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CHAPTER 5 – DAY 2
The Subject
When the boys woke up the next morning, they went to the lake to wash up. Being shy teen boys that they are, they kept their boxers or boxer briefs on as they washed themselves off. They shared one bar of soap as each superficially cleaned most of the important areas. It was already a warm, humid morning so none of them was able to completely dry off. They each dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and returned to the camp site, where Aaron was breaking out the box of Pop Tarts. Nothing too complex for this camping trip. It was around 8:30, the sun was bright in the morning sky and a few wispy clouds floated high in the sky.
Aaron: �Guys, sit down around last night’s camp fire. I’ve got something to tell you.�
The four boys sat on logs around the remnants of the fire, grabbed their Pop Tarts and feasted on their gourmet breakfast nuggets.
Aaron: �Listen up. Last night’s conversation had a purpose. It wasn’t just some bullshit I told you cause we’re guys and I felt like it. Something’s going to happen today and tomorrow that will be unlike anything you’ve ever seen. You know how in science class you get to run experiments, right?�
They nodded, mostly ignoring Aaron as they chowed down.
Aaron: �Well, these next two days you will get to experiment on a real person. You will get to do things to him that no one gets to do. He will be yours to use any way you want.�
The boys stopped eating, looked intently at Aaron and tried to comprehend what he was saying. None of them wanted to be the first to speak up and ask a dumb question, so they remained silent.
Aaron: �Okay, I can tell you guys aren’t getting it. I’ll spell it out for you. This guy, Skyler, is coming here this morning to offer himself to you. You can and will do absolutely anything to him you want. He gets off on being the center of attention and on being hurt. He’s 17.�
Their mouths went dry and Josh was holding his Pop Tart mid-air, completely oblivious to its existence. But that last statement of Aaron’s couldn’t go unanswered, so he piped up.
Josh: �Soooo� he wants to be beat up?�
Aaron: �Sorta. That’s the start of it. What he wants is for you to learn from exploring and testing his body. Figure out what happens to a body when you do weird and brutal things to it. Understand?�
Josh: �Uhhhhh..sure.� The other boys remained silent, continuing to concentrate on Aaron’s every words. David especially didn’t say as a word, as his mind was taking him in another direction. He leered at Aaron looking for any kind of clue that his growing suspicion might be correct.
Aaron: �Okay, he’ll be here in a little while and I’ll show you what’s up. In the meantime, Colin, go to my truck and grab the green bag out of the bed.�
Colin cautiously got up, trying to make sense of this whole deal. He may be only 13, but he seriously thought he had some idea how the world worked. But this just didn’t make sense. How could some 17-year-old guy want to come to camp and be beat up by us? Poor Colin just couldn’t comprehend it. But, he wasn’t alone; his friends couldn’t figure it out either. Only David had another possible idea, but he refused to believe it. Colin went to Aaron’s truck, opened the lid on the bed and retrieved the green duffle bag. He didn’t open it and gave it to Aaron. Aaron opened the bag and retrieved 4 strands of thick white nylon rope, leaving the other contents in place.
Aaron: �When Skyler gets here, you guys are going to tie him up between those 2 trees.� Aaron pointed to a pair of distant vertical trees that stood about 9 feet apart. Aaron handed one length of rope to each boy. Each boy timidly accepted the rope, saying nothing.
Aaron: �Alright, finish eating and throw the football around until Skyler gets here.� Aaron ignored David’s silent, inquisitive glare.
As expected, they were quiet until the boys got together, away from Aaron. They finished eating, walked towards a clearing within sight of the camp and stood around each other. They finally opened up to each other.
Tyler: �Okay, what the fuck was that all about?�
Josh: �Hell if I know, but it’s fucked up.�
Tyler: �No shit. Think he was fucking with us?�
They all looked at David, who was Aaron’s cousin. Perhaps he had some insight.
David: �Dude, I have no idea. Sounded serious to me.�
This tepid affirmation caused them all go quiet again, as they pondered this may be for real. After a few seconds, David broke the silence and decided to share his suspicion.
David: �He said his name was Skyler, right?�
Colin remembered every detail of the conversation and nodded in agreement.
David: �Well, Skyler is our cousin and I guess he’s around 17, so it might be him.�
Colin piped up: �So if it is, what’s his deal?�
David: �I know he’s gay and my uncle can’t stand him. He’s like an embarrassment to the family. I don’t know. He’s keeps to himself and he gets picked on at school. He’s mostly a pussy.�
Colin: �So he’s going to show up here and we’re supposed to beat the shit out of him?�
David: �Yeah, I have no idea.�
Tyler: �Okay, so this is really fucked up. Will you recognize him if he shows?�
David: �Yeah�
Tyler: �And you’ll tie him up and beat him up?�
David shrugged. This was really starting to hit home for him. Was his big cousin really the Skyler that was going to show up?
Tyler: �Whatever. I guess we’ll see what happens if he shows.�
The boys dispersed and threw the football, for a while, reverting back to their normal state of activity.
About 20 minutes later, David’s attention instantly shifted from the football being thrown at him to the camp sight. The football barely missed him, but when the boys noticed David looking towards the camp, their collective gaze also shifted. David clearly saw Aaron talking to his cousin Skyler, but his eyes were having a tough time convincing his brain that it was indeed the very same Skyler he last saw at Christmas. After a few seconds, the other boys gathered around David.
Tyler: �Is that him?�
David: �Yeah� I guess it is.�
By this time, Aaron saw the boys staring and motioned for them to come over. The boys complied, but they were in no hurry to get there, so they slowly walked until they got there, keeping a safe distance.
Aaron: �Guys, this is Skyler. Yes, David, it’s who you thought.� Skyler wore minimal clothing. He wore a pair of khaki shorts, a skin-tight muscle shirt showing off his thin frame, and flip flops.
Skyler looked confident, smiling to the boys: �Hey guys. Hi David. Don’t worry. I won’t bite. In fact, you will do the biting.� He chuckled a bit. The guys thinly smiled, mostly out of nervousness rather than the intended sarcastic humor.
Aaron: �As I said earlier, Skyler is here to be your personal experiment for the rest of the outing. He will let you do anything you want to him and you won’t get in trouble. Nothing is off limits and you will be creative. After all, you’re Scouts and creativity should be in your blood. Skyler?�
Skyler: �That’s right guys. David already knows this, but for the rest of you, I’m pretty much a sissy faggot and the only thing I’m really good at is serving others, usually through humiliation and pain. These next couple days will be different than anything either of us has experienced. When Aaron says anything is acceptable, he’s right. I want you to learn whatever you can about the human body from me and I especially want you to know what it’s like to break a body.�
The boys again stared in absolutely amazement, hanging on Skyler’s every words, barely breathing and certainly not swallowing. Skyler continued.
Skyler: �That’s right. You can do the most horrible things imaginable to this body, which is now your body. I turn myself over to you and want you to be extremely cruel to me as you’re learning how a body works and is put together. Got it?�
Again, none of the boys acknowledged, perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of a lack of comprehension. So, Aaron spoke up.
Aaron: �Listen guys. No one is going to get in trouble here. There’s no hidden cameras and none of us will ever talk about what happens here. Everything Skyler said is true – his body now belongs to you. Let’s get over to the tree and tie him up.�
Securing the Subject
The boys were still mostly shell shocked by what they were hearing, but they followed Aaron and Skyler to the trees.
Aaron: �Obviously you can’t do much experimenting on a body if it has clothes on, so what should we do about that? Tyler?�
Tyler: �Um, I don’t know.� Tyler was afraid to say what he really thought.
Aaron: �Oh come on, yes you do. Stop being a pussy.�
That insult snapped Tyler out of it and he spoke up: �I guess he should take his clothes off.�
Aaron: �Very good. You’re right. Skyler, you heard the man. Strip.�
Skyler did as he was told and the boys looked on with eyes fully opened, watching almost in slow motion as Skyler declothed. Skyler started with his flip flops, kicking them to the side, proceeding next to slowly remove his skin-tight muscle shirt. This revealed Skyler’s completely smooth chest, flat nipples and little outie navel. When Skyler’s hands were overhead, every rib was clearly visible. Even when Skyler tossed the shirt aside and returned his arms to his side, his rubs were prominently on display. Skyler was definitely skinny, just as David said earlier. Skyler confidently moved to the buckle, unfastened it on his khakis and started to lower them. The boys immediately noticed the lack of boxers as the khakis slowly descended Skyler’s lower body. Within seconds, the khakis were around Skyler’s ankles, being kicked aside along with his shirt and flip flops, leaving him naked. The boys instinctively let their eyes fall towards Skyler’s cock and balls.
The first thing they noticed was how completely hairless he was. Not a stitch of hair anywhere in the area. Skyler’s 5� uncut cock was at half mast, responding to the thrill he was feeling at performing for the boys. His balls hung low in their sac, thanks to the warm, humid morning conditions. His cock was smooth, straight and slightly on the thin side. All in all, Skyler’s equipment was average and looked quite good. In total, Skyler’s body was blemish free and as smooth as a baby’s bottom.
Aaron: �That’s better. Now guys, take your rope and find a limb. Use your best knot and tie one end around the ankle or wrist.�
The guys were hesitant to move, but David moved in. For whatever reason, the sight of his naked cousin in front of him gave him a sense of confidence he didn’t know he had. He had heard the stories of his sissy cousin and the thought of getting a chance to work on him was starting to make his heart race. He knelt down at Skyler’s left ankle and began tying one end of his rope. Tyler stepped in and took the other ankle. Colin and Josh took the two wrists. As the boys worked, Skyler felt a rush of satisfaction flow over him and he realized he was finally going to be used for the purpose he was meant to serve. He knew of no greater service to humanity than to give 4 adolescent boys the opportunity to discover things about the human body that almost no living humans ever get to experience. He was determined to give these guys a good show and to hold off screaming and begging as long as possible, to prevent scaring them off.
