Bob had only seen Eric that one time the day the kid had been abducted. Roy had been getting very frustrated about being the last one without a slave, especially since he’d helped the others get theirs. Bob had agreed to go along with him when Roy cruised the deserted roads looking for a potential victim. He’d had ether and a tranquilizing shot ready if necessary, but Eric had been secured so easily that they weren’t even needed. Bob hadn’t gotten a good look at the kid then, but liked what he saw before him now.

He went over to Roy’s assortment of “toys” and picked up a long burlap strip, about three-quarters of an inch wide. He wet the strip in the sink in the corner, then approached the quivering captive secured helplessly to the cell bars. Pulling a stool in front of Eric, he sat down and grasped the boy’s nuts in his hand, kneading them gently. He pulled them down as far as they would go, and began wrapping the burlap around the kid’s scrotum until his balls were trapped at the base. Taking a handful of gravel he’d scooped up from the driveway out of his pocket, he sprinkled a few bits on the kid’s nuts. He then tightly encased the nuts in the burlap, sprinkling in a little more gravel as he wrapped them. The jagged bits of gravel were pressed sharply into Eric’s balls, subjecting him to a pain different than any he’d felt before.

Bob then reached through the bars and around to the kid’s ass, inserting a finger to stimulate his prostate. He began stroking Eric’s cock, and it became hard almost immediately. Wrapping the burlap up around the scrotum again, he then wrapped the cock, dropping in a little more gravel, and leaving only the head exposed. He secured the burlap with tape; it was tight enough that the kid would not lose his erection, no matter what Bob did to him.

This was Bob’s favorite slow-torture (along with mummifying Jose). Wet burlap contracts as it dries, and as it did, it would squeeze Eric’s cock and balls even more, grinding the jagged bits of gravel deeper and deeper into them. The boy’s exposed cock-head would act like the timer on a Thanksgiving turkey… just like you know the turkey’s done by seeing when the button pops out, Bob would know when to unwrap the cock just before permanent damage was done by keeping an eye on the color of the exposed head. When it reached the right shade of deep purple, the cock was ready to be unwrapped… but that would not be for another hour or two, at least.

Bob had a few ideas about how to fill the time until then…

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