"My name is Baptiste," he stated in a deep voice. You 
will never call me that, you will always call me Sir. 
As a soldier that should come easy to you. Do you know 
why you are here?" 

"Only what I heard Lee saying," Damon answered. 

Next moment he was swinging wildly about as Baptiste 
punched him viciously in his guts. Damon could not bend 
double because of the way he was hanging but he was 
retching and coughing and spluttering from the blow. A 
large purple bruise was already beginning to show on 
his belly where the vicious punch had landed. 

"I said you will always call me Sir," Baptiste pointed 
out in a flat emotionless voice. 

"I will tell you why you are here. You are here to 
bring pleasure to me and a few very close friends. You 
will soon find out the ways that you can bring us 
pleasure. You have cost us a lot of money so you'd 
better be worth it?" Baptiste said. 

He stood looking at Damon who had managed to recover 
from the blow. 

"I understand that you have a low pain threshold, is 
that true? Do you hate being hurt?" the African asked. 

"Yes Sir it's true," Damon answered. "Please Sir I'll 
do whatever you want in order to please you. You don't 
have to hurt me to make me obey you I'll cooperate with 
your fully Sir." 

The African for the first time since entering the room 
smiled. It was not a big broad smile of happiness but 
rather a thin cruel smile which certainly did not reach 
his cold black eyes. 

"I'm going to let you witness something now Damon," he 
said. "It might enlighten you as to how kind a man I 
am," Baptiste said. 

Then he called something out in his native dialect. A 
few minutes passed and then two Africans in khaki bush 
jackets and shorts but bare footed entered the room. 
They were dragging between them another African who was 
totally naked and struggling to get free. Damon 
realised that the man being dragged in was the one that 
had taken him off the container ship. Again Baptiste 
spoke in his own tongue and the two African's dragged 
the third one to a metal table that rather resembled an 
operating table except that it had several broad 
leather straps along each side. 

They pulled the struggling man onto the table so that 
he was lying flat down on his back. Then they secured 
the straps across his neck, his chest and his stomach. 
They pulled the straps very tightly before buckling 
them up and the man on the table was then unable to 
move his body. Next his legs were pulled apart so that 
they were hanging along either side of the table. 

Each leg was strapped down with a strap across the 
thigh, one across the middle of the lower leg and one 
over his ankle. Then the two African's started to 
leave. Baptiste said something to them in their own 
language and, reluctantly, the two turned around and 
stood fidgeting uneasily as they looked at their 
brother guard strapped down on the table. 

Then Baptiste began to speak to the man on the table 
still using his native tongue. Whatever he said made 
the Liberian turn crazy as he did his best to try and 
get free from his bonds whilst he begged and pleaded, 
clearly asking for mercy although Damon did not 
understand his words, and tears poured down the brown 
cheeks of his face. 

Baptiste now spoke to Damon. "This useless guard 
permitted you to escape from the car so I have been 
informed. It was only the actions of an alert sentry 
that prevented your escape. Now you will see how I deal 
with such slack people, I'm going to ensure that he 
never passes his useless genes on to future generations 
of his family. Fortunately the bastard has no children 
yet or I would also have had to deal with them." 

Damon felt sorry for his one time guard as he saw the 
pitiless cold eyes of Baptiste. 

Again the Liberian spoke to the two guards standing 
watching. One man went to a control box on a post quite 
near to the table and pressed a button and a thin wire 
cable began to descend. On the bottom of the cable was 
a metal cross bar about two inches across. From each 
end dangled a short wire which ended in a hook. The 
cable was halted just above the waist of the man lying 
on the table. He seemed to be going crazy as he 
struggled to free himself, his big eyes were rolling 
about in his head and he was frothing at the mouth as 
he screamed words out in his native tongue. 

Meanwhile the other Liberian guard had gone to one of 
the cupboards. He came back carrying various items 
which he placed on a small table next to Baptiste. 
Baptiste first picked up a cock gag and shoved it into 
the now screaming black man's mouth strapping it 
tightly around the man's head. The poor man's screams 
were abruptly cut off and now all that could be heard 
was a muffled noise of terror from the Liberian. 

Baptiste took hold of the man's soft cock. It was six 
inches long and just over an inch thick and was 
circumcised. Baptiste had in his other hand a metal 
spike about four inches long and quarter of an inch 
thick. He pressed the point into the flesh of the cock 
that he was holding just below the cock head. Now sweat 
was pouring from his victim as Baptiste pushed hard on 
the metal spike forcing it into the flesh and then 
right through the African's cock so that it emerged the 
other side. He kept pushing until there was about one 
and a half inches of spike sticking out either side of 
the poor man's cock. Blood was dripping down each side 
of the shaft. 

Baptiste then hooked the wires hanging from the cable 
around the protruding spikes. He made sure that the 
hooks were close to the cock shaft so that they would 
not slip off the ends. Then he nodded at the guard 
standing near the control box and the man, also 
sweating profusely and looking ashen in colour, pressed 
the button and the cable began to wind back up. As it 
did so it pulled on the hooks and the Liberian's cock 
was held firmly upright at which point Baptiste shouted 
in English "STOP" and the button was pressed again. 

"Have you ever seen a man castrated?" Baptiste asked a 
green looking Damon as he picked up a length of very 
thin wire from the small table by his side. 

Then he spoke to the guard who had brought the items 
and the man went back to the cupboard. Baptiste, 
meanwhile, had taken hold of his victim's scrotum. He 
twisted it around several times until the black man's 
nuts were being held in a tight bag the skin of which 
was severely stretched and was looking a deep purple 
red in colour. 

Then Baptiste twisted the wire as tightly as he could 
around the base of the scrotum so that the nuts 
remained squeezed into the tight bag and the wire bit 
deeply into the man's flesh. As the guard returned with 
a small portable electric hot plate and a pan Baptiste 
picked up a sharp knife from the table. He spoke again 
to the guard who then plugged the hot plate into a 
nearby electric point and switched the hot plate on. 

Then Baptiste pressed the point of the knife against 
the bottom of the centre seam that divided the man's 
balls. The sharp blade sliced in with ease and Baptiste 
drew it in a curve, following the seam, towards him so 
that the two sides of the scrotum opened revealing the 
dark red bloody colour of the inside and the two nuts 
that every lusty male treasured. 

Again he spoke to the guard who was standing near him 
and the man went to another cupboard and returned 
carrying a white plate, a plastic knife and fork and a 
small bottle of olive oil. Turning away from the 
Liberian on the table whose scrotum was now gaping open 
Baptiste poured some of the olive oil into the pan and 
placed it on the hot plate which was now burning bright 
red. 

Damon was feeling very sick now as he watched the 
events unfold. True he was a trained soldier but 
nothing in military life had prepared him for this sort 
of thing. He desperately wanted to close his eyes and 
shut out the awful happenings but something prevented 
him from doing that. He felt compelled to watch 
Baptiste. 

Baptiste now inserted the sharp knife into the left 
side of the scrotum whilst he held the left nut in his 
blood covered fingers. Then he used the knife to sever 
it and his fingers emerged holding the walnut sized 
nut. Turning he dropped it into the pan of hot oil 
where it began to sizzle. He then repeated the exercise 
with the right side of the scrotum and dropped that nut 
into the oil as well. He now put the knife down on the 
table as he started to shake the pan about to ensure 
that the bollocks were cooked evenly on all sides. Once 
he was satisfied he turned the heat down so that the 
nuts were being kept warm in the pan without further 
cooking. 

He spoke sharply to the guards, both of whom were 
looking decidedly grey around their jowls, and they 
started to unstrap the now castrated African. Baptiste 
gave them a hand by removing the cock gag from his 
victim. The Liberian immediately began to scream and 
howl so Baptiste smacked him several times around the 
face and the poor man's screams died down to whimpers. 

Picking up the white plate Baptiste tipped the two 
cooked bollocks out of the pan and then, as the guard 
removed the hot plate, put the plate onto the table. He 
handed the pan to the other guard and both men began to 
collect up all the bits and pieces and then took them 
away going through a door at the end of the room. 

Again Baptiste spoke in his native tongue to the 
castrated African. The man, hate showing in his eyes, 
sat up on the table and swung his bloody legs over the 
side. Then Baptiste, using the same knife he'd used 
earlier, cut one of the cooked nuts in half, pushed the 
fork into it and passed it to the African as he gave 
him an instruction which must have been for him to eat 
it. 

The man hesitated and Baptiste spoke in a low menacing 
voice. The man looked at him with fear replacing the 
hate in his eyes and placed the half nut in his mouth 
and started to chew then he swallowed it. Baptiste then 
passed him the other half to eat. 

Responding to a shouted command from Baptiste the two 
guards came and collected the man and led him outside. 
For a few minutes there was silence and then a rattle 
of gun fire and Baptiste looked across at Damon. 

"Now my fine soldier you've seen how I keep discipline 
among my men, I bet it's far better than the way the 
British Army does it," he said. 

As he was speaking he picked up the plate which had the 
second of the guard's nuts on it. He cut the nut in 
half. He forked one half up as he stood in front of 
Damon. 

"Here soldier eat this I think you'll find it's a tasty 
bit of meat," he said holding the nut out towards 
Damon's mouth. 

Damon kept his mouth tightly closed and turned his head 
to one side determined not to eat that object. 

"If I put down this plate before you eat that half nut 
I'll have you on the table and cut off your fucking 
balls," Baptiste said in a voice that made Damon 
believe he would do just that. 

The poor young soldier turned his head back towards his 
tormentor and opened his mouth. The African popped the 
half nut in and the soldier had to start chewing and 
then he swallowed it. As he swallowed it almost got 
stuck in his throat and he was sure that he'd throw up 
but managed to control himself. Then he saw with 
amazement that Baptiste was eating the other half nut 
and obviously enjoying it. 

"When I get around to castrating you I'll be eating 
both your fucking nuts, there's no way I'll share a 
white bastards nuts with anybody else," he said as he 
licked the grease off his fingers. 

Baptiste now walked slowly around Damon. 

"I think I'll test your pain threshold, nothing too 
serious just yet as I want you to last for as long as 
possible. Anyway I don't think my friends would be too 
pleased if I spoilt their fun by overdoing things first 
time around. By the way do you like being fucked?" he 
asked as he ran his finger up and down the crack of 
Damon's arse. 

"I don't want anything from your Sir," croaked Damon, 
"just fucking kill me and get it over and done with 
Sir" he went on feeling deeply depressed. 

"No soldier I won't be killing you for many months yet, 
we're going to have lots of fun together first," 
Baptiste replied as he fondled Damon's cock and balls. 


CHAPTER THREE


Damon was hanging by his wrists from the ceiling as 
Baptiste fondled his cock and balls. Under this 
treatment the young soldier's cock quickly stiffened. 

"I'm interested to see just how low your pain threshold 
is," Baptiste remarked still playing with Damon's now 
fully erect cock. 

Then he let go of the white man's private parts and 
walked across to where the whips were. He selected one, 
a bull whip, and returned to where Damon was hanging 
with his cock sticking straight out in front of him. 

"I'm going to give you ten lashes of this whip. 
Provided that you remain silent during that time I will 
not give you any more. But one scream, one yelp, 
anything when I lash you and I add ten to the number of 
strokes that you get each time you make a sound. Do you 
understand?" Baptiste asked. 

"Yes Sir I do understand but please Sir you don't have 
to whip me. I'll do anything that you want Sir but 
please don't use that whip on me Sir," Damon pleaded. 

"Remember, not a sound or an extra ten lashes each time 
you scream out," Baptiste replied ignoring Damon's 
pleas. 

Damon clenched his jaws tightly determined not to cry 
out as Baptiste raised the whip and brought it 
whistling down through the air to wrap itself around 
Damon's waist, the tip catching him on his stiff cock. 
Damon screamed from the pain as his cock went totally 
soft. 

"Now you will receive nineteen lashes," Baptiste 
observed as he brought the lash crashing down. 

This time it struck the young soldier across his 
shoulders and Damon, despite his best intentions, 
screamed out again. 