Each boy completed his task and they each started to walk away from Skyler, carrying the rope towards their respective tree. Each tree extended about 50 feet in the air, was straight for the first 10 feet and had a trunk diameter of 2 feet. These were sturdy, mature trees that would offer Skyler no hope of escape.
Aaron: �Good job guys. Now time to complete the tying. Here’s what I want you to do. He needs to be spread as far apart as possible, almost ripping his arms and legs from their sockets. And it has to hurt him real bad. To do this, wrap the rope halfway around the tree, put your foot up against the trunk and pull with all your strength, all at the same time. This will pull his arms and legs as wide as possible. Make sure the ropes on his wrists are up pretty high, like at head level if you can reach that high.�
The boys got in position, wrapped their pieces of rope around the healthy tree trunks, steadied themselves with a foot against the tree and were preparing to pull.
Aaron: �Good. Okay, pull.� Aaron watched as the boys pulled on the ropes, pulling Skyler painfully wide and apart. Skyler gasped and yelled out, causing each boy to let up. Aaron immediately interjected: �No! Don’t let up. Keep pulling, harder!� The boys did as instructed and pulled on the ropes. The two boys holding Skyler’s wrists couldn’t pull very far, as the two arms were pretty much held slightly up from his body. The legs, on the other hand, had quite a bit of give to them so they had farther to extend. And extend they did. Skyler was grimacing in pain as he felt his tendons nearly rip apart from the force of the pulling of his sensitive limbs. He concentrated on not yelling out again, which could again cause the boys to stop their pulling. He needed to take the pain and let them finish their task.
Colin: �I can’t pull any more. What do I do?�
Josh: �Me too. I’m holding as hard as I can�
Aaron: �Okay, without letting the rope slip, walk the rope completely around the tree trunk a couple times, tying it off when you’re done. How are you two doing?�
David and Tyler were pretty much at their limits with Skyler’s fully extended legs and they followed Aaron’s instructions as well. Within a couple minutes, all 4 ropes were tied and Skyler was completely immobile and spread eagle. His limbs hurt like hell and he was having a hard time concentrating on the present.
Aaron: �Awesome job guys. Stand back and look at your work.� The 5 guys walked about 6 feet in front of Skyler and admired his stretched out naked frame. Perhaps not surprisingly, the boys noticed Skyler wasn’t as tall as before. All the pulling on his legs caused him to be just a few inches shorter. His stomach looked painfully sunken and every rib was clearly visible under his taut skin. The sun shone on Skyler, through the trees, at an overhead angle that made the front of his body glisten. He was sweating both from the humidity and the stress on his body. The heat and humidity also caused Skyler’s balls to continue to nestle beautifully in the bottom of his fully extended sac. In short, his fragile skinny body looked incredibly gorgeous, especially on the backdrop of what lie ahead for him.
The Punching Bag
Aaron: �Okay guys, a few ground rules now that he’s tied up. Skyler gets no food or water for the rest of this trip. He’s also going to stay tied up like this. Also, everything you do to him from this point forward has to hurt or embarrass him. You will learn about the human male body at his expense. We’ll start simple. Each of you will punch him 5 times each, as hard as you can, in his stomach. David, he’s your cousin, so you can start. Turn his stomach into mush for the faggot he is.�
This was the first time Aaron had uttered that word and it caught the boys off guard. Of course, none of them was new to the word and each repeatedly threw the word around among their friends as innocent gestures of insult, but now, Aaron really meant �faggot� in its truest sense. Aaron wanted the guys to beat the shit out of this guy. David had to speak up.
David couldn’t look at the helpless Skyler but instead looked at Aaron: �Are you sure? Does he really want this? Am I going to hurt him?�
Aaron: �Listen David ..and the rest of you listen up � it doesn’t matter what he wants anymore. He’s tied up and your prisoner. He cannot escape and he won’t tell anyone. Will you Skyler?�
Skyler was still having some trouble concentrating due to the conditions of his stretched body, but he managed a response: �No way. I’ll never tell. Listen David, I want you to hurt me as bad as you can imagine. And then, think up the most awful things you can think of with your friends and do them to me. Nothing is off-limits and no part of this body off-limits. Seriously guys, fuck me up.�
David shook his head and the other boys looked on to see what he would do. But, he chimed in: �Alright, whatever. Here it comes.�
David stepped right in front of Skyler, to the point where he could smell the sweat coming off his body. He braced his feet on the mostly dirt ground, reared back his right hand, made a clinched fist and swung forward straight into Skyler’s gut. As expected, Skyler barely moved an inch. His mid section absorbed the blow and the breath escaped Skyler’s mouth with a big puff of air. It was certainly a good hit, but not his hardest.
Aaron: �Not bad. But you can do much better. Keep going. Four to go.�
David delivered the next four punches in rapid succession, barely giving Skyler a chance to recover between the hits to his sunken abdomen. All five hits landed in just about the same spot on his belly button, leaving a distinctive red glow on his belly. If it were possible for Skyler to sag in his bonds, he certainly would have, but the boys did an outstanding job ensuring that was all but impossible. Skyler’s head did sag, however and he struggled to get full breaths of air in his lungs.
Aaron: �Good job cuz. Alright, who’s next?� Gaining confidence that this whole thing was actually for real, 13 year-old Colin eagerly stepped up. Somehow seeing this naked, tied up guy 4 years his elder was beginning to send adrenaline through his young body. A strange new sensation to be sure. He had no clue how to respond other than to give into the raw emotions.
Colin assumed the same position and stance as David before him, reared back and delivered the hardest hit he could. Even though he was a soccer player and extremely fit, his 13-year-old frame couldn’t deliver truly devastating blows, but he didn’t know that. The effects on Skyler were nice nonetheless. Skyler continued to be worn down by the repeated beatings; he continued to struggle in his bonds, desperate to bend over and protect his wounded abdomen and ultimately desperate to get enough fresh air in his lungs. He was slowly failing on all counts. His head stayed down most of the time, giving into what was happening to him. Colin finished his five punches and was extremely proud of himself. He did well and was seriously pumped with adrenaline. He bounced up and down like a boxer, clearly wanting more.
David chuckled: �Awesome job Colin. You showed true spirit. You’ll get your chance soon enough to break poor Skyler some more. Alright, who’s next?�
Both Josh and Tyler, the 14-year-olds, stepped up. Presumably being just a bit older, they would deliver even more powerful punches. But, Tyler piped up first.
Tyler: �I’ll go next, but his head’s just hanging there. Anyway to hold it up so he sees what’s happening to him?�
Aaron: �Excellent question. Skyler, hey Skyler, listen up. Hold up your fucking head.� David went to Skyler, grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head from his chest and into normal position. Skyler tried to hold it in place, but was losing some self control given the ever-present pain in his limbs and the growing raw pain in his gut.
Aaron: �Hmmm, I don’t know. He might need some help.� No one said anything and then David broke the silence a few seconds later. �Ah, I have an idea. Look straight up. See how the tree slowly bends this way? Let’s tie a noose around his neck and tie the other end to the tree up there. That’ll surely hold his head up.�
Colin, still high on the experience, jumped at the chance to scale the tree. Jumping up and down, he proclaimed: �Oh me, me! I’ll do it!�
Aaron laughed one again, �Haha alright Colin. It’s all yours.� David retrieved another length of nylon rope from his duffle bag. �Alright guys, gather around. Anyone know how to make a noose? I mean a proper one?� No one chimed up this time, but each boy had a wide-eyed look of anticipation on his face. They were really getting into this. Skyler was listening in and certainly didn’t object. Deep down, he liked this turn of events, especially since it came from one of the boys and so early in what he knew would be an unrelenting torturous couple of days.
Aaron: �Okay, watch closely.� Over the next few minutes, Aaron slowly and carefully constructed a gallow’s knot noose. He chose that knot because it’s especially effective for strangulations. Of course he wasn’t going to kill Skyler, but he certainly wouldn’t mind ramping up his suffering. A few minutes later, the noose was complete and he gave the knot-end to Tyler and the loose end to Colin.
Aaron: �Alright Tyler, this was really your idea, so put that end around his neck and pull tight. Colin, you work your way up the tree and tie it off.� Both boys did as instructed. The others watched with undivided attention as the bound guy was about to be hung. Colin was a natural tree climber and monkeyed his way into position directly above Skyler with no problem. He straddled the thick, sturdy branch with his legs and used his arms to start pulling on the rope, removing the slack.
Colin: �How hard to I pull?�
Aaron: �Keep going until I say stop. Just like before, wrap one end halfway around the tree now and pull down, making it tighter.�
As Colin slowly pulled the rope, Aaron and the other boys carefully watched Skyler’s neck and it started to almost lengthen before their eyes. His head rose to face the guys, he managed a labored swallow and his face started to flush almost instantly.
Aaron: �Alright, hold it there. Let’s see if that’s right.� Aaron watched to see if Skyler could manage a breath with the rope so constricted around his neck. His eyes were wide open, staring at Aaron, but not exhibiting a plea for mercy. This pleased Aaron greatly. Skyler knew he needed to suffer and endure and this little torment was certainly fair game. Skyler managed little wisps of air through his lips, perhaps enough to suck in enough oxygen, perhaps not. But Aaron was satisfied that Skyler was struggling and that’s all that mattered. He told Colin to tie off the rope and he did an excellent job. Colin descended the tree and took a look at his handy work. He was quite impressed with the visual in front of him. In fact, all the boys were. They patted Colin on the head and back, congratulating him on a job well done. Skyler presented in front of the five guys in a fine predicament. He was hopelessly tied spread eagle and his head and neck were cruelly pulled upwards, depriving Skyler of much needed air, especially when he was already struggling to breath from the stomach punches. Of course, more were on their way.
