The Prison Of Pain Ch 03

Chapter Three - The First Day

Synopsis - it's the first day of Christon Mann's three thousand, six hundred and fifty day punishment program and his brutal master punisher Gino is not letting him down easily with brutal ball kicking and punching!

Christon Mann was right, it was a very long night.

Absolutely freezing and in constant pain. With his body covered in welts, sleeping on any side of his body hurt. As the hours drew on and the dark sky got brighter, Christon finally drifted off to sleep. However only two hours later he was woken up to a bucket of cold water dunked all over him.

The cold water made his whole body shake and quiver. He was immediately forced to be awake no matter how much his body didn't want it. The cocky NRC guard who spat on Christon last night stared up at him and dropped a dog bowl of food at his feet. Christon picked it up and observed it. It was a disgusting mix of different types of old food. Some mince, some gravy, a bit of stale bread.

However Christon had to be grateful for it. This was his first meal in days so he wolfed it down and tried to ignore the disgusting taste. As soon as his bowl was empty, the two NRC guards stormed in the cell and punched Christon square in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

Whilst he was weak, the two guards hoisted him up and dragged him down the corridor. He let his weak feet drag, hoping they would stop him from reaching the dungeon. But they didn't. Nothing would stop him going back to the dungeon. Back to Gino, his brutal punisher.

Going down a corridor of several heavily armoured doors, musclemen were carried and thrown in. Behind those doors would be their punishment rooms, with their punishers. They were all exactly like Christon.

Weak and beautiful.

Soon they reached his punishment room. The door was swung open and Christon was thrown inside. As his body roughly hit the concrete floor, he heard the door shut and lock. In front of him now was Gino.

He wore an outfit similar to what he wore yesterday. A latex wife beater that perfectly showed off his tight body that was similar to Christon's body. Latex trousers that fit tightly over his cock, which was already semi-erect. Finally he wore steel-capped boots that raised his height, so he was towering over Christon, who was still on the floor.

Christon's hands are then cuffed and chained to the ceiling's pulley system. With the push of a button Christon is mechanically raised up to his feet against his will, his body too tired to even register the movement.

Gino marches up to Christon, the two finally eye to eye. Gino's face is completely handsome and completely serious, with a sadistic flicker in his grey eyes. He forces Christon into a rough kiss and slaps him across the face, waking him up.

"Wake the fuck up, prisoner." He ordered.

Trying to avoid further punishment, Christon opened his eyes and tried to shake his body awake. A pole is tied between his two feet, forcing his legs to be spread apart.

"I'm going to kick you in the balls thirty times. Each time I do I want you to say thank you master." He ordered before marching over to Christon, hands behind his back, feet width apart.

Ready to kick. Christon's lips trembled.

"Wait, Are you really going to use those boots?" He asked, genuinely scared at the risk of losing his manhood.

"Please, I don't think I could survive that many."

"I hope you don't, the more pain I make you feel, the better! If I crush your balls forever, that is a job well fucking done." Gino laughed mercilessly.

Then he swung his foot behind him and readied himself for the first kick.

Slap!

"Uh! Thank you master!" Christon groaned.

It was a fairly hard kick that captured both of his balls against Gino's boot and squashed them against his body.

For a second there was only surprise as he felt the impact, a half second later, intense pain exploded from every part of his testicles and he felt his stomach lurch and felt out of breath.

Slap! Slap!

He gave Christon two hard kicks in a row, searing pain enveloped his testes and travelled into his abdomen.

"Oh thank you master! Thank you master!"

Gino went for the next kick but Christon couldn't help but buck back.

"Ohhhh, please! It hurts so much." He begged, lips trembling.

"This is nothing compared to the torture your balls will feel in the next five years. If you keep up this behaviour then who knows, maybe you won't leave here with balls. Maybe I might be in the mood for a nullo, so shut the fuck up." He scolded confidently, grabbing and pulling his slave forward by the balls.

Slap!

"Thank you master!" He managed to say.

Slap!

"Thank you master!" He said with a higher voice.

Slap!

"Thank you master!"

Slap!

"Thank you master!"

Slap!

"...Thank you master."

He gasped as his knees collapsed, he should've fallen down but the chains kept him unnaturally standing up. The toe of his boot slowly swung forward and nudged against Christon's balls as he tested a new distance. He swung his leg back and then suddenly forward.

Slap!

"Thank you master!"

His boot made hard contact with both nuts, the pain made Christon whimper and he had to stop himself from screaming out in agony. Gino seemed to enjoy watching his bull's nutsack swing and his precious orbs bounce around on the impact of each kick as Gino reared back and kicked for another time.

Slap!

He grimaced as this kick seemed to favour his left testicle.

"Thank you master!"

