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    “Now I am going to focus on your penis and balls. Have you heard of CBT?”
    I shook my head.
    “CBT is short for cock and ball torture. Do you want me to torture your cock and balls?”
I shook my head violently.
    She ignored me and selected a long steel probe from her torture instruments. The probe was about twelve inches long and half an inch thick, with a curved, tapered end. My eyes widened with terror and beads of perspiration formed on my forehead. I shook my head violently in protest, growling uselessly against the gag.
    Aunt Sophia took my penis in one hand and forced the tip of the steel probe into the urethra and pushed it all the way down into the shaft. I bellowed with pain, sobbing and begging her to stop, but she shoved the steel rod as far as it would go deep inside me.
    She left the steel rod embedded in my penis then slid a wooden plank under my thighs and buttock. I looked up at her through a wave of pain and saw with utter terror that she had a hammer and nails in her hand.
    I tried to free myself from the steel manacles that locked my body down but to no avail. I screamed as hard and loud as I could and it sounded like the choking deathly bellow of a wounded bull about to be slaughtered.
    Aunt Sophia aimed the steel nail and brought down the hammer hard. She nailed first my one testicle to the plank, then the other. I bellowed with agony, my brain and balls exploding with excruciating pain.
    Aunt Sophia observed me dispassionately, curiously, as though watching a wriggling moth pinned on the edge of a needle.
    “I will leave you a while to enjoy your pain,” she said, and left.
    I lay in the eerie red glow of Aunt Sophia’s torture chamber, awash in a sea of pain and blinding physical agony. My balls were literally nailed down and my penis felt as if it had a dagger implanted in it.
     
     
    After what seemed like hours, Aunt Sophia finally returned. “I hope you’re enjoying your pain as much as I am, Julian. Now I am going to insert a cock ring in your penis and rings in your balls through the nail holes.”
    My eyes widened with terror. I shook my head again, growling furiously. “ No, Please! Please!” But of course my words came out as unintelligible howls.
    Aunt Sophia roughly pulled the steel probe out of my penis and I screamed with pain. She seized my penis and then followed the same procedure as she did before with the nipple piercing. This time she pierced the needle through my penis glans, near the tip, and roughly pushed a thick silver ring through the bleeding hole.
    I screamed in absolute agony. The pain was driving me mad. I was sobbing and howling and begging her to stop. My voice sounded like the tormented muffled baying of a wounded animal in its death throes. I desperately tried to free myself once again but my body was locked in steel.
    Aunt Sophia extracted the nails from my balls with a pair of pliers and inserted more rings into the bleeding holes.
    Tears of pain were streaming down my face and I was sobbing against the gag frantically.
    Aunt Sophia suddenly undid my restraints and roughly rolled me over onto my stomach and re-did the bonds – this time my back and my buttocks were exposed. I twisted my neck around and saw her go to the wall where an impressive array of crops, switches, canes and whips hung from hooks. She selected a flexible rattan cane and came back to the table.
    Without warning, and seemingly from nowhere, she produced a black latex hood and pulled into over my head, e ffectively blindfolding me. There were two small holes in the nostril area that allowed me to breath. The hood fitted my whole head tightly like a second skin, effectively blackening out the world. Now that I could no longer see what was going on I was more terrified than ever.
    I felt her move between my legs behind me.
    Aunt Sophia proceeded to tie my balls tightly at the base with wire of some sort, effectively stopping the blood flow. My painful throbbing penis was also