Aaron: �I gotta say, I’m impressed guys. You worked together and solved a tough problem. Look at his head; it’s not resting on his chest anymore. So what if he can’t breath?� He chuckled and the boys chimed in, quickly realizing the specimen in front of them was becoming less human and more of a thing with each passing minute. �Alright Tyler, have at him � and make these the hardest punches you can possibly give.�
Tyler didn’t need any more encouragement. Taking a similar stance as the boys before him, Tyler lined up in front of Skyler and gave a deafening blow right to Skyler’s already tender abdomen. This blow succeeded in pushing out what little air Skyler had left in his lungs. He instinctively tried to breathe in air to replenish his supply, but the noose made that task very difficult. He struggled in his bonds trying desperately to find some sweet air. His eyes naturally widened in fear and while he was trying to figure out what to do, Tyler delivered his next blow. There was no air to escape Skyler’s lungs this time and a thud was all the other boys heard. Skyler was losing the battle for oxygen and didn’t know what to do. Not deterred by Skyler’s predicament, Tyler delivered his next three blows in rapid succession. They didn’t have much of an affect on Skyler as there was nothing left to do to him. He had no air to breathe; he had no more air to exhale and his already-sunken abdomen could compress no further.
As Tyler stepped back to admire his work, they all watched Skyler continue to flail around trying to breathe. It had taken probably 30 seconds to deliver all 5 punches and in that time, Skyler had been without fresh oxygen. He looked around to Aaron and the other boys for some sign of assistance, but none was forthcoming. He would have to figure a way out of this predicament himself. He coaxed his mind to tell his body to slow its panic and focus on stretching his head and neck up, even an inch, to allow an opening for air to get in. After maybe 10 seconds, his efforts started to pay off, and there was enough slack in the rope to allow the thinnest of airway openings. Skyler sucked in what air he could, almost renewed by the paltry few ounces making their way into his lungs. But they were enough to give him hope to try again. And try he did. After a few more successful intakes of air, Skyler started to regulate his breathing and get back to normal, whatever the hell that meant given his predicament.
Aaron was pleased to see Skyler struggle, but also solve his own problem. He’ll have to remember to give him more opportunities like this. �Okay Josh, you’re it. And since you’re the baseball pitcher, I expect you to be the star performer. I expect you to punch straight through his stomach and see your fist come out his spine. Make him suffer.�
Josh: �I got this Aaron. No worries. This bitch is goin’ down.� Aaron permitted himself a wry smile as he appreciated how into this the boys were getting. He clearly didn’t expect them to be so enthusiastic so early. This certainly looked good for what was to come. Josh assumed the position in front of Skyler and, as promised, delivered the five most brutal punches to Skyler’s gut. Skyler once again tried to get adequate air into his lungs. This time, the combination of pain in his limbs, pain in his abdomen, constricted neck and panic were too much to overcome. He slowly lost the battle and within a minute of Josh’s last punch, Skyler fell unconscious, but with his bulging eyes remaining open.
The boys started to freak, thinking they killed him. Especially Josh. He broke out into a cold sweat and just knew he was going to get in trouble for this. Seeing their instant panic, Aaron responded.
Aaron: �Don’t worry guys; he’s fine. He just went unconscious, like he’s asleep. Colin, get back up there and undo the rope. Within 15 seconds, Colin scaled the tree and had the rope undone and let the loose end fall to the ground. Aaron loosened the knot and completely removed the noose from Skyler’s neck. The line between the flushed face and the normal color of the rest of his body was very clear. When the rope was removed, Skyler’s natural instincts took over and he started coughing and he sucked in air as he regained consciousness. Inside of a couple minutes, Skyler was back with the group and once again focusing on the intense pain in his stomach. Aaron felt it was time to question Skyler, primarily for the benefit of the boys.
Aaron: �So Skyler, how was that?�
Skyler started to answer, but his voice was raspy and unintelligible. He cleared his throat a couple times, swallowed and tried again. �That was seriously intense. You guys hit like boxers. My stomach totally kills.� He managed a little smile of encouragement. He knew why Aaron was talking to him; he needed to bring the boys back into the fold � let them know what just happened was cool.
Aaron: �So, no regrets?�
Skyler: �No way man. I loved the noose idea. It was also cool for you guys to see what a body goes through when it’s tortured. I expect more of the same dedication to tearing me apart.� That was the first time Skyler used the word ‘torture’ and it wasn’t lost on the boys. Each boy processed the word and, to this point, only heard the term used in relation to prisoners of war. Perhaps that was the connection Skyler was trying to make in their minds. Torture him like a prisoner and feel no regrets for what happens to him.
Aaron: �Good deal. You don’t go anywhere Skyler. The guys and I are going back to camp and will be back before too long.�
Aaron summoned the boys to follow him back to camp and around last night’s fire. They could still see Skyler’s strung up body in the distance. All sitting on logs, Aaron started.
Aaron: �So, what do you think about what happened?�
Colin: �That was so awesome! I’ve never done anything like that.�
Aaron: �Having that kind of power over another person is hot, isn’t it?�
All four boys nodded in agreement.
Aaron: �Tyler, kudos to you for saying something about his head lying on his chest. If it wasn’t for you, we never would have added the noose to his neck. That was awesome wasn’t it?�
David piped up: �Yeah it was really cool seeing our cousin all spread out like that. I know everyone makes fun of him, but yeah, I never thought something like this would happen.�
Aaron: �Well, here’s the deal guys. This is only the beginning. What you just did doesn’t compare to what’s going to happen. You are going to literally beat the shit out of him, tear him up, make him bleed and break his bones. What do you think of that?�
The boys went silent, again floored by what they’re hearing. Colin eventually spoke up: �Do what?�
Aaron: �You heard me. Skyler’s body belongs to you guys now. You’re going to tear it to shreds and he knows that’s why he’s here.
Preparing for the Tasks
The boys again looked in amazement at the words they were hearing. This whole thing was getting weirder by the minute. But, Aaron didn’t let the words sink in and he moved on.
Aaron: �Okay, it’s time for more. Here’s what we’re going to do next. The subject wrote bunch of ideas down on pieces of paper and you’re each going to pick one at a time and do it to him. To see who goes first, I have a challenge for you. Each of you are going to punch Skyler as hard as you can square in his balls. Whoever makes him scream the loudest wins and gets to go first.� A huge smile came across Colin’s face. This was going to be fun. �Josh, why don’t you go first? Show us that arm of yours again.�
Skyler looked even more vulnerable than before, knowing that his balls were now the target of the boys attention. Spread out and completely unable to protect himself, Skyler’s now soft dick started to get hard. He was seriously getting hot thinking about these boys brutalizing his nuts. Hell, getting these boys anywhere near his sex was hot. Who cares if they were hurting him? His rising mast wasn’t missed on Aaron or the boys.
Aaron: �Look at that Josh. He’s sportin’ wood. He seriously wants this. Grab his balls and pull them way down so you can feel what you’re in for.�
Josh had never held any balls in his hands, except for his own. And certainly not with the intent of causing those precious jewels harm. But this was different. Josh worked his way over to Skyler, kneeled down and slowly enveloped Skyler’s low-hanging, sweaty balls in the fist of his right hand. Josh started to pull down until Skyler started to grunt and moan in discomfort. Josh knew Skyler was here to suffer, so he kept pulling. Aaron once again smiled. Josh pulled them down several inches until they would go no further. Skyler was audibly moaning, trying to bend his knees to relieve the pressure on his nuts. Of course, this was a hopeless gesture. His limbs weren’t going anywhere.
Aaron: �Good job dude! Now punch them as hard as you can and remember, you’re playing for the loudest scream.�
Josh let go of Skyler’s balls and watched them snap back to their original position. He scooted around Skyler’s package, trying to find the best angle. It was funny watching him take this so seriously. He didn’t ask anyone for help. He was going to figure this out himself. He decided a straight on punch, like you’d hit a punching ball, was the right move for him. So, he lined up just like he did earlier when he delivered the gut punches, but this time he was a little lower. His balance was a little off, but he compromised, reared his hand back and delivered his knock-out blow to those sweet, unprotected nuts. His aim was dead on and Skyler’s nuts went flying straight back, smacking his own ass and falling back and forth a couple times before resting in their original position. All the while, Skyler let out more of a full volume �aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh� as he once again struggled against his well-tied ropes. He didn’t budge while his balls felt like they were on fire.
Aaron: �Sweet hit dude! That could easily be the winning shot. Okay Colin, get up there. Don’t give him time to rest. Rack his nuts!�
Colin was quickly regaining his earlier exuberance and his heart instantly started racing when he was Josh nail Skyler in the balls. Just seeing another kid’s balls racked like that was unquestionably awesome to witness. Colin decided to repeat Josh’s stance and technique and delivered his own thunderous blow. While it wasn’t as devastating as Josh’s, it still elicited a nice howl from Skyler. Unfortunately for Colin, everyone agreed the screen Josh forced from Skyler was louder. Halfway through and Josh remained in the lead.
Aaron: �David, get up there. Try a different hit, though. Whatever you want, just change things up.�
David didn’t need prodding; he had already planned to hit Skyler another way. Something about seeing his cousin like this was actually erotic and he was starting to get his own wood developing in his khaki shorts. Fortunately, khakis are bulky and he was able to keep his embarrassing erection hidden from view. He walked over to Skyler who, at this point, was in a mental haze as he struggled to cope with the intense agony he was feeling at the hands of his sensitive balls. For this short period, the pain in his gut, arms and legs were no longer at the forefront of his mind. He could focus only on his balls and he knew they were in for more.
