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I'm a middle age white guy, a little thin on top and thick in the middle. I have a fantasy of hooking up with a middle age gay dom daddy on Craigslist.

He (Master Charles) tells me to check into a cheap motel in a seedy section of a city located about 80 miles from my home.

I am to do this around 3 or 4 O'clock the next afternoon, which is a Friday. Master Charles says he will arrive at 6:00 pm.

I check in exactly as instructed and find the motel to be dirty and rundown. The room has A/C but it's not working right and the room is cold, yet very humid. The room is very musty, especially the bed, and it reeks of pine oil. I lie down on the bed to watch TV while waiting on Master Charles to arrive.

Master arrives precisely at 6. He's balding slightly and very much in shape. He has the appearance of and carries himself like a retired Marine Drill Instructor. He carries what appears to be an overnight bag.

The first thing he does is turn off the TV and order me to strip. As soon as all my clothes are removed, Master Charles handcuffs my wrists behind my back. Next, he stuffs all my clothes and personal effects in a small trash bag which he takes outside and I assume he locks it in his car. I don't know for sure because I can't see his car.

When he returns my handcuffs are briefly removed in order for me to put on a tight black one piece ladies swimsuit and a pair of black 6" pumps with locking ankle straps which he pulls from his bag. The pumps are at least a size too small and I struggle to get my feet in them. In addition to these terribly uncomfortable shoes and swimsuit, I'm also made to put on a pair of steel ankle shackles connected by a short chain.

Next, Master Charles makes me sit in a cheap plastic chair facing a large dressing mirror and takes out some
makeup and proceeds to do up my face
Like a cheap whore. He applies a much too thick coat of cheap liquid foundation, A much too heavy slut red lipstick, much too dark lip liner, blush, excessive blue eye shadow, thick eye liner and heavy mascara. My hair is covered by a tight white swim cap which is held on my head with a
likewise too tight chin strap.

As I sit looking at my bizarre and humiliating appearance, Master Charles starts typing on his phone. As he types, he starts explaining what's going to happen to me.

Master Charles says he has a network of men who like a special type of entertainment. He is advising the via tweets and text messages that said entertainment will be available that evening.

He then takes 25 or 30 photos of me while I pose in different positions, per his instructions. He also take a number of close up photos of my face.

Master Charles then tells me men will start to arrive soon and I will service each one according to their individual wishes.

The Master then exits the room and leaves me to look at and study my humiliating appearance in the reflection of the mirror as well as contemplate what I have gotten myself
into.

I sit for an agonizing long time before the door opens and in steps a man of about 40 dressed in a golf shirt and khakis. The man tells me not to make a sound or he will beat me to within a inch of my life as he feels up my body. He starts pushing me around making it even harder to stand in the tight pumps locked on my feet.

His advances become more violent as he punches my belly and chest with closed fists and slaps me hard on my butt, backs of my shoulders, stomach and chest. He then slaps my face a number of times before pushing me to my knees and forcing me to give him a BJ. He makes me swallow when he gets off and quickly leaves.

A minute or two later, Master Charles comes in laughing and says "I just wanted to make sure you are alive and conscious before your nex client arrives". He went on to explain there are at least 9 men who have so far made reservations that evening for some "entertainment".

M aster Charles went on to say "you are going to die for the next 2 guys. They work as a team and love nothing more than abusing and inflicting pain on nasty sissy faggots. Master explained "they have a couple of modified, high power, TENS units and are really good at inflicting excruciating pain on various tender parts. Don't worry, you will be finding out about it firsthand very shortly."

The Master started to walk out the door but stopped to laugh at me again as he said "oh, I almost forgot. We don't want to disturb the other guests or have the police called. I will need to put this ball gag harness on your head before the guys arrive with their electro torture
toys.

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by Anonymous on Aug 24, 2017 at 6:02 PM

The story continues...

About 20-30 minutes after Master Charles leaves leaves me alone for the second time, this time with a tightly buckled head harness holding a firm red rubber ball gag in my mouth, I regain some of my composure and recover enough from the previous man's visit to think clear thoughts.

I began to think about what would happen to me at the end of the
night. Would they just leave me and let me go or would I be kept as a sexual sissy pain slit for a longer period? How long? What would happen after that? Surely Master Charles is not expecting to keep me for the rest of my life!

Or could he? What if he plans to keep me until I die from the abuse? What if he's not going to wait for me to die and he plans on killing me when he's finished using me? Worst of all, perhaps tonight is the end of the line and I am to be killed before the sun comes up again?

These are the thoughts that race through my mind as I look at the mirror and study the mascara running down the sides of my face and the cum which has started to dry on my chin and neck.

