Triumvirate - Part One - The Parade

Now the man's chest was heaving as he tried to regain oxygen and recover from the chest whipping. With one gulp of air he blurted, "None of your tortures will break me." 

Balstok laughed. "We'll see about that." He turned the cranks on either side of his stool and the chains pulled the victim's arms one inch closer to the floor. As it did his back arched and chest raised even higher. Now the only parts of Davidius' body touching the slab were his heels, calves and shoulder blades. He groaned and gasped for air as his stretching was increased. Balstok sneered, "Feel better, slave?" Turning to an assistant he pointed to the stairwell. "Tell Brutheim I'm ready for him." 

Davidius could see Brutheim as he walked down the stairwell to the dungeon. He was a huge, hulking man with poweful chest and arms. He was completely nude and Davidius watched the man's menacing penis swinging side to side as Brutheim descended the stairs. Then Davidius noticed something even more alarming. Resting on the man's shoulder was a wooden club. Rounded at one end, it was three inches thick. The club tapered its four-foot length to a one-inch point. Brutheim stood beside his master. 

"This man is not yet ready to talk so I will turn him over to you. Perhaps you can persuade him. I believe it is time for the 10 blows." 

"Yes, sir." The beast scanned the victim's terribly stretched body with his eyes. He stalked around the slab scrutinizing every inch of Davidius' powerful form. It was as if he had been given quarry to hunt down and destroy. Licking his lips, his eyes finally stopped. Davidius lifted his head best he could to see what was happening. Brutheim was staring at the man's belly. He started to drool and reached down to clutch the tightly stretched muscles with his thick fingers. He was kneading the muscles on either side of the man's navel as though they were a mass of bread dough. Davidius dropped his head and whispered to himself, "Oh, my god." 

Suddenly Brutheim lifted the club high into the air and brought it down full bore onto the man's belly. Then another blow. Davidius grunted with each pounding, flexing his belly muscles as his only defense. The devastating force of the club caused Davidius' loin covering to fall to the slab, leaving him completely naked as he withstood this horrific torture. The beast was masterful in his accuracy, making sure each pounding of the club only struck muscle. He worked the area from his victim's navel to just above the pelvic bone until ten blows were given. 

Now Balstok stood up and kicked the stool away. He climbed on the slab and kneeled on the powerful chest of his victim. Then he grabbed him by the hair and pulled up, bringing them face-to-face. "Where is Glauken? Give him up now!" 

"Never." 

Brutheim joined Balstok on the slab and stood over the victim's belly. He took the small end of the club and placed it just below the man's navel. Leaning on the club, he began grinding the point into the tortured muscles. Davidius' feet were writhing, curling his toes as he strained and grunted to withstand the belly torture. He raised his chest and sucked in with all his might in a vain attempt to alleviate the pressure. 

"Why don't you talk? Your friend would have given you up long ago. Where is he now?" 

Davidius jutted out his lower jaw. "I'll...never...tell." 

"You will, damn it!" Balstok released Davidius' head and leaped from the slab. Brutheim continued grinding the club into the man's belly. "Brutheim, come here and use your other club on him." 

Brutheim jumped off the slab and stood in front of Davidius' inverted head. Then he took his big penis and started slapping the man in the face. Davidius became enraged from this humiliation. As the brute started to laugh, the victim made vain attempts to clamp his teeth on the offending organ. Brutheim stepped back and looked at Balstok. 

"Here, let me help you." Balstok grabbed poor Davidius by the hair and immobilized his head. Now Brutheim resumed slapping the prisoner with his massive tool. The penis was growing larger with each blow to Davidius' face and pre-cum started to ooze and land on the victim's cheeks. He let out a slight whimper as he was forced to withstand this humiliation. 

"Talk, slave. Talk now and I'll make him stop." 

"Never." 

"20 blows!" 

The leather straps once more rained down on Davidius' chest. He now groaned with each blow to his reddened skin as Brutheim's hardened penis continued to slap him cheek to cheek. 

"Where is Glauken? Where is he hiding?" 

Davidius' eyes were clamped shut as he withstood the torture. "No. Never." 

"Talk, damn you." 

As the leather straps neared the end of the count, Davidius felt a warm, gooey liquid strike his inverted face. The slimy pervert had masturbated on him. His nasty sperm landed on the victim's mouth, nose and cheeks. Davidius shot air out of his nose and mouth, trying to blow away the offending mass of sperm. Balstok released the hair and stepped back. Both he and Brutheim were laughing hysterically. 

Davidius was violently shaking his head from side to side in an attempt to remove the sticky goo from his face. He was overwhelmed by this ultimate degradation inflicted on him. "You goddamn sons of bitches! You better just kill me, because I will kill you the first chance I get." 

Balstok continued to mock the man. "You will not get that chance. But you will soon wish you were dead if you don't tell me about Glauken." 

"Go to hell!" 

Balstok turned the floor cranks and lowered the man's arms another inch. Now Davidius screamed as his back was nearly broken in two. Motioning to Brutheim, Balstok pointed to the slab. Dribbling post orgasm ooze as he swaggered back to the center of the slab, Brutheim swung his wooden club in a full circle and brought it down with a devastating blow to the belly. The hapless man grunted in agony as the club rained down on his powerful muscles again and again. Balstok grabbed him by the throat and demanded, "Talk. Talk now, damn you!" 