"Twenty eight more lashes," Baptiste said with a thin 
smile on his lips although his eyes remained icy cold. 

He brought the whip down again, this time around the 
middle of Damon's body and as the lash bit into his 
flesh Damon screamed once more. 

"Thirty seven more," Baptiste said complacently. 

The next stroke was across Damon's buttocks and his 
scream earned him another ten. This was followed by a 
blow across his cock, balls and thighs and the 
screaming young white soldier heard Baptiste intone, 
"Fifty five more." 

And so it went on, sixty four, seventy three, eighty 
two, ninety one and then one hundred as Damon screamed 
after each blow from the whip. He had only received ten 
lashes so far but his body was a mess of deep red lines 
where the whip had cut into his flesh. Baptiste paused. 

"Shit you really do not have a stomach for pain, you're 
a real fucking coward. I guess Lee was right when he 
said that your pain threshold was low. He's certainly 
not sold us short" Baptiste said. Then he went on, "I 
can't keep adding ten to the number of lashes you 
receive or there'd be no ending to it. I'm going to 
give you the hundred that you've earned and then I'm 
going to fuck the shit out of you." 

Baptiste then raised the whip and started to lash Damon 
again. He spared no effort as he used all his strength 
to bring the lash whistling down through the air. He 
struck Damon across his shoulders, his back, his 
buttocks, across his chest and his belly. More lashes 
struck the unlucky young soldier across both the front 
and backs of his legs. Damon was screaming and 
shrieking but his voice got steadily weaker as the 
leather thong bit into his flesh. The deep red lines 
were beginning to bleed but that did not deter Baptiste 
one bit. 

The black man's cock was throbbing with excitement as 
he laid into Damon's body with the whip. Having reached 
eighty out of the hundred extra lashes that Damon was 
to receive Baptiste paused for a moment in order to 
rest his arm. Damon was sobbing and groaning as blood 
ran all over his white skin. The individual red lines 
left by the lash were difficult to see because of all 
the blood. 

"You're a lucky bastard," Baptiste said as he rested. 
"You've only another twenty lashes to come. You think 
this hurts, just wait until we start whipping you after 
we've peeled some of your fucking white skin off." 

Baptiste then gave an evil laugh as he picked up the 
whip again. He made sure that the last twenty lashes 
were delivered with all the strength that he was 
capable of. With just three left he decided to make 
sure Damon remembered them. The ninety eighth stroke, 
struck Damon across his soft cock and the front of his 
thighs. The young white man screamed in agony as 
spittle dribbled from his mouth. 

The ninety ninth lash curled around the side of Damon's 
thighs and the tip of the leather thong struck his 
balls. Damon felt bile rising from his stomach as he 
almost passed out from the pain. Then, with amazing 
accuracy, Baptiste made sure that on the one hundredth 
and last stroke the tip of the lash struck the man's 
cock head. Once again Damon shrieked with pain as his 
legs danced around in the air. His face was ashen and 
he almost passed out from the pain. 

"That's your lot for now," Baptiste said. 

Damon hung from the ceiling, his head hanging down, his 
body a mass of red lines covered in blood. 

"When I punish you cunt you will always say thank you 
at the end. If you do not I will simply double the 
punishment, whatever it might be. Now say thank you to 
me, show some respect you fucking useless white 
bastard," Baptiste snapped. 

"Thank... you... Sir... for... whipping... me..." Damon 
managed to drag out from deep down. 

"That's better cunt. Now I'm so fucking horny I'm going 
to fuck the shit out of you," the Liberian said. 

He lowered Damon to the ground and removed the chain 
from off the hook of the handcuffs. Damon swayed and 
staggered as he felt himself standing on his feet 
unaided. 

"Go across to the bench," Baptiste ordered as he 
removed the handcuffs from Damon's wrists. "Lay across 
it with your legs on the floor and your head hanging 
down the other side." 

Damon, too blinded by pain to even think about running 
away, staggered across to the bench and lay across it 
as ordered. Baptiste picked up a tube of KY lubricant 
on his way to join the young white man. 

"You're fucking lucking cunt because I'm going to use 
lubricant on my cock this time. I don't want to split 
you wide open before my friends have tried out your 
pussy," Baptiste said as he spread a liberal amount of 
KY over his beer can thick fourteen inch long cock. 

Damon felt scared as he saw the size of the cock that 
was shortly going to be thrust up his cunt. 

"Please Sir," he quavered. "Can I have a rest Sir, 
before you fuck me. My body hurts so much Sir, please 
let me have a rest." 

"Are you saying you don't want me to fuck you, is that 
what you're saying?" Baptiste asked in a dangerously 
cold low voice. 

"No Sir, I want you to fuck me Sir but I'd just like a 
little rest first Sir," Damon whispered in a voice full 
of fear. 

"If I don't fuck you I'll have to find some other way 
to divert myself, is that what you want?" Baptiste 
asked still in the same low voice. 

"No Sir, oh no Sir, I really want you to fuck me now 
Sir," Damon replied hastily realising the danger that 
he might be in. 

"You're fucking lucky that I feel so fucking horny," 
Baptiste grunted, "otherwise I'd be seeing how you 
looked with no fucking nipples. Now you little fuck 
pig, stop your chatter and open your cunt." 

As Baptiste said that he had positioned himself behind 
Damon with his cock pressing against the young 
soldier's hole. Damon, well experienced in being 
fucked, relaxed his sphincter as he felt the big cock 
head pressing against the lips of his cunt. Baptiste 
was grunting but he was finding it very difficult to 
force his cock into the narrow hole. He thrust forward 
a little harder and his big black cock forced Damon's 
arse lips to open wider. Baptiste's huge black cock 
entered the young white man as Damon let out a shrill 
cry of pain. He felt as if he was being split wide 
open. 

Baptiste gave a smile of pleasure, still the smile not 
reaching his cold eyes, and he forced a little more of 
his thick cock into the screaming man's body. The black 
man loved to fuck men's holes. He'd never found one yet 
that could take his thick cock without screaming their 
head off from the pain. Damon was no exception to this 
rule and Baptiste thrust forward again as the shrill 
shrieks of pain rang in his ears. 

He pulled a little way out and thrust back in again, 
out a little and then back in. Now he'd managed to 
force four inches of his black cock up the white man's 
tight cunt. Damon was screaming and shrieking with 
pain; not from the length, he could take all that 
Baptiste had to offer. It was the thickness of the cock 
that was causing him the pain and he thought that his 
bowels would be split wide open. 

Baptiste continued to thrust in and out. Five inches, 
six inches and then seven inches disappeared into 
Damon's body. His buttocks were flat as Baptiste pushed 
ever deeper and he continued to scream for mercy. 

"PLEASE STOP SIR! OH PLEASE SIR STOP YOU'RE KILLING ME 
SIR! PLEASE I BEG OF YOU SIR DON'T FUCK ME ANYMORE! 
PLEASE SIR STOP YOU'RE SPLITTING ME IN HALF!" Damon was 
screaming. 

Baptiste loved to hear his victims scream and beg for 
mercy whilst he fucked them, it made him feel real 
good. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and 
slammed back hard again. Out and in, out and in as 
eight and then nine inches of beer can thick black cock 
disappeared into the white body of the man he was 
fucking. Baptiste was panting and grunting from the 
efforts he was making whilst sweat poured off his body. 

Damon was in terrible pain. Any thoughts that he would 
enjoy being fucked by this man soon disappeared as his 
intestines stretched to take that thick black cock that 
was driving ever deeper into them. The young soldier 
could do nothing but lay over the bench whilst this big 
black brute of a man fucked the shit out of him. 

Baptiste had been driving in and out of Damon's body 
for almost twenty minutes and still had five inches of 
thick cock to go. He thrust his pelvis forward hard and 
drove in another inch of cock as the sound of a motor 
could be heard outside. Then the engine was switched 
off as Baptiste continued to fuck young Damon. A 
further ten minutes hard fucking and Baptiste had 
buried all fourteen inches of his cock up Damon's cunt 
and his big balls were grinding into the young 
soldier's firm but bloody buttocks. 

Baptiste now pulled thirteen inches of cock out of 
Damon's body and then thrust the lot back in again as 
Damon screamed from the pain. Out he came again and 
then back in, out and in, out and in as Damon screamed 
and shrieked and begged Baptiste to stop. 

Twenty five minutes after hearing the motor stop a door 
in the far wall opened and a naked West African 
appeared. He was smaller than Baptiste, about six feet 
tall, not nearly so muscular and his cock, fully erect, 
was nine inches long and only about three inches thick 
(the only be used in comparison with Baptiste's extra 
thick cock.) The man walked across to where Baptiste 
was fucking Damon and the Liberian paused with his cock 
buried to the hilt up Damon's cunt. 

"Hi Ghankay, I'm pleased that you could make it," 
Baptiste greeted the newcomer. 

"Yeah, see you're well away with the white fucking 
whore. Is what Lee has said about him true, you must 
know as I see you've given him a good whipping?" 
Ghankay asked. 

"Yeah it's true alright. I gave the fucker ten lashes 
to start with and he screamed as he received each one 
earning him and extra ten each time. He had one hundred 
and ten lashes in all." 

"Well let's stop his fucking noise, I could hear him 
screaming his fucking head off as I came in," Ghankay 
said as he went around to where Damon's head was 
hanging over the side of the bench. 

He grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head up as he 
held his nine inch cock inches from Damon's face. 

"Suck this you white fucking slut and make sure you 
suck it good," snarled Ghankay as Baptiste started to 
fuck the white man again. 

Damon, wishing that both black men would drop dead, 
opened his mouth and Ghankay shoved his cock in. Then 
Damon began to suck on it and soon had it half way down 
his gullet. He was well used to sucking cocks, both 
from his stay with Lee and Charlie in Hong Kong and 
then his further sea journey, but this was much worse 
as he had a huge thick cock pounding in and out of his 
cunt and hurting him like hell whilst he tried to suck 
on the three inch thick tool that was fucking up and 
down his throat. 

"Come on you white slut, suck my cock harder you 
fucking English whore," panted Ghankay as he continued 
to force his cock deeper down Damon's throat. 

Within five minutes Damon had swallowed all nine inches 
and now his mouth was moving up and down the black 
shaft as he sucked as hard as he could. Baptiste was 
pounding in and out of his hole as hard as he could, 
all fourteen inches of thick cock was now driving all 
the way in and all the way out. 

Ghankay and Baptiste were keeping time with each other 
as they fucked either end of the white man. Ghankay had 
a big grin on his face as he looked at the panting 
stern face of his friend. He did not speak but was 
groaning with pleasure as Damon's mouth worked hard on 
his cock. 

Then Baptiste felt his throbbing cock swell as he drove 
it deep into Damon's bowels. With a loud grunt the 
black man shot a huge load of cum into Damon's guts. 
Damon was pleased as he felt the thick cream inside his 
intestines; he knew that soon his body would be rid of 
that thick cock that was giving him so much pain. 
Baptiste pulled out and drove in again as he shot 
another load of cum in Damon's cunt. 

The young soldier was far too weak to use his arse 
muscle to milk Baptiste's thick cock. He lay sucking 
hard on Ghankay's cock as the black man fucked in and 
out of his mouth. Meanwhile Baptiste pulled out and 
drove back in again giving him yet more cum from his 
big black balls. 

In all Baptiste shot his load five times before his 
balls were empty. Then, after a short rest lying on top 
of Damon with his cock buried to the hilt, Damon pulled 
out. As he pulled his cock out of Damon's cunt Ghankay 
pulled his out of Damon's mouth. The young white man's 
cunt was wide open not having managed to close after 
the beer can thick black cock left it. 

Ghankay was around the back of Damon like a flash. His 
hard nine inch cock was driven straight into the open 
hole and Ghankay did not stop pushing forward until he 
was buried to the hilt. Then, as Damon's love channel 
started to close up and tighten around his three inch 
thick cock, Ghankay started to fuck the young soldier 
as hard as he could. 