Suddenly I am overcome with pity for myself and I burst out sobbing. My sobbing quickly transitions into full fledged crying. Nobody knows where I am! I wonder how long will it be before someone misses me or even thinks about me as tears pour freely from my eyes.

As my crying reaches its peak intensity, my train of thought is broken as the door opens and two young black men in their late 20s to early 30s enter the room. My gag keeps me from any type of understandable communication but my pleading eyes begged the men for mercy.

One says to the other "check out the crying white sissy boy!" I have never seen an old white guy this scared. I can see it in his face and eyes.

The other man says "check this old lady bathing suit, swim cap and high heels!" He continues with "you are a trip old man" as he laughs at me. The first man speaks again and asks "did you dress like this on your on old man? Do you like weird women's stuff? Does it feel good? Does it make you feel pretty? Do you think you look good old man?"

He yells "answer me you stupid sicko! Say something, dumbass! I'm talking to you!" I struggle in panic to answer him through the gag and he knows the ball gag is preventing me from answering his questions. Still, he brutally slaps my head back and forth half a dozen times for not answering him.

I scream into the gag as I buck violently in a vain attempt to get away from my tormentor. The other man chuckles at my predicament and pain. He says "why are you struggling so hard, boy? Do you think this is bad? Just wait and see what we have planned for you!"

He starts to take some wires and other things from his tote bag and says "first off, we are going to attach these TENS electrodes to your nipples." I could see the electrode pads and I saw him take out a tube of conductive gel. I wondered if they were going to attach the with tape or if the pads are self adhesive.

My little escape into my thoughts didn't last but a minute as the first man stepped behind me and started to choke me by using one of his powerful arms to put me in a headlock. He placed his other hand on the back of my swim cap and ball gag harness encased head and pushed my head tightly against the arm he was using to choke me.

I felt tremendous pressure in my head and the pain was horrible as I fought and struggled for any small
amount of air. I could hear the man who was preparing the electrodes sarcastically apologize for the man who was choking me. He said "it's important to get as much fight out of me as possible so I will not fight them as they attach the electrodes to my nipples.

The comments about fighting them puzzled me because I certainly didn't plan to waste precious energy fighting their attaching electrodes to my nipples as well as to my balls, which is where I assume they plan to attach the other two electrodes.

Despite still having my hands cuffed behind my back and my ankles shackled. The men took out a bunch of heavy leather belts and use them to firmly strap me into another, more sturdy chair. To be sure I am securely restrains, the go over the straps several times and pull the belt buckles tighter each time.

After being strapped to the chair so tight I can hardly breathe. The man who was previously choking me walked in front of me and started tenderizing my nipples to prepare them for the electrodes. He did so by pinching the until they become sore and then digging his fingernails into my nipple flesh until they began to bleed.

Whole he continued to work over my nipples, I looked over at the other man. Through my tears I can see he has placed a spool of heavy black thread and a couple of large curved needles on the table along with a bottle of 90% alcohol.

Suddenly it dawned on me! My body trembled uncontrollably and I screamed "nnnooooooo!" Into my ball gag as I realized they are planning to SEW the electrodes to my nipples and balls!

To be continued...

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by Anonymous on Aug 24, 2017 at 11:56 PM

Both men laugh loudly as one man exclaims "the white dumbass sissy boy finally figured it out". The man digging at my nipples says "check this out, this shit is gonna light your stupid ass up" as he pours 90% alcohol on my nipples. He laughs and taunts me by saying "we are not concerned with infection, we could care less. It's all about inflicting pain on you and enjoying watching your dumbass suffer.

Meanwhile, I'm whipping my head back and forth as hard and far as possible as I scream into my ball gag because of the stinging burning pain of the alcohol soaking into my shredded nipples.

The other man squirts a glob of conductive gel on one of the conductor pads. He then presses it to my right nipple and temporarily tapes it in place with some medical tape. The other man puts me back in the choke hold where he puts a arm around my neck and pushes on the
back of my rubber swim cap covered
head with his other hand.

As I struggle to breathe, the first guy picks up one of the threaded curved needles and pushes it into
my titty. The stinging pain is
horrible as he completes the first stitch and continues to sew the electrode to my tender chest. I want to scream into my ball gag. I need to scream, I must scream but I can't get enough air to do so.

The man slowly continues to sew and stitch as closely watches my face and looks deep into my pleading eyes. All the while he is smiling broadly and clearly enjoying my suffering and pain tremendously. After 23 stitches, the deed is done.

