Peter Thornwell

An eBook By Torsten Barring.

The soldiers had just finished preparing their prisoner for punishment. They had stripped him naked, as was still the custom in that district, and bound him to the vertical rack in the ancient torture chamber which was seldom used anymore except for special cases.

This done, the four muscular men, bare to the waist, stood back to admire their handiwork. The most sadistic of them ran his hands over the victim's nude body, eager to begin the infliction of pain, for their prisoner was extraordinarily handsome and possessed a body as erotically beautiful as Michelangelo's statue of David. Furthermore, he was a famous actor they had often seen and admired on the stage!

When the soldier caressed the prisoner's round, firm buttocks, his long, thick penis which dangled spectacularly between his spread legs, stirred and rose quickly to a condition of full erection.

One by one, the soldiers fondled and groped the prisoner's enormous hard-on as they discussed which instruments of punishment they were most eager to employ. Seldom had they had an opportunity to practice their skills on a man so incredibly well endowed. It was moments such as this that made their occupation as prison disciplinarians pure pleasure - a thrill all the more enhanced by the fantasies of sexual sadism they had entertained in the theater as their muscular idol cavorted in one of his stage vehicles wearing only a tiny loincloth.

They were still fondling and stroking their naked prisoner when a messenger came into the chamber with the news that Counsellor Koenig himself was going to witness the punishment with his personal confessor, Father Ramondo.

Out of respect to a man of the cloth, the soldiers hastily improvised a loincloth - using a scarf - to conceal the prisoner's disturbingly large penis. That done, they brought forth two high-backed chairs and placed them side by side about five feet in front of the torture rack. They also increased the illumination in the dungeon by placing additional torches in the ancient iron brackets embedded in the stone walls.

No sooner had they completed these arrangements than the counsellor and his confessor descended the stone steps and seated themselves in the throne-like chairs provided for their comfort.

Father Ramondo had uttered an audible gasp at his first sight of the beautiful young man wearing nothing but a very brief, improvised loincloth and bound by his wrists and ankles in a standing position - his arms raised high over his head - his legs spread.

Father Ramondo was stunned. It seemed to him that the sinister scaffold on which the prisoner was spread-eagled actually served as an eerily beautiful frame on which to exhibit the muscular young man's spectacular body. He had had very few opportunities in his lifetime to see beautiful men nearly naked!

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