David got in front of Skyler and encircled his balls in his fist, squeezing them in the palm of his hand. This action elicited a high-pitch scream from Skyler as this new assault was cruelly violating his already compromised balls. Again he tried to kneel down, close his legs, anything. But he was destined to suffer, nothing more. Once David had Skyler’s balls exactly where he wanted them in the palm of his left hand, he made a fist with his right hand, reared back and brought it down with thunderous force onto the captured balls, held steadily in place by his unwavering left hand. Skyler’s reaction was almost animal like. He visibly thrashed in his bonds – yes, he actually moved this time and let out the most gut wrenching yell any of these guys has ever heard. It actually scared David that he jumped out of the way, releasing Skyler’s balls in the process. Skyler howled and yelled so loud, the guys couldn’t laugh; they just stared at Skyler flailing about like a stuck pig.
After about a minute, Skyler stopped yelling and started to settle down.
Aaron: �Whoa cuz, awesome whack. That was amazing. You’re definitely on top!� Josh was bummed, but knew he had been bested. He almost forgot there was a strung up guy suffering in front of him; he was pissed he lost.
After another minute or so, Aaron called for Tyler to round out the competition. Tyler knew he had a rough job ahead, but he was totally up to the job. After all, he was the oldest, even if only by a couple months. This was so his challenge to win. Tyler got up to Skyler before he had too much time to recover. He also picked up Skyler’s now-reddened and bloated balls and his and rolled them around in his closed fist, periodically pushing on the orbs with his index finger. This caused renewed crying and yelling from Skyler, exactly the reaction he hoped for. He decided to do the same thing as David, but with a slight twist. He placed Skyler’s balls in his left hand, clenched his right fist, got on his knees and prepared to deliver a knock-out blow. But, in contrast to David’s technique, Tyler pointed his knuckles straight down towards Skyler’s balls and intended to him them head on with his pointy knuckles.
Tyler was ready. He pulled his hand back as far as possible, and swung straight down with all the force he could muster. Unfortunately his aim was a bit off and completely missed one ball and grazed the other with his fist. This certainly elicited a reaction from Skyler, but nothing like the previous blows.
Tyler lept up, screaming: �Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! No way man. Do over!�
Aaron: �Sorry man, you had your chance and you blew it.� The other boys laughed at Tyler cursing up a storm, stomping around Skyler’s battered body. Even though Skyler loved the pain and especially the attention he was receiving, he sort of enjoyed the last attempt missing his oh-so-sore nuts. He looked down and could see they were red, swollen and were absolutely on fire. He struggled to maintain his composure as the boys attention diverted to Tyler and his pseudo-rant.
Aaron: �So sad. Better luck next time! David, it’s all you. You get to go first!�
Josh: �No fair, he cheated.�
David defended himself: �Cheated? How?�
Josh: �I don’t know; you just did.�
David: �No way dude. I won fair and square. Eat shit.�
Aaron took a brown lunch bag out of his duffle bag that had �Day 1� written on it.
Aaron: �Okay, here’s the deal. Inside this bag are numbers, nothing more. Reach inside the bag, pick a number and then go to the duffle bag and find the corresponding bag or stuff with the number on it. When you retrieve the bag or items, you will see an index card with your instructions. Understand? Good. David, you’re up.�
Day 1, Task 6: Needles Under Nails
David reached into the bag, felt around and pulled out a folded piece of paper, unfolded it and saw �6� written on it. He held it up inquisitively. Aaron told him to pick out bag number 6 out of the duffle bag. David dug around, soaking in the other things he saw until he found a zip lock bag with the number 6 written on a piece of masking tape affixed to the bag. He took it out, opened it up and removed the index card.
Aaron: �Read it out loud so everyone can hear.�
David: �Day 1, Task 6 � Within this bag you will find 20 – 1� long sewing needles. You will insert each needle under the subject’s finger and toe nails, pushing each completely under the nail and into his finger or toe, until the round head of the needle is buried up against the tip of the nail. The purpose of this task is to test the subject’s pain endurance. No physical harm will come from this, but the pain will be intense.�
Josh chimed in: �Wow that’s so cool.�
David looked through the bag, looking at each of the needles and replied: �Yeah, this is gonna suck for him.�
David worked his way over to Skyler and asked: �Did you hear that?�
Skyler: �Yeah I heard. It’s okay. You can do it. I know it’ll hurt, but I want you to enjoy hurting this body. If I scream and cry, just ignore me and keep going. I’ll try not to beg you to stop.� Skyler says this as the pain in his swollen balls continues to dominate his senses. He also had a nice red rash on his stomach from the repeated punches.
David: �Alright man.� Since Skyler was crouched down due to his wide spread legs, his arms and hands were at a convenient height for this task. David approached Skyler’s right hand and the other boys eagerly crowded around for the show. They were absolutely fixated on this unique experience. David removed one needle from the bag and examined it. He noticed every needle had a round, blue ball on one and and the metal needle itself was one inch long and very thin with a pointy head. David grabbed hold of Skyler’s index finger on his right hand and lined up the needle under Skyler’s finger nail. David took this opportunity to examine Skyler’s hand and fingers. His hand, like the rest of him, was skinny, tight skinned and very smooth. The digits themselves were normal length for a guy of 17 years and the nails themselves extended about 1/8 of an inch beyond the underlying flesh. David was impressed at how perfectly groomed the nails were. No signs of biting/chewing, no dangling hang nails and each nail was perfectly round.
David finished his visual examination and prepared to insert the needle. He started to push into the sensitive flesh under the nail, just on the underside of the nail itself so the needle was actually visible under the translucent nail. Skyler immediately reflexed his finger and succeeded in jarring David’s hand away. Each boy laughed at David and Tyler, who was the last butt of ribbing, was quick to pipe up and call David a pussy. David responded with the required �fuck you� and quickly regained control of Skyler’s hand with a needle dangling out of the index finger. He got a firm hold this time; that would not happen again. He continued his original task by pushing the needle further into Skyler’s finger. By this time, Skyler was bucking, trying to free his hand and screaming at the top of his lungs. The pain was sharp and very intense, especially since it was so localized to such a small area. Skyler’s head was also flopping back and forth in some desperate attempt to lessen the pure agony. David was undeterred and continued to push until the needle passed the entire length of the nail itself and he was now pushing with some force to continue the needle’s journey into a hidden portion between the skin and the underlying bone.
Skyler’s pain continued to be exquisite and unrelenting. This red hot pain was unlike the dull, gut wrenching pain in his balls. This felt so much more like electricity being shot into his digit. Of course, he was powerless to do anything about it. Not that he really wanted to. He knew he needed to suffer. After about 30 seconds of effort, the needle was buried inside his index finger and the blue ball is all the remained visible. He let go of the damaged hand and Skyler immediately started flopping it around. The sight was actually pretty funny. Poor guy actually thought his meager responses could lessen his suffering. Not likely.
David stood back a bit, admired his handy work and actually started to swell in confidence as he prided himself on the intense agony he caused his older cousin. This was so surreal and yet, once again, he started to get a hard on seeing Skyler abused. This time, however, his hard on was pushing straight down and was quickly becoming uncomfortable in his boxers. He needed to adjust his package, but didn’t want to be obvious about it. But, he didn’t really have a choice. His young erection wasn’t behaving and demanded attention. So, in haste, David grabbed his cock and balls through his khakis and repositioned them so his stiffie pointed upwards as nature intended.
This rapid action, of course, was not lost on the other boys.
Tyler continued to taunt David: �Getting off on torturing your cousin, huh fag?� David turned bright red.
Josh and Colin chuckled but didn’t add to the insults. Aaron also noticed, but didn’t feel like embarrassing his little cousin.
Aaron: �Yeah yeah. Tell me you’ve never sprung wood. Okay David, now that your boy under control, get back to it.�
David brushed off the comment. David appreciated Aaron’s deflection and got right back his task. Hard on still raging, he picked out a second needle, firmly grasped Skyler’s hand and this time focused on his middle finger. As before, he positioned the head of the needle under the nail, against the flesh and began pushing, this time harder. It wasn’t going to take him 30 seconds this time to fully insert the needle. Skyler’s screaming and thrashing began again, but David’s grip was doing the trick. After maybe 5 seconds, the task was complete. A small trickle of blood escaped the wound and flowed down the end of his finger.
The familiar screaming from Skyler was present throughout the procedure and only died down sometime after the needle was completely inserted. Over the next 5 minutes, David completed his job of inserting 10 needles into Skyler’s fingers. Skyler never stopped screaming and his voice was starting to become hoarse. He body was covered in sweat, not only from the pain, but also from the late morning sun beating down on his body.
After the fingers were done, David took a step back and admired his work. He was impressed at the job he’d done and the other guys also stepped in to see the 10 multi-colored ends pressed against Skyler’s nails. Most of his fingers also had small traces of blood near the wound.
Aaron: �Good job dude. Time to finish the job!�
David retrieved another needle, crouched down at his cousin’s outstretched left leg and started on his big toe. David was getting so good at the procedure, that the actual insertion took barely 5 seconds. He shoved the needle in fast and with sufficient force to complete the job. The next two toes didn’t take long either, but the last two small toes presented a challenge. The needles were one-inch long and the toes were barely an inch long. This meant that Tyler had straighten the toes to ensure the needles didn’t slip out the top of the skin. He was careful to ensure the needles remained completely inside his broken body. In another 5 minutes, David was done. All 20 needles were inserted, little trickles of blood evident and Skyler almost unable to talk from screaming so much.