I'm puzzled because the choke hold continues. I'm obviously confused and not thinking clearly because it takes me a few minutes before I realize I'm less than half finished with the sewing on of the electrodes. One of the men tells me not to get too comfortable because I still have my left nipple to go, not to mention the two electrodes which are to be sewn to the center of my nut sack and over the tip of my penis.

When the men are finished taunting me and laughing at my unbearable suffering and shame, the choke hold is again applied and the other electrode is sewn to my left nipple with a total of 26 excruciating stitches.

Wire electrical leads are attached to both nipple electrodes and the bra cups of my woman's swim suit is pulled back up over my aching and brutalized tits. Next, the man who is doing the sewing teases me by fondling my junk through the fabric of the crotch of my black ladies one piece bathing suit.

I still don't understand the significance of the woman's swimsuit and bathing cap I am being forced to wear. I just know it compounds my humiliation, particularly when they ask me embarrassing question about them
and taunt me.

The man continues to tease and play with my ball sack and penis for a few more minutes before he reaches into the right leg opening of my swimsuit and takes out my ball sack and penis.

This time, instead of digging at my nut sack and head of my penis with his fingernails, the choke hold man produces a piece of 100 grit sand paper and uses it to sand my sack and penis head until the are both raw and bleeding.

Again, I'm thrown into a frenzy of panic and pain as additional 90% alcohol is poured over my oozing genital wounds. Likewise, both men again revel in my pain, misery and suffering.

Next, comes the choke hold yet again. The other man applies the conductive gel and wraps a conductor pad over the head of my penis and starts sewing it in place.

I'm not becoming accustomed to the pain at all. If anything the pain of sewing the pad to my penis is much worse than when they did my titty nipples. As I make pitiful sounds into my ball gag,

The choke hold man seems to be reading my mind when the tells attachment of the nut sack
electrode will by far cause the worst pain yet. However, he continues taunting and terrifying me by saying the pain and suffering of having the electrodes sewn to my nipples and genitals will be both in comparison to the electric shocks I will soon be forced to endure.

Now they have completed sewing the electrode to my penis with 33 bleeding stitches around the head of my penis. I'm desperate for air but the choke hold guy keeps holding the pressure on my head and neck. I quickly see why he continues to hold me when the other man pours more 90% alcohol to rinse some of the blood from my penis head as the horrible stinging and burning pain starts anew.

To be continued...

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by Anonymous on Aug 25, 2017 at 8:57 PM

In a vain and useless attempt to divert some small part of my consciousness away from the pain, I buck, struggle and thrash about as much as my restraints will allow.

I continue to scream into my ball gag but the only sounds which escape me are long pitiful muffled moans and the rush air going in and out of my nose as I fight to get enough air. Despite my ball gag and the fact my screams are highly muffled and I can make no understandable communication, my
Throat is dry and extremely raw and sore from my prolonged screaming.

My screams and my constant attempts to communicate with my torturers in order to beg for mercy start to get on my captor's nerves. One of them says "hey, dumbass white boy, be quiet and keep your candyass moans and noises to yourself." He continues by telling me "This is not our first time torturing a fat sissy faggot white boy and you are by far the biggest pussy and crybaby either one of us has ever seen." He goes on to tell me "you have no chance of escape and any chance of compassion is out of the
question. I can't imagine what this is like for you and we really don't care. This is your fate and there will be no mercy for you."

The man finishes lecturing me by
telling the other man to "work him over real good before we sew the
last electrode on his sack." With this, the second man starts slapping my face. He continues until my cheeks are swollen and numb. When he tires of slapping me, he punches me square in my nose
with his right fist. He hits me with enough force to knock me over
backwards in the chair to which I
am tightly strapped.

In my mind the chair went backwards in slow motion and I had a lot of time to reflect on what was
happening to me. I was tightly
strapped into the chair and I could do absolutely nothing to protect myself or prepare myself for the unavoidable impact of the back of my swim cap encased head with the
hard tile floor.

I think about what the impact will feel like as I look down and once again see the black women's swimsuit I'm wearing. I can also
see the high heels which are locked
on my feet which are securely strapped to the front two legs of
my chair.

Suddenly my thoughts turn to my
hands and wrists which are helplessly cuffed behind my back and my arms which are tightly bound to the backside of the chair's backrest with a couple of tightly adjusted leather belts.

To my horror, I realize that in the split second before the back of my head hits the floor my hands and wrists will be caught between the floor and the chair's backrest with the full force of my 240 pound body on top of them.

I look over to one of the men and then the other with pleading eyes hoping one of them will attempt to break my fall. But, it's not going to happen. It's clear from the big smiles on their faces that they are both eager to witness my impact
with the floor and and receive additional sadistic pleasure from my quickly approaching injuries and subsequent suffering and pain.

