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Mistress Calista had finished humiliating Willa, now turned her attention toward Beresford, still straining at his chains. Beresford was privately pleased to see the lesbian, Willa, receive the heterosexual torments that she, in his mind, so richly deserved. His ball gag prevented him from speaking his concurrence with his Mistress's actions toward Willa. Calista sensed that Beresford was glad that Willa had been so humiliated through having to endure and experience sex with a male. Calista smiled to herself as she approached the bound male slave Beresford.
"So, Beresford, are you pleased with Willa's performance?" she asked him. Beresford nodded yes and Calista noted a momentary twinkle in his eye. Mistress Cerces moved behind him and began to fondle his cock and balls. His pleasure at the fondling of his genitals was obvious from the oohs and ahs barely escaping from his ball gag. Mistress Cassandra brought a restraining device to apply to Beresford's balls. It was made of two dowel rods, each one half inch in diameter and about eighteen inches in length. They were joined together by a bolt at each end of the device that passed through both dowel rods. The bolts had large wing nuts by which to bring the rods together, crushing anything placed between them.
Cassandra placed the device at the back of Beresford's thighs and separated the dowels. Cerces pushed his balls through the opening and Cassandra screwed down the wing nuts trapping his balls outside the rods. Beresford moaned in pain, as Cassandra tightened the device to squeeze the space between his cock and his balls firmly in the grasp of the device. The ends of the dowels lay hard against the back of his thighs. Fondling his exposed testicles, Cerces grasped a short and narrow leather paddle and began to spank Beresford's balls. At first the blows were lightly applied and felt more like heavy fondling than a spanking, but soon the blows increased in severity and Beresford began to hurt with each blow. Even though the blows hurt they also felt good and his cock began to swell until his hard-on presented his Mistresses with a fully erect eight-inch cock. "How dare you show that miserable prong to me and my Mistresses, you worthless pig!" declared Calista as she struck Beresford's cockhead harshly with the whip she still held.
He jerked as the pain in his cockhead coursed throughout his body. "Did you like that, Beresford?" asked Mistress Calista sweetly. He shook his head no, as the pain in his cockhead subsided. "That was a love tap, compared to what you'll receive if you refuse me. Your worthless cock won't even function to urinate let alone any sexual function, if you resist my amusements." She grabbed him by his sweaty hair and raised his head to look him in the eye, as she softly told him, "I'll also strike your miserable balls with equal force if you refuse me anything I ask." Beresford nodded his compliance and Calista motioned to Cassandra to remove his ball gag. Meanwhile, Cerces stopped paddling Beresford's balls. She moved to Robert, who had been fondling and masturbating his cock to restore his hard-on to fullness. She grasped him by his hard cock and led him to Mistress Calista. "See this cock, Beresford? You will lick and suck it until he cums down your throat!" Calista said sternly.
"No, Mistress!" Beresford shouted, as he tried to turn away from the young mans' proffered cock.
"You too, Beresford? Didn't you see Willa bend to my will? Must I make mincemeat of your cock and balls before you comply with my will?" she asked him, as she savagely struck his protruding and defenseless balls, with the whip. His scream pierced the Tower Dungeon and was rewarded with another blow to his aching testes. He slumped in his chains, unable to even scream from the unbearable pain. His eyes rolled and he nearly lost consciousness. "Would you like another stroke to remind you what's in store for you, Beresford, if you resist my wishes?" Calista asked him.
His head hung down and he softly whispered, "No, Ma'am."