Baptiste had not moved to the head of the white man. He 
stood in front of Damon with his huge cock, still 
almost fully hard, dripping cum, shit and blood. 

"Now you white streak of fucking piss you can lick my 
cock clean," Baptiste growled as he held the dripping 
monster under Damon's nose. 

The white man got the full smell of fresh cum, shit and 
blood mixed together. By now he was well used to that 
sort of thing and, truth to tell, enjoyed cleaning 
dirty cocks. He stuck out his tongue and started to 
lick the big fat mushroom shaped cock head. He ran his 
tongue slowly across the purple knob paying particular 
attention to the piss slit that ran across it. 

He dug his tongue in there and licked all the cum and 
shit out as Baptiste groaned with pleasure and Ghankay 
fucked away at his cunt. Then he ran his tongue around 
and down the vein lined black shaft swallowing all the 
muck as he licked it up. His tongue eventually reached 
Baptiste's balls as the black man's cock gradually got 
softer. Once Damon had cleaned the man's cock so that 
it was spotless he opened his mouth and closed it 
around the huge mushroom shaped top and started to suck 
hard on it. 

Ghankay was fucking in and out as hard as he could and 
now Damon was finding the fucking more pleasant. The 
black man's cock, three inches thick, was just about 
the right thickness for the white man to enjoy. He 
started to work his buttocks up and down as Ghankay 
fucked in and out of him. 

"Look the white fucking slut is having a ball, look at 
the way the cunt's working his buttocks," sneered 
Ghankay as he fucked away as hard as he could. 

Baptiste pulled his cock from the white man's mouth and 
held his head up by the hair. He was using his left 
hand to hold Damon's head up and now, using his right 
hand, started to slap the young soldier hard across 
first one cheek and then the other of his face. 

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! Went Baptiste's hand as Damon's 
head moved from side to side. 

"You like being fucked don't you whore? You love having 
black cocks up your white fucking cunt don't you slut?" 
Baptiste said punctuating each word with a hard slap. 

Damon's face was deep red from all the smacking and he 
couldn't have answered even if he'd wanted to as his 
teeth was chattering from the battering the sides of 
his face was getting. All the while Ghankay was fucking 
the soldier as hard as he possible could. 

Baptiste let Damon's head drop and moved away from him 
as Ghankay started to shake and tremble. Then the man 
started to shoot his load into Damon's bowels to join 
that of his friend's load of cum. He really unloaded in 
one massive explosion filling Damon's guts with his 
cream as his balls emptied rapidly and he grunted and 
panted with passion. 

Baptiste was not one to hang around once he'd fucked a 
victim. He always pulled out immediately he'd shot his 
load and this time was no exception. Having emptied his 
balls in one huge lustful thrust Baptiste pulled his 
cock out of Damon's cunt. He went around to Damon's 
head and, using the white man's hair, pulled it up so 
that the young soldier could see his still hard black 
cock. It was covered in cum and just the tiniest hint 
of brown and not a sign of any blood. 

"Now you white stinking lump of shit," Ghankay snarled, 
"get my fucking cock cleaned up for me and make a 
fucking good job of it too." 

Damon started to lick the cum off Ghankay's cock and as 
his tongue cleaned the purple cock head and black shaft 
Ghankay was uttering quiet groans of pleasure. 

Then he spoke to Baptiste saying, "Brother I'm fucking 
starving I really need something to eat." 

"I'm ready for a meal myself," Baptiste replied. 

Baptiste called to a guard who came running into the 
room. He rattled off some instructions to him using the 
guard's native tongue. Then the man went hurrying out. 

Damon was now licking Ghankay's big black balls and 
enjoying the task a lot. 

"That was a good idea of yours to tell that fucking 
guard to give this slut a meal and then have him let 
the whore get cleaned up," Ghankay said as he pulled 
his cock away from Damon's face. 

"Yeah we don't want the slut to starve do we," Baptiste 
replied with a chillingly cold laugh. "Come on lets go 
and get our meal," he said putting his arms around his 
friends shoulder. 

Then the two left the room without a backward look at 
Damon. 

The young soldier remained where he was laying across 
the bench for a further twenty minutes. He was too shit 
scared to move. The guard entered through the main door 
and he was carrying a plate of steaming food. He 
indicated to Damon that he should sit at the table and 
eat. 

The Englishman had not realised how hungry he was until 
he started the meal. Then he devoured it very quickly 
whilst the guard stood looking at him with a big 
friendly grin on his face. Having finished eating the 
guard led Damon across the room to one of the several 
doors. He opened it and pushed Damon into the new room 
which turned out to be a bathroom with toilet and 
shower. He indicated to Damon that he could use the 
toilet if he wished. 

Damon sat on the seat and, quite unembarrassed by the 
watcher, had a good shit and a piss. Then the guard 
handed Damon a hosepipe and indicted that he should use 
it to clean his bowels. Once Damon had attended to that 
matter the guard indicated to Damon that he should now 
have a shower and this the young soldier did. 

He soaked under the stream of warm water and used the 
soap lavishly. Despite the uncomfortable feeling he'd 
got whilst the water bounced off his tortured flesh 
Damon felt like a new man as he cleaned himself. Once 
showered the guard allowed him to dry himself and 
Damon, using the towel with great care on his cut and 
bruised skin, got himself dry. 

The guard led Damon back to the table and indicated 
that he should sit down. Then the black man left 
closing the main door behind him. 

Damon sat at the table his whole body aching and 
burning as he waited for Baptiste and Ghankay to 
return. His brain toyed with the idea of trying to 
leave the building but he recalled the rattle of 
gunfire that he had heard when the castrated guard was 
shot. Despite the fact that earlier he had wished 
himself dead, Damon did not risk trying to flee. 

Instead he sat waiting patiently for the Liberian's to 
return. 


CHAPTER FOUR


Damon sat unmoving for another two hours before he 
heard a door opening. Baptiste and Ghankay entered the 
room, Baptiste his usual unsmiling face whilst Ghankay 
had a big smile on his face. They walked across to 
where Damon was sitting and Ghankay spoke to him. 

"You ready for me to play with you slut, you ready for 
this black man to play with you?" he asked with a sneer 
as Baptiste stood by the side of Damon." I have to do 
whatever you say" answered Damon in a low voice with 
his eyes downcast. 

Next minute he was sent sprawling across the floor as 
Baptiste punched him on the side of his face. 

"When you speak to us to say SIR, DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU 
CALL US SIR!" Baptiste shouted angrily as he kicked 
Damon in his balls. "Now stand up you lump of white 
shit and be respectful when you speak to your betters," 
he snapped. 

Damon was lying on the floor bent double with his hands 
holding his painful balls. He had a couple of attempts 
at standing up but did not manage it until his third 
try. He stood in front of the two Africans, dribble 
running from his mouth and tears from his eyes, looking 
a very unhappy young white man. Just then one of the 
guards came running in and handed Baptiste a mobile 
phone. Baptiste moved away from them as he answered the 
call. When he returned his face was like thunder. 

"Shit" he said in English to Ghankay, "I've got to take 
the chopper back to Monrovia, dad's going berserk. I'll 
be back tomorrow morning. Make sure you prepare this 
jerk properly for his nights rest." 

Ghankay did not seem particularly put out by Baptiste's 
news. 

"Don't you worry brother," he replied. "After I've 
played with this white pig for a while I'll make sure 
that he is comfortable for his nights rest." 

As the African said that he uttered a loud cackle of 
mirth as if what he'd said was very funny. 

"No breaking of limbs or cutting bits off him," warned 
Baptiste, "Koffa and Gyude have not played with him 
yet." 

Then Baptiste left the room leaving Ghankay and Damon 
alone together. 

Ghankay went to one of the cupboards and returned 
carrying a box. Then he pressed a button on a control 
box on one of the short posts dotted about the room. 
Once again a metal cable began to be lowered from the 
ceiling. It had a large hook on a swivel attached to 
the chain. 

Ghankay, still not speaking to Damon, pulled one of the 
soldier's arms out in front of him and snapped a 
handcuff around his wrist. Then he grabbed Damon's 
other arm and handcuffed that too after which he placed 
the connecting chain over the hook. He raised the metal 
cable until Damon's arms were stretched out over his 
head and then he stopped the motor. 

He next got a length of thin cord from the box. 
Kneeling in front of Damon he took hold of the 
Englishman's bollocks and started to fondle them. 

"I bet you'd like to knee me in the face wouldn't you 
honky?" Ghankay asked as he played with Damon's balls. 
"But you're a typical gutless white lump of shit that 
likes to dress up in smart uniforms and strut around 
lording it over black trash like me. You haven't the 
nerve to kick out at me you fucking English coward" he 
sneered twisting Damon's balls viciously as he finished 
speaking. 

Damon gasped and yelped as his balls were twisted. 
Ghankay now tied the end of the cord around the base of 
Damon's scrotum making sure that both nuts were in the 
bag. He pulled the cord as tightly as possible so that 
Damon's scrotum was standing out from his body with his 
two balls safely inside. Damon started to tremble as he 
recalled the way the guard had been set up for 
castration. Ghankay had ensured that the knot of the 
cord was level with the seam that ran down the centre 
of the scrotum. 

He now pulled the freed end of the cord over the 
scrotum following the seam and started to knot it on 
the opposite side to the first knot. As he did so he 
pulled very hard on the cord which started to divide 
the scrotum into two halves with a nut in either half. 
He pulled the cord so tight that the two halves were 
stretched to their limit and the soldier's scrotum skin 
was as tight as a drum skin. He then wound the cord 
around the base of Damon's cock once again. 

The young Englishman's cock and balls were now standing 
out from his body and his cock appeared to be totally 
separated from his balls. Ghankay seemed quite pleased 
by his handiwork as Damon groaned due to his balls 
beginning to ache. 

The next thing that Ghankay took from the box was two 
pairs of fetters. He attached one ring of the first 
pair of fetters to Damon's left ankle and then attached 
one ring of the second to his right ankle. He lowered 
the metal cable and unhooked the chain of the handcuffs 
from it. Then he removed the handcuffs from Damon's 
wrists and tossed them to one side. 

"Bend over slut and get your hands down to your 
ankles," the West African ordered. 

Damon, a surge of relief passing through him as he 
realised that he was not going to be castrated, bent 
over as ordered. Then Ghankay attached the second 
fetter of the left one to Damon's left wrist and the 
right hand one to his right wrist. Now the young 
soldier, his balls tightly bound, was manacled in the 
bending position with his wrists attached to his 
ankles. 

Ghankay went to the rear of Damon, knelt down and 
reached through his legs for his bound balls. He had 
taken a short length of thin wire from the box. One end 
of the wire ended in a metal ring whilst the other end 
had a clip. The African fixed the clip into the cord 
that was dividing the two halves of Damon's scrotum. 

Then, making sure that the wire was pulled out from the 
back of the young soldier's legs, he slipped the ring 
over the swivel hook hanging from the metal cable. The 
cable was so low that no pressure was applied to the 
wire and Damon's tied balls hung, like two big 
balloons, between his legs whilst his cock stuck 
straight out from them. 

The West African gave a big grin as he went to the 
control box on the post and pressed the button. Slowly 
the cable started to rise to the ceiling. As it did so 
the wire connecting it to Damon's balls began to 
straighten and tighten. Then it started to be pulled 
upwards towards the ceiling pulling Damon's bollocks 
between his legs so that they were sticking out behind 
him. Then Damon toppled face forwards as his bollocks 
began to be raised upwards. 

The young soldier began to scream in agony as the cable 
went higher and his body was lifted from the floor by 
his bollocks. He shrieked and yelled in pure agony as 
Ghankay allowed the cable to lift him three feet from 
the floor. Damon was now hanging from his bollocks 
which were already stretching alarmingly. His head feet 
and ankles were closest to the ground whilst his 
buttocks were up in the air. The highest point of his 
body, however, was his bollocks and cock as he dangled 
helplessly in the air. 

