I enjoy torture sex sessions. But I know I am not alone. Even my favorite cunt slave, James, enjoys it too. Although I hated to part with such a loyal and talented cunt worshiper, it came down to money. I lack emotional connections with humans. But I never lack an emotional connection to money, and Ms. Stevens wanted a live torture session. And I had no slaves in my deep dungeon. So, I had to part ways with James. Of course, he appeared more saddened by this than me.
I led my naked slave down to my darkest dungeon. It’s akin to one of Dante’s circles of purgatory. Dark, damp and smells of death. James pleaded with me to spare him. But the holidays require more money and Ms. Stevens pays extraordinarily well for male snuff porn. I do not judge. I just find the talent. And James is talented. Well, was talented I guess I should say now.
I shaved all his body hair from him and hosed him off. Then I strung him upside down, naked and exposed. His fear I found intoxicating. After I placed electrode patches on his chest, cock and balls, Ms. Stevens made her appearance. I explained to my loyal slave that he graduated to another dungeon of mine out of necessity. Nothing is ever personal to me. It is just business.
When It Comes to Torture, it is Never Personal
Bound with his wrists behind his back, James hung upside down like a side of beef at a butcher shop. Ms. Stevens inspected the meat on our video chat. She liked my selection. She’s a sadistic one. But like I said, I do not judge. She has her kinks, and I have mine. Light torture to start. Ms. Stevens controlled the electric shocks remotely. However, I controlled the rest. Shocks to his abdomen and cock and balls made my victim piss himself but we were just getting started…
Next came very large pins through his ball sack and into his urethra. I giggled at his screams of pain. But I was impervious to his pleas to spare his life. James, it was just business. While the pins caused pain for my slave, I took a blow torch to the soles of his feet. I watched as the skin bubbled. Ms. Stevens began masturbating. Snuff sex is her thing. That is why she paid me a million dollars to live stream the death of a man.
That blow torch gun worked on my slave’s left nut like a charm too. Within a few seconds, his left testicle shriveled up and died. Since I take pride in my work, I needed the other nut gone too for aesthetic purposes. Simple fix. I used a castration band. While the circulation stopped in his remaining nut, I tortured his cock with a whip. Cracked open his flesh on his back, chest and cock. His blood pooled under his head as it dripped from his body. The entire time I tortured his body, Ms. Stevens used her remote to shock our victim too.
Torture Sessions Need to Be Bloody, Painful and Gruesome for Me
Hours passed, and James suffered more than most. Electric shock, whippings, cock and ball torture and water torture. I dunked him in a water tank more than once. Seconds turned into minutes, and before long he begged for mercy. We were well past the mercy stage. My snuff victim could not grasp that I do not do emotion, so pleas of mercy do not work for me.
When our live stream torture session came to an end, I pushed the wood chipper under James’ head. Now I think he realized there was no coming back from this. I slowly lowered him into the wood chipper feet first. The sound of his bones crushing and his blood splattering on my body made both my client and I masturbate. James lived up until the moment his skull crushed in the wood chipper. It was a gruesome death yes. But a profitable one.
RIP James. It was simply business. Nothing is ever personal with me. Now, I need to look for another cunt licking slave.