I marvel at what a strongly long time it is taking for me to hit the floor. I feel so sorry for myself. I keep asking myself why did you go through so much trouble to put yourself in this predicament. Maybe I deserve this for being such a pervert in the first place. Tears of self pity start to flow and I begin to cry again.

Suddenly my hands instantly feel like they are being crushed in a vice. As the weight of the chair and my body comes down on the handcuffs (which Master Charles neglected to double lock), they tighten and cut into both my wrists. It feels like my hands are being cut off and an unending bolt of pain, like liquid fire, shoots up my arms, into my shoulders and into my brain.

Within a split second, my head impacts the floor with a sickening hollow thump and bounces back up about six inches before hitting the floor again with another thud.

To be continued...

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by Anonymous on Aug 30, 2017 at 9:22 PM

The leather straps keep me from moving to get the weight of the chair and my body off of my arms and hands. I lay there stunned. I see stars and feel a strange burning sensation in my sinuses which is almost unbearable.

Next, I become aware of the weight on my arms and the cutting sharp
pain in each wrist. I don't feel my hands at all. They are totally numb.

The men laugh and discuss the finer points of my misery. One of them grabs the chair and sits it and me upright. The other man tells him he thinks I caused the chair to turn over on purpose and he ought to push me over forward and let my face and nose his the floor.

I whipped my head violently from side to side to emphatically signal NO! And I screamed into my ball gag as loudly as possible. One man grabbed my head harness and held my head back as far as possible while the other man started slapping my face again and yelling "shut up you stupid fat white fag boy"

Barely conscious and struggling for breath. The man puts me back in the choke hold and presses my head forward, tightly against his arm with his free hand while the other man gets busy sewing the final electrode to my sack.

With so much pain from so many different parts of my body, the pain of the electrode being sewed on didn't cause me to have much of a reaction.

This did not escape the notice of my tormentors. The choke hold guy something needed to be done to increase my pain level and cause me to start squirming again.

He started by kneeing my numb hands. I could feel movement but because my hands were severely damaged and or broken, I could feel nothing. Since repeated kneeing didn't produce any entertaining reactions, he told the guy sewing the electrode to my ball sack to start passing the needle through my balls as he sewed.

This got my attention and I started screaming into my ball gag and thrashing about again my restraints as much as possible with the choke hold being applied would allow.

My whole body stiffened as the needle entered my ball for the
first time and excruciating pain shot out of my groin and up my spine all the way to my brain.

After 15 more almost unbearable stitches which not only held and electrode to my sack but now held each of my nuts tightly to the inside of my sack due to passing the large curved needle through one or the other of my balls with each stitch.

With the electrodes now attached, the men made quick work of attaching to power wires to each electrode. Once done with attaching the wires, my penis and sack were put back within the crotch of my black one piece women's swimsuit. The upper part or bra portion of the swimsuit was pulled back up and over my electrode covered nipples and my titties.

Now I was told to count down backwards from 10 and a heavy electric shock would be applied to the electrode at the count of one.

I hesitated a little too long and received a hard punch in my belly. This violently expelled the air from my lungs with enough force to spew slobber out from around my ball gay and blow a big glob of snot out my nose.

The man asked if I wanted another punch I'm the guy and I quickly started counting as bed I could. Because of my ball gag, my counting was merely mumbles but I continued to count... Four...three...two...one...y

And then the most excruciating pain I have ever known blasted from my genitals to my nipples. The force of the electric current pulsing through my body caused all my muscles to expand at once with enough force press my body even much more tightly against the leather straps which were holding me to my chair.

The straps dug deeply into my flesh as my fat bulged beyond the straps. The places where the electrodes contacted my body (my nipples, my nut sack and the head of my penis) grew very hot and produced tiny wisps of smoke. The pain inside my body was horrible. It felt as if I were swelling up and I would explode at any second. At the same time, it felt like I was being Cooked from the inside out.

I wondered how long they could continue to shock me and kept hoping I would lose consciousness
and get some relief from my unthinkable torture.

It seemed like the current had been flowing through my body for at least ten non-stop minutes bit I heard one of the men say it had been only 45 seconds. He came close to my face and while looking deeply into my wide and bugged out eyes he said "I guess you have about had enough." He paused a few seconds and said "I'm talking to you stupid"

Due to the electricity going through me, I could not respond. Then the man said "it don't matter, we are not going to pay any attention to what you want anyway."

He went on to explain "we have electro torture down to a science. We can keep the current applied for hours at just the right rate to keep you from passing out. That way, you get to experience every single second of your torture.

To be continued...

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