Ghankay was like a little kid as he danced around the 
screaming young white soldier. He kept pushing him 
around so that young Damon was swinging in a circle by 
his balls as he shrieked and screamed in agony. 

"Does that feel good white scum, do you like your balls 
being stretched?" Ghankay giggled as he kept his 
victim's body on the move. 

Damon was in far too much pain to reply. His balls felt 
as if they were being pulled out from his body by the 
roots. He had never felt such pain as this and it went 
through every nerve in his body. Ghankay now calmed 
down a little and he walked across to the rack of 
canes. He selected a very thin one and returned to 
Damon. 

"Say thank you Sir for stretching my balls for me," 
Ghankay ordered the screaming soldier. 

Damon was in too much pain to say that, he just 
continued to scream. 

THWACK. Ghankay struck Damon across his upturned 
buttocks narrowly missing his cock. The cane bit into 
the young man's flesh leaving a deep thin red line. 

"Be a good boy and say thank you," Ghankay ordered as 
Damon sobbed and screamed. 

THWACK, the cane landed again across the young man's 
buttocks. 

"Say thank you cunt, show how grateful you fucking 
are," Ghankay ordered as he struck him again and again. 

"OW! THANK... YOU... OW! OW! THANK YOU!" young Damon 
managed to scream out after the sixth stroke of the 
cane across his buttocks. 

Now the young soldier had a red mist of pain in front 
of his eyes. His body swung about on his bollocks as 
the African played with him. 

"That's good slut, that's very good but you forgot to 
call me Sir," purred Ghankay. "Now let's see how much 
you enjoy this thrashing which I'm giving you as a 
reminder that you must always be respectful to your 
black masters. After all you are nothing but white 
fucking scum." 

Then he started to cane Damon's buttocks with a rapid 
succession of strokes, nine in all, each one biting 
deeply into the white man's tender flesh and some 
drawing blood. 

"You're fucking white scum, what are you cunt?" panted 
Ghankay as he continued to ply the cane. 

"OW! GOD HELP ME! OW! STOP, OH FUCKING STOP! PLEASE... 
YOU'RE KILLING ME! I'M SCUM, I'M FUCKING SCUM SIR!" 
Damon managed to shout out at last. 

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Went the cane. 

"White fucking scum, that's what you are. What are you 
honky, what the fuck are you?" Ghankay demanded to know 
as he beat the shit out of Damon. 

"I'M WHITE FUCKING SCUM SIR! OW! I'M WHITE... OW! 
FUCKING... OW! SCUM... OW!  ...SIR!!" shrieked Damon as 
he howled every time the cane landed across his 
battered buttocks. 

They were bleeding freely now as the cane was splitting 
Damon's skin.

"You like having your white arse whipped boy, you like 
the cane do you?" Ghankay asked as his cock throbbed 
with excitement and pleasure. 

"I LIKE IT! OW! SIR... I... OW! LIKE IT SIR... OW! 
THANK YOU. OW! ...SIR!" Damon screamed as the cane 
continued to bite into his raw flesh. 

At last, three quarters of an hour later, after 
goodness knows how many lashes from the cane Ghankay 
stopped his punishing treatment of the young white 
soldier. Damon's buttocks were now a bloody mess whilst 
his bollocks seemed to have stretched beyond anyone's 
imagination as he hung suspended from them in one 
blinding red mist of pain. 

"Shit I'm so horny I'm going to have to fuck you," 
Ghankay said as his throbbing cock leaked a continuous 
dribble of pre-cum. 

He went to the control box and punched the button and 
the metal cable began to lower the soldier. Slowly he 
descended and his feet and hands were the first to 
touch the floor and as the cable lowered further the 
strain was taken off his cock. He was now on the floor 
with his feet, hands and head touching it and his 
bloody buttocks stuck up in the air. 

Ghankay removed the ring from the hook and left it 
attached to the cord around Damon's balls. The young 
English soldier was sobbing with pain and his balls 
were badly swollen from the mistreatment they'd 
received whilst blood ran down the sides of his body 
from the deep cuts across his buttocks. 

Ghankay did not bother about lubricating his erect 
cock. He mounted Damon and thrust his hard weapon 
straight up the young white man's cunt not bothering 
about the blood on Damon's buttocks. One thrust was 
enough for him to bury his cock to the hilt. Then he 
started to fuck in and out of the Englishman's hole. 

"Yeah you dirty fucking white slut you love black men's 
cocks don't you?" Ghankay panted as he fucked away as 
hard as he could. "You want to be fucked don't you 
honky, you fucking white bastards are all male fucking 
whores" he said ramming in and out of Damon's body as 
fast as he could. 

For twenty minutes he fucked Damon like that keeping up 
and endless tirade of abuse. Damon's cunt was still 
aching from the earlier fucking by Baptiste and the 
pain from his buttocks and bollocks was sending him 
crazy. He no longer enjoyed being fucked and he wanted 
Ghankay to stop but he dare not tell him that. He just 
remained in his extremely uncomfortable position as 
Ghankay thrust his cock in and out of his bowels. 

Then Ghankay's balls tightened and his legs started to 
tremble and he rammed his cock all the way into Damon's 
cunt. As he did so he exploded inside the young 
soldier's bowels filling Damon's guts with his cum. For 
once the black man was not shouting expletives, rather 
he was panting, grunting and groaning as he shot a 
second load of cum into young Damon and then managed a 
third load of his juice into the young soldier. 

Ghankay never wasted time leaving his cock in a cunt 
once he'd shot his load. This time was no different, he 
pulled out of Damon's body and stood by the young white 
man with his cock dripping cum. He bent down and 
released Damon's hands from the cuffs and gave him a 
kick which knocked him over. 

"Now kneel and lick my cock clean you cum loving 
fucking miserable shit of an English soldier," the 
black man snarled. 

Damon, still in agonising pain from his buttocks and 
balls, knelt in front of his tormentor and started to 
lick his cock clean. 

"That's it you cock sucker get my big black cock 
spotless. Take my cum and swallow it down your honky 
fucking throat," Ghankay said as he watched with an 
amused expression on hi face as Damon licked all the 
cum off it. 

"When you've finished licking my cock I've got to tuck 
you up in bed," chuckled Ghankay. "You're going to have 
a busy day tomorrow because Koffa and Gyude as well as 
Baptiste will all be playing with you as will I of 
course." 

Damon had finished licking Ghankay's cock clean and the 
West African gave him a hard kick. 

"What have you forgotten to say cunt, come on you 
fucking white whore show respect to your betters" he 
snapped. 

"Thank you Sir for fucking me and for letting me clean 
your cock with my tongue Sir," Damon replied in a voice 
as humble as he could possibly make it. 

All the poor young soldier wanted now was to be allowed 
to go to bed and have a good nights rest. 

To one side of the room was a wooden platform about 
twelve feet long and four feet wide. Across the foot 
and the head was round poles mounted on posts either 
end. The right hand side of each post had a large metal 
wheel fixed to the pole that extended through the post. 
The metal wheels each had a small handle sticking out 
to make the turning easier. 

The rear pole had a rope wound around it and the rope 
was suspended from the ceiling through a pulley. The 
other end of the rope had a hook on it and dangled down 
over the bench. The pole across the top of the bench 
had two ropes wound around it, one either end. Each 
rope lay loosely on the bench and the free ends were 
attached to single handcuffs. Also above the bench two 
thin metal wires hung down. The end of each wire 
finished in a metal spring clip. 

"Go and lay down on that bench over there on your back, 
that's your bed for the night," Ghankay said as Damon's 
heart sank. 

As he walked slowly, oh so slowly, across to the bench 
he realised that he was not in for an easy night. He 
looked back at Ghankay who was following him and for a 
moment a feeling of madness came over him as he 
contemplated attacking and, hopefully, killing the 
black man. Maybe Ghankay realised what he was thinking 
because he called out softly, "Try it whore, just try 
it you white fucking scum." 

The moment passed and Damon resigned himself to his 
fate. He climbed onto the bench and lay down on his 
back. Ghankay positioned his victim so that Damon's 
ankles were about a foot away from the bottom cross 
post and level with heavy metal fetters attached to 
either side of the bench. He snapped the fetters shut 
around Damon's ankles and then moved to the top of the 
bench. 

"Put your arms over your head," grunted Ghankay and as 
Damon obeyed he grabbed the soldier's right wrist. 

Then he pulled down the single cuff attached to the 
right hand rope. It was not long enough to reach his 
victim's limb so Ghankay went to the wheel and turned 
it unwinding some more of the rope. This time he was 
able to cuff Damon's right wrist and quickly did the 
same to the soldier's left wrist as both ropes had 
unwound when the wheel had been turned. Ghankay 
returned to the wheel and started to turn it in the 
opposite direction and soon all the slack in the ropes 
had been taken up. He continued to turn it as Damon 
started to groan because his arms were now being 
stretched up towards the cross post.

Still Ghankay turned the wheel and now Damon's arms 
were trembling from the strain being placed on them and 
the black man pushed down a brake that prevented the 
wheel from moving. Because Damon's ankles had been 
fettered to the side of the bench and there was no play 
in the fetters, when the wheel had been stretching 
Damon's arms it had also been stretching his whole body 
and the soldier's muscles could be seen twitching and 
trembling as the strain on his body never relaxed. 

Ghankay now pushed a button on a control box on a 
nearby post. The two wires from the ceiling slowly 
lowered until the spring clips were resting on Damon's 
chest. Ghankay smiled at the soldier as he picked up 
one of the clips and pressed the spring to open the 
metal jaws. 

"You'll love this soldier, this will certainly make you 
sit up. Oh I forgot, you aren't feeling like sitting up 
at the moment," the black man joked as he closed the 
metal jaws of the left hand side clip around Damon's 
left nipple. 

As the metal jaws closed and dug into the base of the 
young soldier's purple nipple Damon let out a scream of 
pain and then started to moan as it felt as if that 
part of his chest was burning. Ghankay then closed the 
right hand side clip over Damon's right nipple making 
the young Englishman scream out again before he lapsed 
into his moans. Once the nipple clamps were secured 
Ghankay pressed the button again and the metal wires 
started to rise up towards the ceiling. As Damon 
squealed with pain the African allowed the wires to 
rise until the soldier's nipples were being stretched 
upwards by the clamps. 

Ghankay now picked up the hook that was hanging from 
the rope over the pulley. He pulled the hook towards 
Damon's badly abused bollocks. The thin cord was still 
in place together with the wire and the metal ring. He 
placed the ring over the hook and went to the wheel at 
the foot of the bench. Then he started to turn it. The 
rope began to wind back on the post and, as it did so, 
it pulled the wire attached to Damon's bollocks 
upwards. 

Still Ghankay turned the wheel and now the young 
soldier's bollocks and cock began to be pulled up 
towards the ceiling. Damon started to scream loudly as 
more pain ran through his badly abused private parts 
but Ghankay still turned the wheel. He did not stop 
until Damon's buttocks had been lifted clear of the 
bench by his bollocks. Then Ghankay put the brake on 
the wheel so that it could not move. Damon was 
screaming and crying as the pain from his stretched 
balls became unbearable. 

The West African returned to the control box on the 
post and pressed the button again. Once more the metal 
wires started to rise up towards the ceiling stretching 
Damon's nipples even more. The poor soldier was already 
screaming from the pain from his bollocks. This was 
just more pain to add to his total misery. Now there 
was clear space between the bench and the upper part of 
Damon's back as he was lifted off it by his nipples. At 
that point Ghankay pressed the button to stop the wires 
being raised any further. 

"If you're lucky fuck bag your bollocks and nipples 
will stretch so much that you will be resting back on 
the bench. Anyway have a good night and I'll see you 
with the others in the morning," Ghankay said. 

Then he started to walk away from the bench calling to 
the guard as he went. The guard came running and 
Ghankay gave him some terse instructions and then he 
left the room by one of the far doors. The guard went 
out of the main door and locked it behind him after 
first switching out all the lights. 