In fact, when David stood back and actually looked at Skyler’s face, he saw a guy who was barely conscious, a little pale, sweating and generally in pretty bad shape. It’s funny, sometime during the task, David drowned out Skyler’s screaming and focused on the job. Now that he’s looking at the result of his work, he started to feel a little bad for his cousin. Aaron picked up on this and stepped in.
Aaron: �David, outstanding work. Just look at the piece of shit – 20 little needles and he’s almost wiped out. I can see you look worried by how much you hurt him. Don’t at all. Remember, he not only wants this, but he needs it. He came here today to suffer for you. Before we move on with the next task, remove the needles and let him bleed.�
David did as instructed and removed all 20 needles, watching as little trickles of blood escaped the wounds. He returned all 20 needles to the bag.
Aaron: �Alright, while Skyler hangs there in misery, let’s move on. Josh, you had the second loudest scream from Skyler, so you get to go next. Pick a number.�
Day 1, Task 3: Thorny Branch in Urethrae
Josh eagerly reached into the bag and retrieved the number 3. He handed the number to Aaron, rather than heading straight to the duffle bag as previously instructed.
Aaron: �Ah, yes. Three is quite nice. You’ll only find an index card in the duffle bag for this one. You’ll have to do a little hunting in the woods for the proper tool. Go ahead.�
Josh rummaged around in the bag and retrieved the index card with a large number 3 written on it. He read aloud: �Day 1, Task 3 � you will search through the woods and find the thinnest branch covered in as many live thorns as possible. The branch must be perfectly straight. When you return, you will get the subject’s cock hard and insert repeatedly insert the thorny branch into his urethra (piss hole). You will insert the branch all the way down, until it physically cannot go further. When you pull the branch out, you will twist it, ensuring the thorns cut the inside of his cock. You will repeat the procedure 10 times. The purpose of this task is to ruin the inside of the subject’s cock.�
Josh couldn’t believe what he just read. But, Aaron was there to provide just the right encouragement at the right time.
Aaron: �This is actually the perfect one for Skyler. While you’re out searching for the perfect thorn branch, Skyler can get back with it so he’s nice and awake for what you will do to him. Alright, take off and actually the rest of you go with him. Help him find the perfect branch.�
Josh: �Sure.� That about all he could come up with. He set off and the other three followed.
While they were wondering the woods looking for a thorn bush, they chatted about what just happened to Skyler. They asked David if was like torturing his cousin. David replied that it was pretty cool and he actually couldn’t wait to do it again. Josh was starting to gain his confidence again and was now searching in earnest for a thorn bush. It honestly wasn’t a tough task since they were everywhere. Josh found one, sprinted towards it and carefully rummaged through the branches. After a minute, he found one he liked, carefully cut it off near the bottom and retrieved a 2-foot long branch covered in thorns. The other guys immediately laughed.
Josh: �What?�
David was still laughing: �Look at that thing! You’ll never get that down his cock hole. It’s fucking huge!�
Josh looked down at the branch and he absolutely right. The branch was close to a half inch thick, and that’s before the thorns started. He blushed up, threw it down in frustration and started again. This time, he was more careful before retrieving with the perfect branch. This one was less than 1/8� thick and had smaller thorns, but they would still do the trick. He showed the guys and they smiled in approval, still inwardly laughing at Josh’s first attempt. The four walked back to Skyler and Aaron, where maybe 10 minutes elapsed.
Aaron: �Let’s see.�
Josh proudly displayed the branch and Aaron looked it over. The green branch was about 18� long and was covered in triangular, sharp barbs. Aaron gave a slight grin and told Josh he did a good job and this ought to hurt like a bitch. The boys looked at Skyler, who had regained some of his color and was aware of his surroundings again.
Aaron: �Skyler, tell the guys how you feel.�
Skyler’s voice was raspy from all the screaming and a lack of water: �Wow David, I’ve never had anything like that done to me. It hurt so bad and still does. So do my balls and arms and legs.� He chuckled a bit and added �Hell, I hurt all over, but that’s the point. Aaron told me what’s next and I can’t wait.�
Aaron: �You hear him. Josh, you get the distinct privilege of destroying a guy’s dick from the inside. If you do it right, you’ll rip apart the skin in his urethra and it might even get infected. But that honestly doesn’t matter. So long as you do it well. And to do that, Skyler has to be rock hard � and while he’s sporting some wood, he isn’t there yet. So you’re going to have to fix that.�
Josh: �How?�
Aaron: �What do you think? Jerk his cock until it gets hard!�
Josh: �No way man; I’m not a fag like him.� The other boys chuckled at Josh’s predicament.
Aaron: �Rubbing his cock doesn’t make you a fag. You simply have to do it as part of your task. It’s not sexual for you. It’s prep work for your experiment.�
Josh wasn’t convinced, but also really wanted to get this branch down Skyler’s cock. So he thought about it and eventually decided to go through with it. He approached Skyler’s stretched out body, kneeled down and carefully approached the subject. The other guys were very close by to watch this embarrassing bit of work Josh was preparing to do. Josh was trying to figure out how to get Skyler hard without touching him, but it wasn’t to be. So, he just decided to get it over with and grabbed Skyler’s cock and jerked as fast as he could. Colin busted up laughing and called Josh a fag. Josh retorted with a �fuck you� and continued his work. It honestly didn’t take long for Skyler to bone up to full mast. Josh grabbed the foot-long thorny branch and positioned it at the tip of Skyler’s piss slit. Not wasting any time, he started to push it down. The others boys were clearly interested in this task and gathered close. There was no lube to ease the insertion and Aaron didn’t suggest it. Of course, Skyler didn’t say anything either. The first inch went in without much trouble and the first triangular thorn held up forward progress. Josh pushed a couple more times, but it wasn’t budging.
Even though he was in pain, thirsty and starting to get a sun burn, Skyler was intently looking down at his helpless cock and the doom that awaited it. True to form, he didn’t mind what lay ahead for his tool and a small part of him welcomed the destruction. Skyler knew having a man’s cock wasn’t right for him; he simply didn’t deserve it. When he saw Josh running into trouble, he decided to offer some advice.
Skyler in a raspy voice: �Hey, it’s okay. Push as hard as you need to.�
Josh was annoyed at the comment and quipped: �No shit. What do you think I’m doing?�
Aaron and the other boys chuckled at Josh’s sudden sense of confidence. Perhaps Josh was starting to think of Skyler less as a person and more as a thing.
Skyler continued, unphased: �Oh I know. I’m just saying, if it won’t go in on its own, you can make the opening bigger.�
Josh stopped what he was doing and looked inquisitively at Skyler.
Aaron: �So Josh, how would you do that?�
Josh: �Um, I don’t know.�
Aaron: �Sure you do. What’s the one tool every good scout carries?�
Josh: �A knife.�
Aaron: �Right. Use it.�
Josh: �What? Like cut his dick open?�
Aaron: �That’s right.�
Josh finally got it and was not why about trying out this clever idea. He retrieved the Leatherman from his belt and looked around for the perfect tool. He settled on the little saw. He locked it into position, grasped Skyler’s cock with one hand and put the edge of the saw inside the piss slit and prepared to cut.
Colin: �Holy shit, he’s going to do it!�
Tyler: �Hell yeah!�
Josh smiled at the attention and started to saw. Within two short slicing motions, Josh split Skyler’s piss slit wide open and blood freely flowed, covering Josh’s fingers and running down Skyler’s cock. Skyler grimaced and tried to recoil, but he somehow avoided screaming out. Not that it would have mattered. Skyler’s voice was almost shot from a lack of fluids coating his throat.
Tyler: �So fucking cool man. You rock!�
Josh threw down the bloodied Leatherman on the ground, grasped Skyler’s now softened cock and jacked it in earnest. Fortunately, the blood from Skyler’s torn piss slit provided ample lube to cover the flesh. Despite the unnatural alteration Skyler’s cock just received, it had no problem responding to the stimulation. Within no time, it was back at full mast, knowing full well what was about to happen to it. Josh retrieved the thorn branch and started over, without missing a beat. Josh was on a mission and some fleshy cock was not going to stand in his way. Josh noticed blood inside the urethrae and this, too, acted as a natural lube, aiding in insertion. Once the first thorn reached the opening, it entered with ease. Josh was enthralled by the progress and kept shoving. As soon as the thorn made its trip down the urethrae, it immediately scratched the interior causing Skyler to grimace and attempt to buck in his bonds. Obviously, his efforts were unsuccessful. Josh kept pushing until the next thorn reached the tip and he didn’t hesitate. The entire branch was going into this dick, no matter what.
Eventually, 10 thorns and nearly a foot of the branch were buried in the cock. By this time, Skyler had let a couple screams escape his faltering voice, responding to the deep cuts to the inside of his cock. It was impossible to tell if any new blood was coming from Skyler’s dick since the recently enlarged opening was still bleeding. Nonetheless, Josh was very pleased with himself. He admired his handiwork and was quite impressed at the visual of a thorn branch sticking partially out of a torn up cock. It was just surreal. Aaron reminded Josh he needed to remove the branch to complete the first of 10 cycles. Josh absolutely knew what he was supposed to do, but he was soaking it in. Josh allowed himself a glance at Skyler’s face to look for an expression. Skyler was doing his best to hide how much this new assault was hurting him and especially how the cumulative tortures were seriously grating on him. Josh paid it no matter and continued.