As the tenth blow pulverized the man's belly, the king and his entourage descended the stairs. He saw Davidius stretched horrendously and listened to the groaning and gasping of the tortured man. He circled the slab to inspect the heaving chest and belly, noting that the man was bathed in sweat. The king reached down and scooped a sample of the liquid from Davidius' navel, then licked his finger to taste his prisoner's suffering. 

"I finally heard screaming. Has he talked?" 

"No, sire." 

"Well, ask him again." 

Balstok grabbed one of the leather straps and struck the man's chest. "Where is Glauken?" Brutheim jumped up onto the slab. He stood with both feet in the pit of the man's stomach and ground the pointed club directly into his stretched navel. Balstok whipped the chest three more times, aiming for the reddened nipples. "Where is he hiding?" 

Davidius raised his head and looked over his tortured chest at Balstok. His face was clenched as he summoned every ounce of strength to withstand the punishment. He could see Brutheim's hairy buttocks above him as the tip of the club was driven like a stake into his navel. He was suffocating from the weight of the hulk standing on his stomach. After one quick glare at the king, Davidius let out a mighty groan and dropped his head. 

"That's enough!" shouted the king. As the torture was stopped, Davidius' body collapsed in exhaustion. Even though his muscles were now allowed to relax, every inch of his powerful form was well-defined from his stretched position and glistening sweat. 

The king waved Balstok to the far end of the room for a private conversation. "You're taking more time than I anticipated, Balstok." 

"Sire, I've never seen any man withstand torture such as this. How much more can this man take?" 

"How would I know? This is your area of expertise, not mine. I've paid you well and I expect results soon." 

"He will be broken. Soon." 

Balstok stormed toward the slab barking orders. "Turn the wheel." 

Davidius' feet moved closer to the end of the slab, stretching him tighter. 

"Turn those cranks." The arms inched closer to the floor. Now the man cried out in agony as his back and chest arched even higher. "Give him the 20 plus 10!" 

The leather straps came down upon his chest. Brutheim swung the club into action as Balstok crouched in front of the victim's anguished face. Davidius was being assaulted simultaneously on his chest and belly. "Where is Glauken? Give him up now." 

Davidius' face was clenched in agony. Sweat flew from his body as his chest was whipped and belly pummeled. He shook his head side to side. "No...Never...NO." 

As each count reached the halfway mark, Balstok grabbed the man's hair and began shaking his head. "Where is Glauken? Talk now. Where is he hiding?" 

With his eyes closed and face clenched, Davidius flexed every muscle and let out a manly groan with each exhale. His heart was pounding at an incredible rate in a frantic effort to supply the necessary oxygen to keep this incredible man from breaking. He was no longer listening to the interrogator. His mind was focused on surviving the torture. 

As the counts were concluded and beatings stopped, Balstok realized that his victim was not responding. The only movement came from the rapid rise and fall of his mighty chest and belly. The only sound in the dungeon came from his labored breath. Mercifully, the tortured man had become unconscious. 

"You fool!" boomed the king. "You are going to kill him. Look at his amazing strength. Don't you see that you'll never break him that way? Apparently where you come from the men are physical weaklings and give in easily. The subjects in my kingdom are strong in body, but weak in mind. You have failed me, Balstok. I am running out of patience with this. Release him from his chains and stop this torture. I will deal with this problem myself." 

The king motioned to his servants to remove Davidius' limp body from the slab as Balstok's men unchained him. The vertebrae in his back snapped and popped as he was released from his ungodly stretching. 

"You are fortunate he didn't die. Then I'd have you put on that horrible rack. I will pay you in full, but you must leave your torture device here. I might need it someday. I suggest you stay here tomorrow to witness my methods of breaking a man. Hopefully you will learn something." 

Davidius, still unconscious, was placed on a plank for transport as the servants awaited the king's orders. The handkerchief had long ago fallen from him and he lay naked on the plank with arms outstretched. His skin glistened from the sweat he had produced enduring the horrific torture. The king gazed upon him with a degree of admiration. He tried to imagine himself undergoing the punishment this man had suffered and he shuddered at the thought of it. 

"Take him to a cell and revive him. I want him fed well and pampered. Attend to the wounds on his chest and massage his belly back to health. Bathe and moisturize his skin with salves. I want the marks on his body healed. As for you, Balstok, I have changed my mind. You and your henchmen must leave immediately. The amount we agreed upon is in this pouch. Count it and get out. If you are ever seen in my kingdom again, I will have you put through what this man has suffered on your slab, which I am keeping here with me. That is your payment to me for your incompetence. All of you are inhumane beasts. You sicken me. Now, GET OUT!" 

And so it was done. A contingent of the king's guards escorted Balstok and his men to the edge of the kingdom and watched them disappear over the horizon. That evening Davidius was given loving tenderness. The servants had witnessed most of the man's suffering and were glad they had been chosen to care for him. It seemed the king was taking pity on Davidius and being merciful. He was more than impressed with the man's powerful body and how it had withstood such horrendous torture. The king was finding it difficult to hide his excitement of what was planned for the next day's activities.