Damon was left suspended over the bench by his bollocks 
and nipples whilst his whole body was being stretched 
lengthways. All that could be heard in the darkness was 
his moans and sobs of pain. 

And that is how Damon spent his first night as a guest 
of his new Liberian friends. 


CHAPTER 5


At ten o'clock the following morning Ghankay walked 
into the room where Damon had been left by him the 
night before. As he entered he switched on the lights. 

Damon, still suspended by his bollocks and his nipples, 
was moaning quietly although his body was now numb from 
pain. He'd not had a very good nights rest although, 
surprisingly enough, he had fallen asleep from time to 
time but never for longer than one hour at a time. 
Ghankay approached him and examined his cock, balls and 
nipples very closely. 

"Morning whore, did you have a good nights rest?" he 
asked the moaning young soldier. 

"Yes thank you Sir," Damon managed to croak. 

"Hm, the rest will be arriving in about two hours. I'll 
get these fucking bonds off you and then you can use 
the cunting bathroom and after that have something to 
eat. One of the guards will see to your fucking needs," 
Ghankay said as he pressed the button that lowered the 
wire ropes. 

Slowly the wire cable descended and Damon's upper back 
was resting on the bench then, as the cable slackened 
even more, the strain was taken off his nipples. Next 
Ghankay turned the wheel at the foot of the bench and 
Damon's lower back and buttocks slowly sank down on the 
bench. He turned the wheel a little more so that the 
wire from his bollocks slackened off. 

After that Ghankay went to the wheel at the top end of 
the bench and turned it so that the two ropes attached 
to Damon's wrists slackened off and the young soldier's 
body ceased to be stretched. It was a simple job to 
remove the fetters from the Englishman's ankles and 
wrists. Then Ghankay untied the cord from around 
Damon's bollocks and for the first time in many hours 
his scrotum was able to swing free. 

"You'll love this slut," Ghankay grunted as he removed 
the heavy spring clips from Damon's nipples. 

For a moment Damon just lay on the bench and then he 
started to gasp and groan as the blood slowly started 
too fill his nipples. The pain was sharp but lasted 
only a few seconds before the young soldier's nubs were 
full. They stood proudly out from his chest and they 
had certainly been well stretched over the night hours. 
Ghankay grabbed the sore nipples and started to twist 
and tug them as Damon moaned from the pain. 

Whilst he was playing with the young white man's 
swollen nipples the black man called out in one of the 
West African state's many dialects and the heavy main 
doors were opened. An African guard, not one of those 
on duty the previous night, entered and approached 
Ghankay who gave him a stream of instructions. Then 
Ghankay left the main room. 

As he left he called over his shoulder to Damon, "Go 
with the guard you lump of cowardly white shit. The 
fucker speaks a little English and he'll tell you what 
he wants you to do. Make sure you obey him or you'll 
finish with a bayonet up your cunt." 

Chuckling at that Ghankay left the room. 

Damon was taken to the bathroom and allowed to use the 
toilet. Then, like the night before, he had to clean 
his insides with a hosepipe. After that he was allowed 
a shower and then taken back to the main room where he 
was left to stand and wait. Fifteen or so minutes later 
another guard came in with a plate of food for the 
prisoner. He slammed it down on the table and indicated 
that Damon should eat. The young Englishman's cutlery 
was made of plastic but that did not deter him from 
tucking into the meal. The guard went to the main door 
and remained standing there. 

As Damon ate he heard the sound of engines in the 
distance. They got steadily louder until they were 
clearly just outside the building when the engines 
stopped. The guard came back and picked up Damon's 
empty plate and cutlery and walked out of the main 
doors with it. Damon was left sitting at the table 
waiting to meet all four members of the club that had 
bought him. 

At this point it is worth saying something about the 
club. It was not a club at all, Baptiste merely used 
that description to confuse people like Lee who 
sometimes supplied him with victims. The four West 
Africans, Baptiste, Ghankay, Koffa and Gyude were all 
from very rich families, families which ruled Liberia. 
They did not work but their parents gave them a huge 
annual allowance so that they were able to indulge 
their every whim. 

The four had been friends from school days but it had 
not been until they were in their late teens that they 
discovered they all had a penchant for causing pain. 
They were doing military service although in their case 
it was more like play acting because nobody dared give 
them orders or cross them. They heard that a rebel 
soldier had been captured and asked their CO if they 
could question him. Of course the CO did not dare say 
no so they went to the prison where he was being 
questioned by the security police. They too did not 
dare refuse these four men their request and they left 
them with the young prisoner. 

The rebel was only eighteen years old and clearly was 
only a foot soldier who knew nothing of help to the 
government. The security police had already arrived at 
that conclusion and the young man had barely been 
tortured. That was until Baptiste and his three friends 
arrived on the scene. First Koffa held him upright from 
behind whilst Gyude and Baptiste took turns at kicking 
him in his bollocks. As the four Liberians were wearing 
full uniform including combat boots it was pretty 
painful for the young soldier. 

Over the course of six hours they broke every limb of 
his body, they gouged out his eyes and pulled every 
tooth from his head. Koffa did for the first time 
something that became his special art. He cut the young 
man's tongue out, not in one piece but bit by bit. At 
the end of six hours the poor rebel soldier was 
unrecognisable but his torturers had not finished yet. 

They had him released into their custody and took him 
away from the prison with them. He could not walk, 
speak or see and, as he was dragged to their military 
vehicle, he left a trail of blood behind him. Even 
seasoned members of the security police were sickened 
by what they saw but they did not dare interfere. 

The four cruel men took the rebel to a holiday home 
that they had on the coast. Over the next two days they 
discovered something else that they all had in common. 
They discovered that they loved to fuck men whom they 
had physically abused. Fortunately for the young rebel 
soldier, because of the earlier terrible treatment he'd 
received, he died before they progressed much beyond 
each one fucking him both up his shit hole and down his 
throat. But that was the start of their 'club'. 

They resigned from the military and spent their days 
seeking out and kidnapping likely victims on whom they 
could practice their arts. They used their considerable 
wealth to bring in victims from other countries. The 
more men they practised on the more extreme became 
their actions until nothing was too evil for them to 
consider doing. They were totally depraved and most 
probably slightly insane. 

These were the men in whom hands Damon now was; the 
first white man they'd ever had and he'd cost them a 
lot of money. They had all agreed that he must be 
allowed to live for many months whilst they gradually 
increased the severity of his treatment. If, by some 
accident or because of some action of his, Damon was to 
die prematurely then that would be hard luck. But at 
least they would know what not to do in similar 
circumstances in the future. 

The far door opened and Baptiste entered closely 
followed by Ghankay. Behind him came two more black men 
walking side by side. They were of similar build and 
appearance to Ghankay although probably three years 
older than him. One of them had a circumcised cock 
which was already fully erect. It was eight inches long 
and about two inches thick. The second one had a semi 
hard cock. Even though not fully erect it was already 
seven inches in length and more than three inches 
thick. They walked swiftly across to where Damon was 
sitting but, fortunately for him, the young Englishman 
quickly stood up as they approached him. 

Ignoring Damon completely they started to talk among 
themselves using English as they spoke. What Damon had 
not realised was that English was the official language 
of Liberia although most of the uneducated population 
used one of more than twenty three different dialects 
that was spoken in that country. 

His bollocks look pretty swollen," one of the new 
arrivals remarked. 

He was the one with the larger cock. 

"That's because he's been hanging from them Koffa," 
Ghankay replied with a laugh. "What do you think of his 
nipples? That's after only one night having them 
stretched." 

The other new arrival, obviously Gyude, started to pull 
and twist Damon's sore and swollen nipples as the young 
soldier tried hard not to make a sound. 

"Hm they need a lot more treatment they're not nearly 
big enough yet," Gyude said. 

"Come on guys let's stop pissing around. I want to 
start playing with this bastard," Baptiste said as his 
cold eyes stared unblinkingly at the white man with not 
a hint of pity in them. 

"Well I want to fuck him," Koffa stated, "I'm as horny 
as hell already." 

"So do I," Gyude said rubbing his semi hard cock. 

"Good," Baptiste who was clearly the leader said. 
"Ghankay and myself will see how loudly we can make him 
scream whilst you two either take turns at fucking his 
cunt or give it him from both ends." 

"Both ends," Koffa and Gyude replied in chorus. 

Damon was now shaking with fear. He was scared shitless 
of Baptiste whom he had seen castrate one of his own 
men and then ordered him to be shot. Ghankay clearly 
hated whites but did not seem to have such a cold and 
calculated cruel streak as did his leader. But to have 
both of them 'playing with him' whilst the other two 
fucked him did not sound good news to the young 
soldier. He waited to hear what he was expected to do. 

"I think we should first pull his teeth," Baptiste 
suggested. "If he starts to feel real pain and bites 
down on a cock in his mouth it could be rather a bloody 
affair." 

Gyude looked at Damon. 

"Do you want your teeth removed or can I be sure that 
you will not bite my cock when it's in your mouth?" he 
asked staring hard at Damon with his big black eyes. 

"I'll not bite you Sir, I promise I'll not bite Sir," 
Damon said with a note of urgency in his voice. 

Gyude turned back to the group. 

"I say we leave his teeth for the moment, those can 
come out when we're really pissed off with the white 
slut," he said. 

"Come on Gyude," Koffa said with a chuckle, "admit it 
you love to have teeth running up and down your cock, 
you like that feels." 

"Whatever" answered Gyude, "but I vote his teeth stay 
in for now." 

"Okay guys we're not going to quibble about such minor 
matters but just remember Gyude, if the whore bites 
your cock off you've only yourself to blame," Baptiste 
said. 

"Look what say Koffa and me take turns at fucking his 
cunt, let's say ten minutes at a time" was Gyude's 
answer. "I can always have him give me head when 
there's no danger from his teeth." 

"Right slut get over here with me" snapped Baptiste 
walking across to a small oblong shaped bench. "Lay 
across that lengthways with your fucking feet on the 
ground" he ordered. 

As Damon obeyed the four Africans got busy. They placed 
his feet either end of a spreader bar and closed the 
fetters around his ankles. Then they widened the bar 
until Damon's legs were stretched so far apart that he 
thought he would be split in half. The cheeks of his 
arse were almost flat because of the distance his legs 
had been stretched. Then Koffa, his cock now a 
magnificent ten inches in length, started to lubricate 
his weapon. Meanwhile Gyude had gone to the top end of 
the bench. 

Damon's head was sticking out from the end and Gyude 
buckled a strap that was fixed to the sides of the 
bench across the back of the young soldier's neck so 
that he could not raise it from the surface of the 
bench. Then Gyude began to lubricate his eight inch 
long fuck stick. Ghankay had buckled a strap across the 
middle of Damon's back so that the young man could not 
raise his torso from the bench. Then Baptiste and 
Ghankay pulled out flat wooden planks, rather like 
arms, from either side of the bench. They positioned 
Damon's arms along these wooden planks so that they 
rested on top of them, palm downwards. 

Next they buckled up two sets of straps attached to the 
sides of the wooden arms. One set of straps was buckled 
across Damon's upper arms and one set across the back 
of his wrists so that neither of his arms could be 
lifted. Then Baptiste and Ghankay pulled up chairs and 
sat either side of the bench by the wooden arms. They 
had already set out two small tables on which certain 
tools had been laid. 

"Make sure you two give this white slut a good fucking 
whilst Ghankay and myself make the building ring with 
his screams" said Baptiste in his cold humourless voice 
whilst his huge cock throbbed with excitement at the 
thought of what was to come. 

Koffa and Gyude had agreed between themselves which 
would fuck Damon's cunt first. It was Gyude who would 
take the first ten minute shift and they both reckoned 
that they could fuck the white whore between them for 
more than four hours. Gyude stood behind Damon and 
placed his cock against the young soldier's closed 
cunt. He pressed forward and Damon, intent on avoiding 
a painful entry into his body, relaxed his sphincter 
muscle. Gyude, with a sigh of pleasure, drove his black 
cock into the white man's bowels. 