Josh decided to rip the branch straight out, as fast as he could. He grasped ahold of the 6-8� protruding from the end of the cock opening and yanked with all his might. Skyler let out as loud of a yell as he could and threw back his head in pain. When the branch was out, the other boys rushed to Josh’s side to visually inspect the instrument of torture. They saw blood covering the entire length of the branch and even noticed little chunks of skin attached to the thorns. Almost in unison, they let out a collective �coooool!�
Aaron: �Great job Josh. You perfectly executed the first part of your task. You have blood; you have removed a little bit of the innards and you elicited a scream. Can’t ask for anything more. Now, get on with it. Nine to go.�
While Skyler was still mentally out of it, thrashing his head about, Josh grasped ahold of Skyler’s dick again, keenly aware that it was not as hard as before. He figured he would try inserting into a semi-hard cock. Josh did, and to his surprise, it worked quite well. He held Skyler’s cock firm and shoved the thorny branch right down to the prostate and immediately withdrew it. Skyler screamed almost the whole time, but once again, Skyler’s voice was weakening. Josh repeated the procedure 8 more times, sometimes twisting the branch on the way down and out, sometimes going quickly, other times taking time, all in a dual attempt to be creative and cause Skyler’s cock the maximum amount of internal damage. By the time the task was complete, Josh’s cock slit was releasing a steady stream of blood onto the ground below. The thorns were covered in little chunks of skin and all agreed Skyler’s cock was likely torn to shreds from the inside.
Aaron: �Josh, you did well, and therefore you get a bonus. Go to the duffel bag and retrieve the bag labeled ‘2 – Bonus’�
Josh did was instructed and returned with a small Zip Lock bag with a bottle inside. He removed the contents and read it �Hot Sauce�
Aaron: �This hot sauce will seriously add to Skyler’s discomfort. Pour as much as you can into his piss slit. This is an add-on experiment designed to show you what happens when something hot reacts with sensitive internals. As bad as this may be, it’s tame compared to what’s in store for the subject.�
Skyler was conscious enough to know what was coming and braced himself for the assault, but also knew it was important his cock continue its suffering. Josh opened the small bottle, approached the completely limp cock and coaxed the remaining blood out, much like you would to a nearly-empty tube of toothpaste. Once complete, Josh quickly poured the contents into the enlarged opening, awaiting Skyler’s reaction. And react Skyler did! Skyler again struggled in his bonds and screamed his voice into silence. This last attack on his body officially deprived Skyler of his ability to scream.
Aaron: �Good job again Josh. What did you learn from this?�
Josh: �I knew hot sauce was hot, but had no idea it could be so painful on the body.�
Aaron: �In this case, in the body. You technically put the hot sauce in him, not on him.�
Josh: �Yeah, I guess so. It was cool. Totally.�
Aaron chuckled: �Yes it was. Not only is his cock likely destroyed, but the hot sauce will continue to burn him until he either pisses it out or bleeds it out. We don’t care which, so long as he continues to suffer. Alright, Josh your task is complete and you did well.�
Day 1, Task 5: Slice off Nipples
Colin was jumping up and down, giddy as can be. He knew what was coming.
Aaron: �You guessed it Colin, you’re up. Reach in and pick a number.�
Josh was bouncing around so much, he had a hard time settling himself to pick a number, but eventually he did. He retrieved a 5. Aaron told him to retrieve an index card only from the duffle bag. He did and read it aloud:
Colin: �Day 1, Task 5 � you will torture then slice off the subject’s nipples. You will place small pieces of medical tape over the wounds to prevent too much bleeding. The purpose of this task is to permanently deny the subject something important to him.�
Colin dropped the card and honed in right on the subject’s chest: �Sweet man! How am I supposed to torture them first?�
Aaron: �Any way you want. Since you’re gonna cut them off, do anything you want.�
Colin looked around for implements of torture hook
Josh chimed in: �Dude, use the gut hook on my Leatherman to poke through them and see how far you can pull them out.�
Colin: �Awesome!�
Colin took Josh’s Leatherman and extended the gut hook. It was a mean looking tool and certainly not designed for the upcoming task. However, it was likely to do the job. If a fish can’t stand up to this tool, certainly some teen boy’s nipples have no hope. Still suffering from the other torments his body has already endured, Skyler did the best he could to focus on Colin’s preparations. He was both apprehensive and excited. His nipples provided him such pleasure over the years (and some needed pain), but he knew they would soon no longer be with him.
Colin extended his left hand to the subject’s right nipple, squeezed it tight and pulled it away from its home. With his right hand, Colin raised the hook to its target and pressed. To Colin’s surprise, the pointy tip did not immediately penetrate the flesh. Instead, the nipple flesh just seemed to collapse. He tried different angles, more pressure and nothing seemed to work. When he pressed too hard, the nipple skin just slipped out of his fingers. Every now and then he was distracted by the subject wincing in pain as the sharp metal poked and prodded at his sensitive flesh.
What eventually worked was pulling the nipple straight away from the body with pliers and then pushing the hook into the nipple. Once the flesh was penetrated, Skyler almost sighed in relief. He was suffering, but not the way he imagined. All that poking was truly annoying. Some blood flowed down the subject’s right chest, but it surprisingly wasn’t very much. Once the hook was through, Colin was able to start pulling. And pull he did. The subject’s chest skin was so taught since he was so skinny that there was little room for stretching. Colin got the nipple maybe 6� away from its home. That was enough however to cause the subject to scream and thrash in pain. Colin ignored him.
Aaron laughed: �Haha man that looks just like a Madonna cone tit!� The other boys looked on with blank faces. Clearly the imagery was lost on them. Aaron blew them off and continued: �Whatever. Okay you can pull its tit. Now see how much you can twist it!�
Colin lit up. He had a purple nurple once, but this was going to a whole new level. He took the mutlitool and slowly started turning it, while keeping the skin pulled as far away as possible. He found keeping the pulling up was nearly impossible. As he was twisting, the nipple seemed to pull itself back home. It mattered not, it was having the desired effect. The subject was in pure misery, screaming, yelling and flopping around as much as his tight bonds would allow. After about 2 full turns, the nipple was right up against his chest and the whole scene looked totally weird to Colin. It was almost like looking at a fleshy corkscrew. The pain from this simple torment was unbelievable. Colin wasn’t about to let up. He was going to make this task as awesome as possible!
Colin quickly unwound the nipple mess and saw a mass of red skin before him. It was so beautiful. Colin was captivated at the control he had over this pile of flesh and he was totally eating up the experience. Over the next couple minutes, he twisted the nipple, held firmly by the metal hook, in both directions, seeing if he could outdo the previous 2 full revolutions. Poor Skyler was in total agony. His body was covered in sweat, his head flew back and forth as Colin slowly destroyed his right nipple.
Eventually he tired of this and Aaron suggested it was time for the subject’s right nipple to meet its violent end. Colin again pulled the nipple straight out from the subject’s body, no twisting this time. Aaron handed Colin another multitool and unfolded the scissors. As he prepared, the other boys gathered close by to watch what was about to happen. They couldn’t believe Colin was going through with this, but no one said anything. Colin, for his part, was totally in the part and was focused on his task. His left hand held the hooked nipple conveniently away from the subject’s chest, while his right hand carefully grasped the multitool with extended scissors. He carefully examined the area to determine where he would cut. Aaron offered no advice, but was ready to step in if Colin stumbled.
But, Colin was a trooper. He had a goal in mind. He would slice off the subject’s entire right nipple and the ring of surrounding dark skin, but no more. He wanted a perfect cut. With tool in hand, he slowly moved the tool to its target. Skyler, by this time, was slightly clearing his head, looked down and tried to focus on what was happening. Pain aside, he really wanted to see the first part of his body being eviscerated. This is exactly what he wanted; he just needed to push aside the agony and regain enough mental acuity to witness the beginning of his physical destruction.
The cold, metal blades of the tiny scissors made contact with the red, taught nipple flesh. Colin opened up the mouth of the scissors as wide and he could and pushed them against their target. Colin took a deep breath, steadied his hand, focused on the nipple, to the exclusion of everything else, and slowly closed the blades. The world slowed down both for Colin and Skyler. Skyler couldn’t believe this moment was finally here. After all the years of wondering what his purpose was, to convincing Aaron to help him realize this day, culminating in his flesh about to be removed. It was ecstasy, pure ecstasy. For Colin, the moment froze because he couldn’t believe he was actually doing something like this. It was so surreal.
As the scissors did their job and cut the distended nipple flesh, Skyler didn’t make a sound (he was in a completely different head space), the other boys stared without blinking and even breathing and Aaron looked on with pride. In all but two seconds, the nipple flew off the subject’s chest, attached only by the hook of the first multitool. The rest of the subject’s chest skin snapped back to its original position, with an obvious grotesque hole in its wake. This was the first time the boys saw the meaty flesh under the surface of human skin. While Skyler didn’t have much meat on his bones, there was still some flesh there. It was lumpy, colored between white and red looked totally foreign to their young eyes. Colin, for his part, was staring at the now removed nipple. It looked so weird not attached to its former owners body. He looked inquisitively at Aaron, asking his facial expressions only, what he should do with this lump of skin.
Aaron: �Colin, awesome job. I couldn’t have done that any better myself. Let me see it.� Colin brought the hooked patch of skin forward to Aaron to inspect. Aaron touched and felt it. He was just as curious as everyone else what lay before him. �Tell you what, it belonged to the subject, give it back to him. Only this time, make him eat it.�
David: �Fucking sick man!�
Josh: �Oh shit are you serious?�
Aaron: �Yeah why not? Do it. Now�
Colin started to think, but Aaron’s quick demand cut off his mental processing. He didn’t want to touch the flesh, so he approached the subject’s head with the multitool in hand. Skyler’s head was limp and resting on his chest. Colin lifted up the subject’s head and was surprised to see his eyes wide open, looking at absolutely nothing. Colin figured he just passed out. No one really knew Skyler was in a place he had never been and few ever reach. Colin pushed the eviscerated body part into the subject’s mouth and Skyler somehow had presence enough to pull the flesh off the hook and start eating it, the whole time neither blinking his eyes or giving any facial expressions. Within a few seconds, he swallowed and it was gone. The boys absolutely couldn’t believe what was happening. This was so fucked up.
