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Ian obliged by positioning his cock hard up against my right nostril and then after a short pause a blast of pee jetted into my nose and blasted down my throat. I coughed and spluttered and my eyes watered. The same procedure was enacted on my left nostril and then the rest of his pee was directed into my mouth. The pee was strong in taste and in smell; I drank most of it but inevitably some ran down my face.

My head was raised again and then without a word they all walked out of the room and I was left alone, a piss soaked pin cushion.

Time passed and I began to get cramps because I couldn't move. Of course the taste of piss stayed in my mouth and the pain of the needles throbbed through my cock and nipples.

I started to fight against the restraints but of course it was to no avail. I suspect I was being watched on closed circuit television because soon after I started struggling the door opened and my two tormentors returned. Madame untied my hands and then handed me a swath of lint dressing. Then without ceremony she yanked the pins out of my cock head. Like a flash I clamped the dressing onto my cock and squeezed hard in an effort to stem the bleeding.

After five minutes Madame pushed my hands away leaving the dressing in place. She then proceeded to wrap my penis and balls in bandages. She wrapped it tightly and securely so that my prick and balls just looked like a white tennis ball dangling between my legs. My legs were unclamped and I was helped to get down. A spreader bar was fitted to my ankles and I was made to stand in the middle of the room with my hands on my head.

"You ever been kicked in the balls slave?" enquired Madame X. She didn't wait for an answer but carried on. "I want no sound and you stay standing. You understand?"

"Yes Madame I understand."

"You think you can do it slave," Madame asked. "I'm going to help by giving you an incentive. Every noise you make you get five strokes of the cane. Every time you drop to the floor you get ten strokes."

No answer was required; my fate was sealed. Madame stood in front of me and then drew her foot back. She lashed out and made contact with my cock and ball package. I yelped in pain and dropped to the floor. Not a good start. When I was able to stand again I was given the fifteen strokes by Amora.

Madame looked me in the eye and said, "Let's try that again slave."

The result was the same and I took another fifteen lashes. The fire in my balls was equalled by the fire of my burning ass. Something had to give. For the next kick to the cock and balls I yelped but managed to stay standing. Only five strokes this time.

On the next kick no sound came from me. Madame put a hand on each of my shoulders and said, "Very good slave." Her face was one inch from mine; she looked me in the eye and then my world collapsed. She had used her knee to unleash the most violent crushing blow to my encased balls. I fell to the floor crying. The pain was intense. Now, as I was lying there Amora administered another twenty strokes.

While this was all happening I was vaguely aware that Ian had been in and out of the room sever times. As the pain subsided I got to my knees and looked across to see Ian standing next to a table. It had been laid with four places. On three plates there was an appetising sausage roll with a side salad. The forth plate was empty apart from a few shreds of lettuce.

"Dinner," shrilled Ian. We all took our places at the table; I was directed to the virtually empty plate. Knives and forks were raised ready to eat and then Madame exclaimed, "Oh dear; the slave didn't get a sausage roll. What a shame. Shall we fix that for him?"

Madame stood up; Amora removed the seat cushion on Madame's chair revealing a chair base with a round hole in it; Madame dropped her pants and sat back down on the chair.

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