Baptiste and Ghankay looked at each other and then 
Ghankay said "you first." 

Baptiste took Damon's hand into his and stroked it and 
then started to push it upwards against the joint. 
Damon could not lift his arm to prevent this as it was 
strapped securely down. He started to scream as 
Baptiste exerted more pressure forcing his hand 
backwards towards his wrist. 

"Seems the white lump of shit likes that" Ghankay said 
and started to do the same to Damon's other hand as 
Gyude, all eight inches of his cock up Damon's cunt, 
was fucking in and out of the screaming young white 
soldier. 

For ten painful minutes the pressure was kept on 
Damon's hands as Gyude fucked the shit out of him. Then 
a chimer that had been set up rang and Koffa, his ten 
inch long cock dripping pre-cum from his excitement, 
jumped to his feet. 

"My turn," he said as Gyude pulled his cock out of 
Damon's cunt. 

At the same time Baptiste and Ghankay relaxed the 
pressure on Damon's hands as they let go of them. Koffa 
wasted no time and shoved his ten inch long cock 
straight back up Damon's shit hole. He started to fuck 
him as hard as he could as Damon groaned both from pain 
and pleasure. The pleasure was not going to last long. 
Koffa was ramming his cock in and out of Damon's cunt 
and enjoying the feel of the young soldier's hot hole. 

The two Africans sitting either side of the bench now 
took hold of Damon's thumbs. Baptiste picked up a pair 
of pincers from the table and placed the stainless 
steel jaws around Damon's thumb nail whilst he held 
that digit firmly with his other hand. Damon could not 
see what Baptiste was doing as his head was bobbing up 
and down from the powerful thrusts in and out of his 
cunt by Koffa. Ghankay held Damon's other hand in one 
of his and, using his other hand, started to press the 
young soldier's thumb backwards against the joint. 
Damon, still feeling Koffa's hard cock pounding in and 
out of his intestines, started to scream as the pain 
from his thumb intensified. 

Baptiste gave a thin smile which did not reach his cold 
eyes. 

"Let's hear your roar of approval for this soldier," he 
rasped out. 

Then, using the pliers, he began to pull and twist on 
Damon's thumb nail as he tried to rip it off the young 
man's thumb. 

Then the chimer went off to indicate that another ten 
minutes had passed. Gyude had already taken up his 
position and shoved his cock straight back up the 
screaming white man's cunt. 

Damon was shrieking as part of his nail tore away from 
his flesh and still Ghankay kept up the relentless 
pressure on his other thumb whilst Gyude fucked away at 
his cunt as hard and fast as he could. Then suddenly 
Damon's thumb went back and touched his wrist as the 
pressure from Ghankay's hand forced it out of its 
socket and the young soldier almost passed out. Gyude 
was still fucking in and out of Damon's cunt as 
Baptiste pulled more of the nail away from the flesh of 
his thumb. Damon was shrieking with pain and once again 
the chimer went off. 

Koffa replaced Gyude immediately and shoved all ten 
inches of his cock straight up Damon's shit hole as the 
young soldier shrieked and screamed. 

Baptiste was now twisting the half torn nail around and 
slowly tearing it from the white man's tender flesh. 
Damon was hoarse from shrieking and his body was bathed 
in sweat. The pain from his nail being slowly ripped 
out drowned out the pain from his other disjointed 
thumb. 

Koffa was fucking in and out as hard as he could and 
sweat was pouring from his dark brown body. The more 
Damon portrayed the pain that he was in the harder 
Koffa fucked in and out of him. 

Baptiste twisted the nail some more and now it was 
hanging on by only a few shreds of red flesh. He 
twisted and pulled with the pliers and the young 
Englishman's nail was off. 

Then the chimer went off to indicate that yet another 
ten minutes had passed. Damon was covered in sweat, his 
face was ashen from pain and he had bit his tongue so 
that blood was pouring from his mouth. 

Once again Gyude had taken up position and he shoved 
his cock straight back up young Damon's cunt. 

"Fucking hell that was a good fuck" Koffa remarked, 
"when you ripped his nail off his hole closed like a 
vice around my cock. Shit that really felt good." 

Baptiste had already taken hold of Damon's hand again 
and this time he was exerting pressure on the soldier's 
thumb just the way that Ghankay had done on the other 
thumb. Damon, being fucked once more by Gyude, was 
shrieking and screaming as Ghankay started using 
pincers on his thumb nail, the same thumb that had been 
forced out of it's socket. Now Ghankay and Baptiste had 
reversed roles whilst Gyude was doing the fucking. 

"Yeah you love this don't you scumbag?" Ghankay said 
gloatingly. "You like a bit of pain whilst you're being 
fucked don't you." 

He twisted and pulled and twisted some more as slowly 
Damon's nail was pulled free from the flesh holding it 
in place. Damon was beyond screaming now, his mouth was 
frothing and tears poured from his eyes whilst his 
body, trembling and shaking was covered in sweat. Then 
as Gyude thrust in and out of his cunt, Damon's thumb 
was put out of joint by Baptiste. Still Gyude continued 
fucking the soldier whilst Ghankay worked away at his 
nail. Then, as Damon passed out, the nail came free and 
Ghankay held it up between the jaws of the pincers 
triumphantly. 

Again the chimer went off and Gyude withdrew from the 
unconscious young man's cunt. 

"Shit man his arse muscles really clench when he's 
being fucking hurt bad," Gyude remarked as Koffa 
stopped the chimer. 

"He's a fucking white bastard coward" sneered Ghankay, 
"I've had plenty of Liberian bastards who've not 
screamed at all whilst every finger has been broken." 

"Now Ghankay you tell the truth" Baptiste replied. 
"Admit that you'd ripped their fucking tongues out 
first." 

"Maybe and maybe not," Ghankay retorted, "but this 
fucking white bastard is nothing but a fucking cowardly 
wimp," he said as Damon began to come round. 

Both the young Englishman's hands were swollen now and 
they were throbbing with pain. Damon had never suffered 
this way before and once again he was wishing that he 
was dead. 

Koffa stood up, started the chimer, and shoved his cock 
straight back up Damon's cunt whilst Ghankay and 
Baptiste started to work on his small fingers. Over the 
next twenty minutes they disjointed both fingers and 
also removed the nails whilst Koffa and Gyude fucked 
the shit out of him. 

Damon was making odd sounds but his voice had given up 
on him as he lay firmly secured to the bench. Then 
Baptiste announced that he'd leave the other fingers 
for another day. Damon was too far gone in pain for 
Baptiste's words to have any effect on him. He lay 
being fucked, this time Koffa was back up him, as 
Ghankay and Baptiste sat back for a moment. 

Then Baptiste spoke to Ghankay. 

"Watch this I bet I'll make the white bastard scream 
again," he said with a cruel smile. 

He picked up a knife as Ghankay leaned over to watch. 
The chimer had gone and Gyude had taken his place 
behind Damon and was fucking the shit out of the pain 
filled young soldier's body. Then he drew a neat circle 
with the razor sharp tip of the blade on Damon's 
shoulder blade. The circle was marked out in a thin 
bead of red blood. 

Baptiste picked up a pair of tweezers and peeled the 
skin inside the circle away from the flesh. Now Damon 
had a small circle of red raw flesh showing. He was 
moaning louder now but still his voice was not able to 
raise a scream as Gyude came to an end of his ten 
minutes. 

Koffa was now fucking Damon, fucking him as hard as he 
could, whilst Baptiste, a non smoker, lit up a 
cigarette. He drew hard on the cigarette until the end 
glowed red. Koffa was fucking away at Damon's hole. 
Baptiste slowly lowered the glowing tip of the smoke 
until it was just above the red raw circle of flesh. 
Damon could feel the heat on his raw flesh and his 
shoulder twitched in automatic reaction and then the 
young Englishman let out a thin reedy scream of pain. 

Baptiste had lowered the red hot tip of the cigarette 
and pressed it into the circle of red raw flesh. The 
red turned black as smoke rose from Damon's body and 
the smell of burning flesh pervaded the room. Koffa had 
not missed a stroke whilst this was going on and had 
been fucking poor Damon all the while as hard as he 
could. 

Damon was now blubbering like a young baby. 

"Let me have a go, let me try that Baptiste," Ghankay 
said jumping up and down as the chimer went off once 
more. 

Gyude replaced Koffa and started to fuck the pain 
filled body of the blubbering young white man. 

Baptiste passed the knife to Ghankay keeping hold of 
the burning cigarette. 

"Okay make the circle on his other shoulder blade and 
then I'll give you the cigarette," he said. 

Then Ghankay went to work. The circle he made was 
opposite that of the one Baptiste had done. The 
Liberian took his time as he slowly peeled the skin 
from the flesh. He took a full ten minutes so, once 
again, Koffa and Gyude changed places and Koffa resumed 
his delightful task of fucking the crying white man. 
Ghankay took the burning cigarette from Baptiste. He 
put it between his thick lips and drew on it until the 
tip glowed a bright red. 

Just like Baptiste he took his time as he slowly 
lowered it towards the red raw circle of flesh. Then he 
pressed the cigarette against Damon's flesh and, as the 
flesh turned black and the smell again filled the room, 
Ghankay held it there cackling aloud with pleasure. 
Damon managed to scream but his voice was now very weak 
as his whole body shook with pain. Koffa was thrusting 
in and out of the young man as Damon was on the point 
of passing out once more. 

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Koffa panted as he started 
to shoot his load up Damon's cunt. 

Damon, filled with pain as he was, still felt the 
African's cream filling his bowels and managed to work 
his arse muscles so that he was milking his rapist. 
This movement was involuntary of course; Damon was in 
no state to think for himself. Koffa just kept fucking 
in and out of the white man as he shot more of his cum 
into Damon's body. Then his balls were empty and he 
pulled his cock out. 

Gyude was back up the poor soldier like a flash and was 
thrusting his cock in and out of the Englishman's cum 
filled hole. He was fucking as hard as he could and 
enjoying the feel of Koffa's cum lubricating his cock 
as he fucked in and out of Damon's cunt. 

"You can forget the chimer boys," Gyude panted as he 
heard it going off. "I'm fucking this bastard until I 
fill him full of my cum." 

Baptiste and Ghankay were watching with interest as 
Gyude fucked in and out. Koffa was at the young 
soldier's head making him lick his cock clean of cum 
and shit. Barely conscious Damon was doing his best 
with his tongue as he felt the other black man's cock 
thrusting in and out of his cunt. Then he felt the 
black cock inside his intestines begin to swell and 
heard Gyude puffing and panting as he thrust in and 
out. Then he felt the black man's warm cream begin to 
fill his bowels. 

Gyude kept driving in and out as his big black cock 
spurted his semen into the white man's cunt. He loved 
the powerful feeling it gave him to know that he was 
fucking this white piece of arse. He did not stop until 
his balls were quite empty and then he pulled his cock 
out. It was covered in cum, both his and Koffa's, but 
there was very little shit on the black fuck stick. 
Gyude moved around to where Damon's tongue was still 
cleaning Koffa's cock. 

"Move over brother I want this white bastard to have my 
cock down his throat," Gyude said and Koffa, his cock 
now nice and clean, moved out of the way. 

Gyude thrust his cum covered cock into Damon's mouth 
and, despite the fact that it was only semi hard now, 
he thrust it straight down Damon's throat. 

"Suck my cock you white bastard, come on you white lump 
of shit suck my cock and suck all our nigger cum off 
it," he snarled as Damon did his best to obey. 

Damon's whole body was full of pain. This young soldier 
who would have done anything to avoid the slightest of 
aches now discovered what real pain was. He had a 
blinding red mist in front of his eyes as Gyude kept 
thrusting his rather soft cock in and out of his 
throat. Damon did his best to keep sucking in the hope 
that the four Africans would now leave him alone. 