Aaron: �Alright, well, that was excellent Colin. Good job. Um, yeah�� Aaron was at a loss for words as he stared at the subject and tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with him. Oh well. Fuck it.
Aaron: �So Colin, one more to go. How are you gonna torture this one?�
Colin: �Uhh, I dunno.�
Tyler: �Cut open his nipple, shove a fire cracker in there and blow it up.�
Colin: �haha yeah right.�
Josh: �How about burning it�
Colin: �Eh, I dunno. What I did the first time was so much fun. I’m going to do that again.�
Aaron: �Not very imaginative, but it’s your task. Do what you want.�
Colin wasted no time inserting the hook into the subject’s left nipple. The assault on his body shook Skyler out of his trance and was fully back in the present screaming at the new pain. He also looked around as this nipple torture was underway to reorient himself. He quickly refocused. Within a minute of starting, Colin had the left nipple fully extended from the subject’s chest, again, maybe 6� away.
Colin: �Okay, this time I wanna try something new.� When he reached the familiar point around 6� where the skin seemed to offer no more play, he didn’t stop. He kept pulling. And pulling. He had a firm grip on the multitool, this time with both hands, as he slowly continued the stretching of poor Skyler’s nipple flesh.
By this time, Skyler was out of control with agony, screaming and yelling as he helplessly endured this horrible torture.
Colin: �See, I want the hook to rip through his nip.�
Aaron: �Ahh, I see what you’re doing. Very clever!�
Colin managed to get about 8� away from the chest before the deed was done – in one rapid moment, the nipple split right in half and Colin almost fell on his ass. Skyler’s whole body started shaking and perspiring anew as his left nipple underwent such a violent death. He, of course, continued to scream at the top of his lungs. The pain just wouldn’t let up. Even though the damage was done, the intense pain continued to assault his body.
Colin quickly got back up and stood right infront the subject’s chest. He used his index finger and thumb to take one half of the former nipple in his delicate grasp. With his other hand, Colin similarly grasped the other nipple half. He pulled them apart, looking curiously underneath. The trauma he created was thorough. The nipple was destroyed, split cleanly in half. Colin wasted no time at all securing the scissors from the second multitool and holding the half nipple segment with his finger and thumb. He pulled the segment away from the subject’s body an inch or so and quickly sliced it away from the body. Within seconds, the second half was also removed, leaving a decidedly less clean removal, compared to the right nipple.
Skyler remained mentally conscious this time and never stopped screaming and thrashing about. He was so helpless, in so much pain. This time when Colin approached him to eat the nipple flesh, he didn’t immediately comply. He honestly didn’t recall eating the first one. Colin had to knee the subject in the balls before his mouth opened and he accepted his flesh. This time, the subject was not so robotic in consuming a part of himself. He had great difficulty mentally eating part of himself, even though the pieces were small and could honestly have been swallowed whole. But he did it. He had really no choice. This go around, also, was the pain racking his mind. The two areas where his nipples formerly lived were throbbing in severe pain. He couldn’t hide the feelings and no amount of bucking against his rope bonds made things any easier.
Aaron and the boys stood back and watched all this unfold – the subject trying to eat his flesh with looks of torment on his face; the obvious pain; the constant struggling; the red/white lumpy exposed flesh holes in his chest. The whole sight was something to behold. They did it. They severely fucked up this guy and none of them would ever be the same.
With this task at its conclusion, Aaron handed Colin some dressing and bandaging and he applied it to the subject’s thin chest. When all was done, the subject hung limp in his bonds. His body was taking a serious beating and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
Day 1, Task 7: Break Every Finger & Toe
Aaron: �Tyler, it’s your turn.�
Tyler eagerly grabbed his number and retrieved #7. He wasted no time in proceeding to the duffle bag. Rummaging around inside, he found a brown lunch bag, folded and stapled at the top with a large #7 written on the outside with a black marker. Tyler ripped the bag open and retrieved the index card. He read aloud.
Tyler: �Day 1, Task 7 � this task is remarkably simple yet will have a permanent effect on the subject. Inside the bag you will find a pair of large metal pliers. You will use the pliers to bend and break each of the subject’s toes and fingers. Your goal is to fracture the joint closest to the end of the digit. The goal of this task is to render the subject’s hands useless and his feet unable to support walking.�
Tyler: �Holy shit man! I get to break his bones. That is so cool.�
Aaron allowed a small smile to escape his lips. The boys were starting to really get into this. Aaron didn’t need to prod Tyler or direct his actions. Tyler approached Skyler and looked him over, almost as a lab experiment. Tyler didn’t bother to acknowledge Skyler or even look at him. Skyler was less concerned that the object before him was a person rather than an object to be abused. Skyler was weak, but heard what was about to happen and offered no visible signs of resistance.
Tyler sat down at Skyler’s feet and examined them carefully. Skyler wore size 11 shoes, had long, thin toes devoid of hair. The toes themselves were almost perfectly formed and were very clean. Skyler kept his toe nails neatly trimmed, with each extending approximately 1/8� beyond the flesh. While Tyler couldn’t see it, the underside of Skyler’s feet were also examples of near perfection. His souls and pads were pinkish and devoid of blemishes. To the rear, Skyler’s Achilles tendons were thin and clearly defined around his ankles.
After glancing at Skyler’s feet, Tyler focused his attention on the victim’s previously damaged toes. Dark, dried blood was visible under each toe nail and at their tips. Tyler chose the second toe on Skyler’s right foot to grasp in his fingers and wiggle around. He was sizing up the toe to see what kind of resistance it offered and mostly what kind of effort he’d have to put into this task. Tyler grasped his metallic tool in hand and grasped the very same toe he has been manipulating. The eyes of the other boys grew in size as they stared at the scene about to unfold. Tyler positioned the hearty teeth of the pliers on the top and bottom sides of the vulnerable toe, carefully correcting the position for optimal placement. Tyler’s goal was to capture just that portion of the toe from the tip to the first knuckle. Tyler grasped onto the handle and squeezed down, capturing the doomed toe in between the teeth.
Once the toe was within Tyler’s grasp, he held steady and started to pivot upwards, against the normal direction the toe normally moves. A toe is a hinge joint and moves in one direction, in this case down. Tyler was careful to only bend the portion of the toe from the tip to the first knuckle and not the entire toe. He did this due to the task’s definition stating just the end should be broken. By bending the end of the toe in an upwards motion, Tyler met immediate resistance at the joint, but he continued to pull the pliers upwards while putting pressure on the rest of the toe to stay down. Even though Skyler was delirious and almost out of it, he involuntarily winced when his toe joint started to stress. He moved somewhat in his bonds, but not to the extent he did earlier. Tyler kept going and the other boys could see the results of the labor – a toe that was clearly not in the orientation it was supposed to be in. Tyler was feeling significant resistance in the joint, but didn’t give up. He would conquer his task as prescribed. He kept pulling and pulling until, all of a sudden, the joint snapped and the end of Skyler’s toe bent all the way under the inertia of Tyler’s force. Tyler almost fell forward when the joint gave way, but he maintained his control.
Skyler’s head flew back and he let out a squeak of pain from his horse vocal cords, but otherwise didn’t respond as he should from a guy who just had his toe forcibly fractured. Colin yelled out �Oh shit, cool man!� as Tyler put down the pliers and examined his work. He grasped the mangled toe between his fingers and moved it around. The toe itself was normal feeling, save for the imprints from the plier teeth, but it moved around more freely than it probably ever has. Since the joint was now broken, the poor toe lost its main piece of structural integrity. Satisfied with the results, Tyler moved on. He moved to the third toe on Skyler’s right foot and repeated the process, fracturing the joint closest to the end of the toe. Armed with immense satisfaction and strengthening confidence at the nauseating sound of each crack, Tyler quickly moved to the next two small toes, easily breaking them. Skyler reacted with each break, but it was obvious he was slowly losing touch with reality.
Tyler had only the big toe before each toe was fractured on Skyler’s right foot. For this effort, Tyler got on one knee and grasped the pliers with both hands. He would use this stance to increase his advantage when attacking this big target. Skyler’s big toe was nearly 3 inches in length and would provide a daunting challenge for sure. Tyler started in, placing the teeth of the pliers over the toe nail on the top side and on the fleshy part of the toe on the bottom side. He began his upward rotation of the big toe, but this time it wouldn’t budge. He kept at it, twisting, pulling and even letting out a yell in one last ditch effort to get that stubborn toe to break.
Tyler threw down the pliers in disgust, got up and walked away. The other boys laughed at Tyler’s predicament, calling him a pussy and a sissy boy. Tyler’s face flushed with anger at his failure and the harassments ushered in his direction. He looked pleadingly at Aaron for help.
Aaron: �So, you ran into a problem. So did Josh and Colin.� Aaron threw a glancing look at Josh and Colin, both of whom immediately ceased their chiding of Tyler.
Aaron: �What are you gonna do about it?�
Tyler: �Man, it’s too strong. I can’t break it.�
Aaron: �Perhaps not with the pliers; you have everything here at your disposal. So I ask you again, what are you going to do about it?�
Hearing this encouraged Tyler. He looked around for tools that might help. He considered a Swiss Army Knife, but he didn’t see how that would be useful. What he really needed was a way to break the knuckle bone itself. Once that’s accomplished, he could move on and wiggle the end of the toe.