Again Gino kicked into his boy's abused nutsack, it seemed his expertise at ball kicking had given him the perfect aim as both of Christon's balls exploded in pain on impact. He groaned and wobbled, struggling to keep himself upright.

"Thank you master!"

He grabbed Christon's bare shoulders and tested the distance of his knee.

Splat!

His hard kneecap had a larger surface area, and when it crushed Christon's numb, swollen nuts from an entirely new angle, his built up ballache felt even worse. His mouth opened in a silent scream as Gino kept his knee in place for a few seconds, even making small circles with it. Seeing the reaction on his pain slave's face, this cruel man smiled at him.

"Thank you master!" He stammered out.

Gino finally pulled away his knee.

"Now, I'll let you take a break..." He said.

Christon immediately and visibly relaxed. Gino would never usually allow him to take a break from ballbusting, but maybe because it's his first time back at the dungeon in a year. Perhaps he had shown mercy. Perhaps Gino had finally felt sympathy for his slave boy.

"...whilst I get the boxing gloves." Gino finished, marching over to his box of toys in the corner and taking out a pair of boxing gloves.

Seeing the look of sheer horror on Christon's face was enough to make him chuckle.

"Yeah, I know I said it would be thirty kicks but how about we change that to twelve kicks and thirty punches to the balls?" Gino mocked mercilessly.

In that moment Christon wanted to scream. He'd hoped that with twelve kicks and eighteen punches his balls might've been able to scrape by unharmed. Well, certainly not unharmed. But not harmed enough to the point of no return. However twelve kicks and thirty punches? Christon really didn't know what that would do to him or if he'd ever be able to recover.

Gino slipped his fingers into the holes and wrapped the strap around his wrist before tightening, securing the boxing gloves. He got into the regular boxing position and the violence on Christon's sexual organs began.

"Thank you master! Thank you master!"

As his master's powerful fist rain down carnage on Christon's naked balls, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Thank you master! Thank you master!"

As Gino gained confidence, his blows increased in force, driving deeper and deeper into his increasingly swollen nuts.

"Thank you master! Thank you master! Thank you master!" He squawked.

In that moment Gino began to start adding right hooks to the mix.

Left, "Thank you master!"

Then right, "Thank you master!"

That was when the upper-cuts began, making Christon explode with tears, sobbing and crying out for help.

"Thank you master! Help! Thank you master! Will someone please help me?" He sobbed.

This was only the first session of what would be three thousand, six hundred and fifty and already he was crying out for help. To handle five years would be a miracle.

"No one can help you now, Christon Mann. No one can and no one will. You're trapped in a concrete dungeon made up of metre thick walls that would take days to hammer through, inside a maximum security prison on an island filled with nothing but prisons. You've never been more alone. So shut the fuck up and no you won't leave here for a long time, succumb to your despair, bitch."

Gino began to ramp up the onslaught on his slave's pummeled genitals by adding some upper-cuts to the sequence.

"Thank you master! Thank you master! Thank you master! Oh fuck! Please have merc- thank you master! Oof! Thank you master! Hkk! Thank you master! Eiiiiii! Thank you master!" Christon tried to keep up with his thanks as his balls were getting beaten up faster and faster by the second.

One gruesome blow after another, Christon's balls began to grow and turn purple out of the sheer pain, in a constant state of being rearranged by his master's fists.

"Thank you master! Thank you master! Thank you master! Thank you master! Thank you master! Thank you master!" Christon was howling, crying.

There was no stopping it. His purple balls began to grow to epic proportions, the size of tennis balls. They felt like they were about to explode in a hot spray of spunk and blood they were in that much pain.

"Thank you master!" He screamed.

Christon had dreams of spending ten years in the porn and stripping industry before moving on to settling down with a family, having kids. Already, Christon knew he would never be able to have kids again, in fact he was certain anymore punches would make him a real woman.

Christon cried out loudly as the pain of the leather against the skin of his precious acorns shot through his body once again.

"Thank you master!" He whimpered.

Just as Gino had ordered, Christon Mann was starting to succumb to his despair. His purple nuts were ready to explode or bleed, one or the other.

"Thank you master! Thank you master!" He screamed.

"Only two more left to go, let's make them count." Gino barked.

Gino leaned all the way back and pushed his arm as far away as it will go before slamming his fist into Christon's purple bitch nuggets once before coming back for one second blow with as much force as he could muster.

"Thank you master! Thank you master!" Christon screamed so quickly before the pain could even register, but when it did register he blanked out immediately.

The pain in his purple balls had hurt Christon so much that he had been knocked out completely. Now he just hung lifelessly, only being kept up by the chains. But every other part of his body wanted to fall to the floor. So Gino walked over to the chains and unlocked them, letting his muscle pup tumble to the concrete floor with a hard smash.

"This is only the beginning."