About ten minutes elapsed whilst all but Damon and 
Gyude took it easy. Then Gyude, his cock really soft 
now, pulled it out of Damon's aching mouth. He pulled 
up a chair and sprawled in it sitting next to his three 
friends whilst Damon lay sobbing with pain where they 
had left him. The four men discussed what to do next. 
It was 1600 hours and they wanted to while away a 
couple of hours before they went and had a meal. After 
they had eaten they would return and have some sex fun 
with Damon before turning in for the night. 

But what to do for the next two hours? 

"Let's all get a cane, string the bastard up by his 
thumbs and little fingers, the ones we have forced out 
of their sockets, and then cane the shit out of him," 
Ghankay suggested. 

"Yeah and his toes cane be just touching the ground so 
that he will be able to dance around on them as we cane 
him" Koffa said. 

"Okay let's get him off the table and strung up," 
Baptiste said giving the suggestion his approval. 

They released Damon from the table but he was too weak 
to walk. Ghankay solved that problem by dragging him 
across the room by his hair as Damon cried out from the 
pain. They lowered two chains, two of the many, hanging 
from the ceiling. Baptiste in the meantime had got an 
electric drill. Gyude held Damon's hand down on a 
nearby bench whilst Ghankay and Koffa sat on his legs 
and body. Baptiste placed the drill near to the base of 
Damon's thumb, switched it on, and drilled a neat hole 
straight through the flesh and bone so that the end of 
the drill went into the bench beneath the screaming 
young Englishman's thumb. 

"See the fucking white cunt can scream when he wants 
to" Baptiste said in his cold voice as he removed the 
drill from the thumb and pushed a thick wire through 
the hole. 

He passed the drill to Gyude and took his friend's 
place at holding Damon's hand down. 

"Now drill a hole through his little finger," Baptiste 
said and that is exactly what Gyude did. 

He then pushed another piece of thick wire through 
Damon's little finger. 

"Okay get his other hand on the bench now," Baptiste 
ordered. 

"Can I do this one?" Ghankay asked eagerly, "I've never 
drilled through flesh and bone before." 

"Sure thing" Baptiste answered and Gyude passed the 
drill to Ghankay. "Gyude you go and sit on his legs 
now" he said. 

Ghankay then drilled though Damon's thumb and threaded 
a thick wire through the hole. He then passed the drill 
to Koffa and they changed places when Baptiste pointed 
out that Damon had passed out. 

"Not to worry," Baptise went on, "get his little finger 
done and then we'll use the pliers to twist the ends of 
each piece of wire together so that they can be hung 
over the hooks on the chains. If he's not come round by 
then we'll piss over him and that should wake the 
fucker up." 

They formed the four pieces of wire into four loops and 
then hung the two loops on his right hand over one of 
the hooks and the other two over the other hook. Then 
Koffa pressed buttons on a control panel and the chains 
began to be pulled back up to the ceiling. Koffa 
stopped the chains moving when Damon's arms were over 
his head and the wire loops were beginning to take the 
strain of his body. The young soldier was still lying 
on the floor but he was now coming round again. 

As consciousness returned young Damon began to scream, 
the sounds from his throat sounding very hoarse as his 
gullet was sore from his yelling. 

"Get him up Koffa," Baptiste ordered as he saw that the 
young soldier was now conscious. 

Damon's hoarse screams changed to shrieks of pain as 
the chains started to ascend once more. The young 
Englishman's thumbs and little fingers were pulled 
upwards and that made Damon's body start to lift. The 
chains continued relentlessly upwards as Damon howled 
his head off and the four black men grinned as they 
watched. They kept the chains moving until the tips of 
Damon's toes were just touching the floor and then they 
stopped them. 

"Damon we want you to show us black nigger boys just 
how brave a white English soldier is" Baptiste said 
mockingly as he stood in front of the white man looking 
up at his pain wracked face. "We will be leaving here 
to have a meal in just over an hour and a half. Until 
we go we are going to cane you, all four of us will be 
using canes on you and we want you to do some pretty 
dances for us. I hope that you don't disappoint us," 
the African said in a chillingly evil voice. 

All four Liberians now stood around Damon who looked at 
them with pain filled eyes. He was moaning and spittle 
was dribbling from his mouth. His arms were above his 
head suspended from the ceiling by his thumbs and 
little fingers, all of which had been disjointed and 
the nails pulled out. Cum was leaking from his shit 
hole and running down his legs and his bollocks looked 
red and swollen. 

Baptiste was the first to raise his cane and he struck 
Damon a hard blow across his shoulders. He was 
immediately followed by the other three black men and 
they all started to slash Damon's body with the canes. 
Damon started to cry out in a hoarse voice as he tried 
to move away from the blows using his toes to do so. At 
the same time he was leaping up and down as several of 
the strokes from the canes struck his shins and thighs. 

"He's starting to dance real pretty for a white fucking 
bastard," Ghankay crowed as he aimed a blow from the 
cane across Damon's swollen bollocks. 

At the same time Koffa was striking Damon's buttocks 
with his cane whilst Baptiste was concentrating on his 
shoulders and Gyude on his legs. Damon was in agony as 
he jumped about on his toes to try to evade the rain of 
blows. The more violent his movements the more pain he 
got from his thumbs and little fingers as they pulled 
down on the wires that had been put through them. 

There was no relief for Damon as the four big black 
men, their bodies sweating from their efforts, rained 
blow after blow over the white soldier's quivering 
flesh. Deep red lines, many now bleeding, covered Damon 
from the back of his neck down to his heels and from 
the top of his chest down to the bottom of his legs. 

Damon, despite his weakening condition, was still 
jumping around as the canes bit into his flesh. The 
Africans were laughing as they caned him and all their 
cocks were fully erect and throbbing with excitement. 
They were so caught up in the fun that they were having 
with the young soldier that they continued until well 
after six. Baptiste was the first to notice that a big 
clock on the wall showed the time as almost half past 
six. 

"Shit brothers it's fucking 1830," he said as he tossed 
aside his cane. "Let's go and get a fucking meal I'm 
starving after all this exercise." 

"What about this white cunt," Gyude asked looking at 
Damon who was moaning and groaning as he hung from the 
ceiling. 

The others stood looking at him and he was a sight to 
behold. His whole body was a mass of deep red lines 
running with blood. His head was hanging down and his 
mouth was open as he gulped in precious air and snot 
was running from his nose. 

"Thank... you... Sir... thank... you... Sir... thank... 
you... Sir," Damon was managing to gasp out as his 
brain told him that he had to say that if he was to 
avoid further punishment. 

"I'll get one of the guards to get him down and take 
him to get cleaned up. They can feed the fucker as 
well. I want him to be recovered by the time we come 
back to fuck the bastard," Baptiste said. 

"Whilst you're briefing the guard I'll give this white 
fucking bastard a few more strokes of the cane," 
Ghankay said. 

As Baptiste called to a guard who came running in from 
outside Ghankay started to cane Damon again. This time 
he was trying to concentrate on Damon's belly but 
because of the way the young soldier was jumping up and 
down on his toes the cane was also striking his cock 
and balls. Poor Damon was groaning, no longer capable 
of screaming, as the guard was given his orders. The 
black guard, whilst listening to Baptiste, was looking 
at Damon receiving a thrashing with pity in his eyes. 

Baptiste started to move off and Ghankay tossed aside 
the cane and followed behind with Koffa and Gyude. 

The guard pressed the button to lower the chains and 
asked Damon in good English if he was able to stand by 
himself. Damon, in a hoarse and cracked voice, said 
that he thought he could. As gently as possible the 
guard lifted the wires off the hooks and then pressed a 
button to allow the chains to go back up to the 
ceiling. Damon was swaying as he stood unaided by the 
guard. The guard told him to lean on him and led him to 
the bathroom. 

Damon tried to use the toilet but was unable to. The 
guard, apologetically, told Damon that he had to clean 
his insides. The young soldier could not grip the hose 
pipe because of the state of his hands so the guard did 
it for him and his insides were washed out. Then the 
guard ran the shower for him and Damon got under it. He 
could not grip the soap so, once more the guard came to 
his assistance. 

First the black man stripped naked so that his khaki 
shirt and shorts would not get wet. Then he got into 
the shower with Damon and soaped the young man's body 
all over as Damon winced from the stinging pan that 
resulted from this. Then the guard remained by Damon's 
side as the white man washed all the soap off his body. 
Despite all his aches and pains, the terrible throbbing 
from both his hands and the burning sensation where 
Baptiste and Ghankay had pulled his nails and burnt his 
flesh , Damon felt much better as he told the guard 
he'd finished. Then the guard, who was truly very kind, 
gently dried Damon's badly abused body with a towel. 

Damon croaked his thanks as the guard gently dried his 
cock and balls. As Damon felt the man's gentle touch on 
his private parts his cock started to stiffen despite 
the strokes from the cane that it had received. The 
guard smiled up at Damon as he stroked the young man's 
cock with his hand. 

"Hey man I'd love to play with you and we could have a 
great time in bed together but I dare not because if my 
masters found out they'd fucking castrate me and then 
have me shot" the guard whispered to his prisoner. 

Damon simply replied that he understood and thanked the 
man for helping him. He was crying as he spoke, the 
kindness of the guard having affected him badly. 

Then the guard took him back to the main room and told 
him to sit at the table. He left Damon on his own, the 
main door unlocked, and Damon with no restraints to 
stop him from running away. The young soldier just sat 
at the table his mind a blank apart from the terrible 
pains he was feeling from every part of his body. 

Later the guard came back with his meal. The man had 
cut it up into small pieces so Damon was able to use 
his undamaged fingers to pick the food up and eat it. 

Then he waited for the four cruel black men to return. 


CHAPTER SIX


Damon sat waiting for Baptiste and his three friends to 
return. His whole body ached and burned, especially his 
thumbs and little fingers. He started to think that 
maybe if he was to make a dash for freedom the guards 
would shoot him and all his troubles would be over. 

All he could see of his future life would be one of 
ever increasing pain as the four black men tortured his 
pain wracked body. But what if the guards did not kill 
him? Then Baptiste would surely carry out his threat to 
cut off one or both of his feet and he would be in a 
far worse position than he was in at the moment. 

A black cloud of despair filled him as he decided that 
his only way out was to find a way of committing 
suicide, one that he could be sure would succeed. He 
started to look around the room for possible ways of 
carrying out this deed when one of the far doors opened 
and the four black men returned laughing and talking 
together. 

"I hope you're ready for some fun now cunt," Ghankay 
said as he approached the sitting young white man. 
"We're all as horny as hell so you're going to have 
plenty of sex fun." 

Damon, his mind still on suicide, looked at Ghankay 
with pain filled eyes but he did not respond. Next 
moment he was laying on the floor and Koffa and 
Baptiste were kicking his ribs and his bollocks. 

"When your masters enter the room you fucking stand up 
you white lump of shit" Baptiste snarled as he kicked 
the screaming young man once again in his balls. 

"Now get on your fucking hands and knees and kiss our 
feet and say how sorry you are to each one of us" he 
went on still kicking the screaming young man as hard 
as he could. 

Then Koffa and Baptiste stopped kicking him to allow 
the poor young man to get onto his hands and knees. 
Damon, his bollocks hurting like hell as were his ribs, 
managed to get into the required position. He crawled 
across to Baptiste, the nearest black man to him, and 
then he lowered his head and kissed the man's big black 
toes. Then he looked up at his torturer. 

"Please Sir I'm very sorry that I was so disrespectful 
to you Sir," he mumbled and then started to crawl 
across to the next pair of feet, those of Koffa. 

Again he kissed the black man's toes and then repeated 
his apology. 

"Say it again you white fucking scum and this time 
don't fucking mumble. I want to hear you speak 
clearly," Koffa snarled as he kicked Damon in the face. 

"Please Sir I'm very sorry that I was so disrespectful 
to you Sir," Damon said in a louder and much clearer 
voice. 

He then kissed Gyude's toes and apologised to him. 
Finally he crawled across to Ghankay and started to 
kiss his toes. Ghankay lifted his foot. 

"Kiss the bottom of my foot you white miserable 
bastard, lick it as well you whore," Ghankay snapped. 