Tyler suddenly perked up: �Wait, can I use the hammer?�, referring to the hammer they used to drive in the tent stakes. It wasn’t with them, but it was at camp.
Aaron smiled: �I don’t see why not. While the task said you are to use the metal pliers, it doesn’t say you can’t use other tools in your effort. Good thinking. Go get it.�
Tyler ran off and secured the hammer from the camp site. When he returned, he showed it Aaron, unconsciously seeking his approval. Aaron chuckled and nodded in the affirmative. The hammer was really a mallet, with a steel shaft, rubber handle and hard rubber head. While a steel head would be the most effective on bone, the hard rubber should suffice. Tyler knelt back down in front of a nearly-passed out Skyler and took position in front of his right foot. Tyler didn’t even bother to look Skyler in the eyes. Tyler grasped the heavy mallet in his hand and took several practice swings. Tyler’s thoughts reverted to what happened earlier. He completely missed punching Skyler in the balls and was rightfully ridiculed by everyone. He had no intention of letting that happen again. He would redeem himself.
His aim, of course, was directly on the joint of the big toe on the subject’s right foot. Once ready, he took a deep breath, steadied himself, lifted the hammer above his head and swung down with all his might. As fortune would have it, he missed his target yet again. Instead, he landed on two of the toes he already broke, further fracturing the area into even smaller bone fragments. Skyler let out a grunt and his body shook at the assault, but was otherwise motionless.
Tyler yelled: �Fuuuuuuuck!� as he launched the mallet across the field. He got up and stormed away in the opposite direction. The others boys and even Aaron were dying of laughter. Colin and David actually fell to the ground laughing as Tyler managed to fuck up hitting Skyler yet again. As Tyler ran away, he heard the laughter behind him and continued to run until he could no longer hear them. He was in the woods, eventually surrounded by the sights and sounds of nature. Tyler was half pissed at himself and half embarrassed at having made an ass of himself – twice. He rapidly paced a small area of the woods, fists firmly planted on hips, kicking around small bits of nature on the ground. He tried to control his breathing and calm down, but it just wasn’t taking.
Eventually, after maybe 5 minutes, Aaron approached Tyler. Tyler turned away, not wanting to make eye contact.
Aaron: �Listen man � it’s not as bad as you’re making it. You may have missed the big toe, but you hit two others and you heard the crunching sound. That was awesome. Get back there and do it again until you get it right.
Tyler: �No way. I sucked hard back there.�
Aaron approached Tyler, standing behind him: �Tyler, you will go back there. You will finish your task and you will stop acting like a pussy about it. This is your chance to redeem yourself. Stay here and the others will never let you forget it.�
Tyler slowly turned around, making eye contact with Aaron. But he didn’t say anything.
Aaron: �I sent the others after the mallet. They should have it by now. Let’s go,� extending his hand.
Tyler looked down and didn’t grab onto Aaron’s hand, but succumb to his influence and started a slow walk back to their victim. As Tyler approached Skyler, he took a good look at the site before him. Skyler’s spread out naked body looked horrible. He had dry blood from various places on his body; bruises were everywhere; his head hung down on his chest. He was truly a mess. However, Tyler didn’t feel sympathy for Skyler. Tyler had completed his mental transformation and now saw Skyler only as an object.
The other boys had long ceased their laughing and looked almost timidly at Tyler. Josh handed Tyler the mallet that they found after a search and no words were exchanged. Tyler turned to Skyler and looked down at his target – the large toe of the right foot. He slowly approached, kneeled down and reassumed the position he had only 15 minutes earlier. This time Tyler had no emotion on his face. It was pure concentration as he clutched the mallet in his right hand. He was desperately trying not to obsess about missing his next swing. He knew this was make or break for him, in the eyes of his friends. After all, Tyler was the eldest among the boys and he had to maintain his confidence.
Eventually Tyler was ready. He slowly raised the mallet above his head, held it there for a few moments, took another deep breath, slowly let it out and lowered the mallet with all his mite. Somehow, fortune was in his favor. The mallet’s unforgiving surface landed squarely atop Skyler’s big right toe, shattering it under the pressure. Not only did Skyler unleash his scream, but Tyler lept up, throwing his hands in the air, screaming in celebration. Tyler was so proud of himself he was unable to contain himself.
Aaron: �Good job. Now, that one foot took about 20 minutes. Time to move this along. We have more tasks to perform.�
Tyler: �Yeah yeah. But you gotta admit, that was awesome!�
Aaron smiled and other boys actually congratulated Tyler. Perhaps they were starting to pull for one another.
Tyler moved to the subject’s left foot and, full of confidence, decided to start on his big toe. He wasted no time at all in swinging the mallet onto the big left toe, again shattering the bones up to and including the first knuckle. With a solid sense of self-confidence, Tyler asked Aaron if he could use the mallet for all toes, foregoing the pliers altogether. Aaron gave his approval and Tyler made quick work of the remaining toes on Skyler’s left foot, effectively fracturing each one. Once this half of the task was complete, Skyler would likely be unable to support his own weight and walk again, certainly for a while. Tyler stood up and approached the raised left hand of the subject. The hand itself was cool to the touch, presumably from an inadequate oxygen supply either brought on by the tight binding or by the body’s natural instinct to shunt body away from unnecessary organs and towards the more vital ones. After all, Skyler’s body was being subjected to traumas that the body needed to react to.
Tyler wiggled the subject’s fingers and quickly realized that a mallet would not be useful for this half of the task. The hands themselves were suspended horizontally, tied to adjoining trees. There was no surface upon which to bash in the fingers. So, he ditched the mallet and grabbed the pliers. He took the end of the pinky finger into the grasp of the pliers, again securing just the portion of the digit from the first knuckle to the tip. With a firm grip in place, Tyler started to bend the end of the digit in the opposite direction nature intended. At this point, Skyler didn’t respond to this comparatively mild invasion and just hung there.
As Tyler continued the upward bend, he applied enough pressure for the knuckle to snap and fracture. Tyler was applying so much forward pressure, he continued his forward momentum when the bone gave way. He landed in the rope tying the subject’s hands to the tree. He quickly regained his balance and before the other boys could chuckle too much, he resumed his work on the remaining digits of Skyler’s left hand. After Tyler broke each one, he found it irresistible to wiggle the end of each digit in in its very unnatural manner. Skyler was almost completely unconscious at this point and only let out grunts with each fracture and when Tyler wiggled the fractured digits.
Tyler ignored the left thumb for now and proceeded to the subject’s right hand to break the four smaller digits. Tyler made quick work of those fingers and was becoming quite the expert at breaking poor Skyler’s bones. However, the two thumbs remained. They presented Tyler the same complication as did the big goes. The pliers themselves simply weren’t enough of a tool to do the job. He needed something more. Obviously the mallet was useless (Tyler didn’t even think about untying the subject) so he needed to find another tool to aide in the final two digits.
Tyler looked around truly lost this time. He couldn’t figure out how in the world to destroy those two thumbs. Swinging a mallet through the air wouldn’t work. He didn’t even try the pliers; he knew they wouldn’t do the trick. What else could he use? He looked expectedly into everyone’s eyes, hoping they’d chime in with a suggestion. His friends collectively shrugged their shoulders and Aaron offered no advice this time.
Tyler: �Okay, what the fuck. I have no idea how to break his thumbs.�
Aaron: �Oh come on Tyler. You’re the oldest guy here. You’ve been in scouts the longest and you’re smart. You can figure this out.�
Tyler: �I know. I know. I just can’t come up with anything. I know I need to crush them but swinging the mallet won’t work; they thumbs will just flop around. The pliers are too small. What’s left?�
Aaron: �Why are the pliers too small?�
Tyler: �Cause I can’t get a good enough grip to bend his thumb backwards.�
Aaron: �If you read your task card carefully, it says the goal is to fracture the joint closest to the end. While the card suggested you could bend the digit backwards, you don’t have to. You just have to break the joint.�
Tyler: �So how do I do that?�
Aaron: �You tell me. What are some ways to break a bone?�
Josh spoke up this time: �Snap it.�
Aaron: �Good. What else?�
David: �Hitting it hard until it break?�
Aaron: �Okay, not bad. What else?�
Colin: �What about crushing it? Like in a vice?�
Aaron: �Aahh, that’s what I was looking for. Very good. Given what’s here, how can Tyler do that?�
Colin: �I don’t know, maybe crush the bone with the pliers?�
Aaron: �What do you think Tyler? Do you have the strength?�
Tyler: �Of course I do!� and lept up to the subject’s right thumb and placed the teeth of the pliers over the knuckle and began squeezing with all his might. The knuckle was resilient that’s for sure. He didn’t think he was making any progress. The bone is solid after all, so it’s not going to give. Tyler kept bearing down, this time with both hands grasping the tool, , at one point almost leaping off the ground. Finally, after what seemed like a minute, Tyler heard a crunch and the knuckle bone gave way. It finally cracked under the pressure and again Tyler was elated. Without a moment’s hesitation, he proceeded to the other thumb and started in. He was eager to complete this task. It was almost too much work!
After another minute or so, the left thumb was also broken and Tyler’s task was complete. All 20 fingers and toes were broken. Skyler was a mess and, in addition to not being able to walk, he certainly couldn’t use his fingers in this condition. They were all fractured and even if they healed, they would likely be of no use to him. Skyler was truly a sight to see. No human should have to suffer this much genuine torture, but Skyler understood what he was getting into and the boys were certainly enjoying their efforts. Unfortunately for Skyler (or perhaps fortunately), there was much more abuse to come. However, for now, it was time for him to regain some strength so he could be awake for the journey.
Aaron: �Awesome job Tyler. Now, each of you has completed one task. You each have one more before we finish today.�
The boys eyes grew wide with anticipation.