Damon knew far better than to disobey this order. He 
had no dignity or self respect left anyway. He was just 
white scum and these black men were his masters and he 
knew that now. He kissed the sole of Ghankay's foot and 
then he licked it and continued to lick the foot until 
Ghankay pulled it away from him. Then Damon repeated 
his apology to the last African and remained kneeling 
on his hands and feet. 

"In future cunt when anyone of us enters the room and 
you are not in restraints you will immediately kneel 
down on your hands and knees and wait for our orders," 
Baptiste stated. 

"Not just when we enter but if any guard enters you 
will do that. From now you will never stand upright in 
front of black men unless you are ordered to," Ghankay 
said. 

Baptiste looked at his friend and smiled. For the first 
time the smile reached his eyes. 

"Good idea Ghankay I can see that white fucking scum 
brings the best out of you," he said. 

"Oh shit I need a piss," Gyude said, "I'll only be gone 
a few minutes." 

"Where you going?" Ghankay asked. "We've a perfectly 
good urinal kneeling in front of us. Go on piss in his 
mouth." 

"That's right," Baptiste said, "let the white fucking 
slut have a drink." 

Then he looked at Damon. 

"Have you ever had a drink of piss before?" he asked. 

"Yes Sir," Damon replied "Charlie and Lee sometimes 
made me drink their piss and whilst I was on the boat 
some of the crew members would piss in my mouth Sir." 

"Well here the rules are simple," Baptiste said. "When 
one of us pisses in your mouth you swallow it all. You 
don't spill a drop. If you spill any then the person 
pissing in your mouth will give you ten strokes of the 
cane across the soles of each of your feet." 

"Come on you white whore," Gyude said with urgency in 
his voice, "get my cock into your mouth now or I'm 
likely to piss myself." 

Damon now moved so that he was kneeling up and he 
opened his mouth and closed it around Gyude's black 
cock. He had hardly closed his lips around the thick 
stem when his mouth was full of hot acidic tasting 
piss. He started to swallow as hard as he could as the 
pissed poured into his mouth and down his throat like a 
torrential stream. He did not mind the taste of piss; 
in fact rather like cum he enjoyed it. 

The black man's piss was certainly very strong tasting 
and Damon closed his eyes as he kept swallowing hard. 
Baptiste and Ghankay were watching very closely to make 
sure that not even the slightest dribble of piss 
escaped from his lips. Gyude had not been joking when 
he had said that he was bursting for a piss and his 
strong tasting stream lasted for six minutes. Damon's 
throat was working overtime as he swallowed the lot and 
managed to keep his lips closed tightly around the 
black shaft. At last Gyude's bladder was emptied and 
the flow of piss petered out. 

Gyude placed his black hands around Damon's head. 

"Suck my cock now you white slut, come on you whore 
suck my big black cock," he growled. 

"Hold on Gyude," Baptiste said. "Let's get him into the 
cradle so that we can all have fun." 

For a moment a flash of resentment showed in Gyude's 
eyes and then he pulled his cock from Damon's mouth. 

"Thank you Sir for pissing in my mouth and letting me 
suck your cock Sir," Damon said like a robot as the 
four black men laughed. 

They were pleased at the servility the white man was 
showing them. 

Baptiste walked across to where a 'cradle' hung by four 
chains from the ceiling. 

"Over here whore," he snapped and Damon, back down on 
hands and knees, crawled across to his master like an 
obedient dog. 

Ghankay, Koffa and Gyude, all sporting huge erections, 
brought up the rear. 

Baptiste made Damon lay face up on the canvass sheet 
which had a chain attached at each corner. Once he was 
on it his head and neck overhung the top end and the 
bottom end reached down to his waist. His buttocks and 
legs were hanging over the end and his arms were 
hanging down either side of the cradle. Koffa and Gyude 
each grabbed one of his legs and placed a fetter around 
each ankle. The fetters had a metal hook soldered to 
the outside rim. 

They pulled his legs up in the air at the same time 
pushing them back towards his head until his ankles 
were touching the chains. Then they hooked the fetters 
into a link of each chain so that Damon's legs were 
held up in the air and his buttocks were sticking out 
over the end of the canvass. Whilst Koffa and Gyude had 
been doing this Baptiste and Ghankay at taken hold of 
Damon's arms and placed a fetter around each wrist, 
these fetters also having a metal hook on the outer 
rim. 

Baptiste could not resist twisting Damon's swollen and 
nailess thumb making the young soldier scream. Ghankay, 
a willing learner, quickly did the same to Damon's 
other thumb. Then they pulled Damon's hands up into the 
air as high as they could get them and hooked each 
fetter into a link of the chain. That was all they 
needed to do to have the young white man's body secure 
and accessible for all their desires. 

Damon's hands were throbbing with renewed pain from the 
rough treatment whilst his bollocks and ribs were still 
aching from the latest kicking. He now lay moaning 
whilst waiting the latest sexual abuse that he was 
going to suffer. 

"I want his cock and balls," Koffa said, "I've never 
tasted a white whore's cum and I want that pleasure 
whilst he's still able to produce it." 

Then he gave a chilling laugh. 

"I'm having his cunt," Baptiste announced without 
elaborating further. 

"Well he's already started to suck my cock so he can 
continue where he left off," Gyude said. 

"Shit that only leaves me his fucking nipples," Ghankay 
said disgustedly. 

Then he cheered up. 

"I'd like to put rings in his nipples to make it easier 
to stretch them and maybe give him a nice pattern 
around them. Will that be okay Baptiste?" 

"Sure let's have the white slut screaming a little 
whilst we fuck the bastard silly. It'll be interesting 
to see if Koffa can make the white whore cum whilst 
you're using a bit of torture on the cunt," Baptiste 
said. 

All Damon could do was lay and listen as they decided 
how to use his body. 

"Open slut and start sucking. I want all eight inches 
of my cock down your white fucking throat and I don't 
mind you running your teeth up and down it whilst I 
face fuck you" Gyude said. 

The other three men looked at each other and chuckled 
as they recalled how Gyude had resisted their intention 
to pull out the white man's teeth. 

Baptiste decided that he was not going to use any 
lubricant. The white whore was going to have to get 
used to taking all his fourteen inches of beer can 
thick cock without any grease to make the going easier. 
The black man loved to rough fuck his victims, the 
more...


CHAPTER SEVEN


At 0900 hours the next morning the main door opened and 
the lights were switched on. Damon was groaning with 
pain and his body was covered in sweat. Jallah and 
another black guard, a large burly man of about thirty, 
walked across to where the white man was restrained. 

Jallah did not speak to Damon but addressed the other 
guard in dialect. Then, having lowered him back down 
onto the bench, they started to remove the various 
restraints which was torturing Damon's body. Finally 
they turned the handles to slacken the ropes that were 
stretching his body so cruelly and they removed the 
fetters from his ankles and wrists. They burly guard 
beckoned to Damon to follow him. Damon crawled off the 
platform and stood up on shaky legs as he started to 
walk behind the guard. Next moment he was flat on the 
floor as Jallah kicked him in the back. 

"You crawl white slut, you fucking crawl on your hands 
and knees," the hitherto kind man said with a snarl. 

Jallah was determined not to be caught out again by 
Baptiste or his three friends. Damon, tears flowing 
from his eyes at the man's unexpectedly cruel 
behaviour, started to crawl along on his hands and 
knees. He followed the guard into the bathroom. 

"This guard will attend to you," Jallah said pointing 
to the other black man. "He doesn't speak English so 
you had better watch his signs carefully. He's dying to 
use the fucking cane on you." 

Then Jallah walked out of the room. 

The remaining guard indicated that Damon should use the 
toilet and he did. Then he handed the white man the 
hosepipe and indicated that Damon should clean his 
bowels out. The poor young man could hardly grasp the 
pipe because of the state of his hands but the guard 
did not offer to help him. He managed to get the end 
into his hole as the guard turned on the water. Soon 
his bowels were full and he expelled the contents into 
the toilet bowl. He did this a second time, and then a 
third. As he started to hold the hosepipe in place for 
the fourth and final time it slipped from his fingers 
and fell on the floor. 

The guard was angry and slapped Damon's face several 
times making his head ring from the blows. Then he bent 
down and picked up the hosepipe and shoved it up the 
white soldier's cunt. He pushed it in a full five 
inches before making clear to Damon that he should hold 
it there. Then the guard turned on the tap and watched 
as Damon's belly started to swell. 

Damon was groaning with pain as the water kept flowing 
and his belly got bigger and bigger. The guard was 
laughing as he watched the white soldier's discomfort. 

"You baby, you baby, you baby?" he asked questioningly 
pointed at Damon's ever swelling belly. 

Then the guard turned off the water and Damon, crouched 
over the toilet, pulled the hosepipe out from his arse 
using his painful hands. He expelled the water which 
left his body in a loud powerful whoosh. The water was 
clear and the guard was satisfied as he indicated the 
shower. 

Damon started to walk across to it when, again, he was 
kicked to the floor. The guard placed a big black foot 
on the small of his back and pushed him hard into the 
tiled flooring. Then, removing his foot, the guard 
pointed to the shower and Damon crawled across to it. 
He was allowed to stand up once he was under the shower 
head and he then cleaned himself. When he turned the 
water off the guard tossed him a towel with which he 
dried himself. 

The guard then indicated that Damon should follow him. 
This time the white man got down on his hands and knees 
and crawled behind the burly guard. They returned to 
the main room where Damon was given a plate of food by 
Jallah. The plate was placed on the floor in front of 
him and he had to eat it like a dog whilst the two 
black men stood watching. 

Jallah's face remained grim as he watched the poor 
young white man trying to cope with the food using the 
six fingers of his hands that had not been abused. The 
burly guard had a big grin on his face as he kept 
making comments to Jallah. As he was speaking in 
dialect Damon had no idea what he was saying but it was 
clearly taking the mickey out of him. 

Once he had managed to finish his meal the two guards 
made Damon return to the platform and he was again 
restrained exactly as Baptiste and his friends had 
demonstrated to Jallah the night before. Then the men 
left the room switching the lights out and locking the 
main door behind them. 

In the evening two different guards came and released 
Damon. He crawled to the bathroom and repeated the 
morning's routine. On return to the main room he was 
again fed on the floor before the guards put him back 
on the platform. One of them, the largest of the two, 
seemed to take great pleasure in forcing the butt plug 
back up his aching rectum which was now well and truly 
stretched. As the guard forced it back in his hole the 
black man made some comment to his fellow guard and 
they both started to laugh. 

They left the room after turning out the lights and the 
door was locked behind them. Damon was in terrible 
agony as he hung from his nipples and balls whilst his 
body had been stretched even tighter this time and the 
weights hanging from his thumbs and little fingers felt 
as if they weighed a ton. 

Apart from the two brief periods when he had been 
released by the guards he had hung this way for almost 
twenty four hours and still had another twelve hours at 
least to go. 

Morning came but brought him no relief. Unbeknown to 
him Baptiste had telephoned to tell the guards that 
they were to leave him where he was. The four friends 
would deal with him when they arrived back. 

They arrived back at 1000 hours. One hour later they 
all entered the room laughing and joking together. 
Baptiste looked down at Damon and saw the pain crazed 
look in his eyes. 

"Well white trash have you had a good rest whilst we've 
been away?" he asked. 

Damon did not answer his mind was focused on all the 
pain that he was in. 

"Hey Ghankay did you rip this white fucker's tongue out 
before we left him here?" Baptiste called out to his 
friend. 

"No but if the fucking ignorant white bastard doesn't 
show proper respect and answer when he's spoken to by a 
black man then I will fucking rip it out as obviously 
he's got no use for it," Ghankay replied. 

Damon blinked his eyes a few times as Ghankay's words 
registered in is brain. Then he managed to force some 
words from his mouth. 

"Yes Sir I've had a good rest thank you Sir," he said 
in a voice that was quivering with pain. 

"Well that's good because you've got a busy day ahead 
of you now," Baptiste replied. "We are all as horny as 
hell so th