Torture Chamber : Part 1

100% fiction!

The damp room was lit only by the small, bare bulb in the center of the ceiling. The concrete floor was stained with a mixture of, blood, sweat, urine and feces. The room was situated far under the ground which made it a very cold, uncomfortable place to be. In the corner of the small room, two naked 18 years old young boys huddled together to keep warm. Their cold breath could be clearly seen rising from their nose's and mouths. The younger of the two was barely conscious and was lying on the older boys shoulder. 'Stay awake Con' said the eldest, rubbing the others face, but Con remained still and silent. Reece leaned his head against the wall and took a long, deep breath.

Its so cold, he thought, rubbing his bare chest and arm. The steel door at the far end of the room shot open, and both boys raised their heads in shock. A man, far older then the two boys, around 40, stood in the doorway. An evil smile lit his face. He was tall and wide at the shoulders. His arms where like tree trunks and his hands could have killed the two boys with one squeeze. He walked towards the two. A rod was visible in his right pocket. 'You two have made an awful mess in here' he said, using his huge hand as a fan and bringing it to his nose. 'That's not very nice, seen as I've given you somewhere to stay on this cold night, is it now?' he asked.

Both boys stayed silent. The man got on his hunkers so he was face to face with the frightened pair. 'Why are you hiding yourselves from each other' he said, pointing at the boys crotch's which they where covering with their hands. 'You's are brothers, brothers should be open with each other' he smiled, taking Reece's hands slowly away from his small package and placing them down by his side's. 'Look Conor' said the man, pointing at Reece's penis. Conor obeyed and took a quick glimpse at his brother. The man took Conor by the hands and done the same, revealing an even smaller, undeveloped penis. Conor's balls where still tight. Both boys sat their for a moment, naked and staring at each other. The man stood back up, this time reaching for the rod in his pocket. It resembled a police baton but sticking out at the top of the bat where two pin like objects. 'Stand up boys' said the man, pointing the bat at Reece and then Conor.

The boy's slowly made their way to their feet. Reece stopped and bent down to help his younger brother up. The man dug the bat into Reece's stomach and pressed a button near his hand. The boy was shot about 4 feet into the air and crashed against the wall. Electricity ran through his body for a moment and then he fell to the ground. He moaned in pain as the man walked towards him. 'You do what I say, when I say it, understand? If you so much as breath when I don't tell you to, you'll feel a lot more of that' he spat as he reached down and pulled the boy, by his hair, to his feet. Conor stood against the wall, he felt like he would be sick, but he knew if he did he'd be punished. 'Conor! What the fuck do you think you'r doing' asked the man, walking towards the boy with the bat outstretched in his hand. Conor jumped from the wall and tried with all his might to stand up straight, but the pains in his body and the dizziness in his head made him fall back against the wall.

The rod was shoved in between the boy's legs and again, the button was pressed. Conor screamed, his crotch felt as if it where on fire. Tears ran down the boy's face as he was thrown, further in the air than his brother. He landed, his head smacking of the concrete floor. A slow steady stream of blood ran from his ear, staining his light blonde hair as it flowed threw and rolled of his head onto the unforgiving cold surface. Reece looked down, the sick feeling in his stomach gave him the impression that his younger brother was dead. He tensed, his hole body silently screaming in anger as he ran towards the killer.

The man watched as this skinny young boy ran towards him. He laughed, a long evil laugh that bounced of the walls and filled Reece's body with even more rage. Reece jumped, he felt like he was flying, his fist clenched and in the air. The man laughed even more as he caught the boy, mid-flight with a hard stiff punch into the jaw. Reece landed on his back. His body exhausted, his mind confused. He tried to open his eyes, but managed only to see the dim light above. He too was dead. He hoped.

******

He woke. For the second time today, or tonight. He couldn't quite figure out what time it was. Come to think of it, he didn't even know the day. He looked around. His younger brother Conor was nowhere to be seen. His heart jumped as he realized where he was. It was a bathroom. On one wall, a cracked porcelain toilet, beside it a sink. There was a bath over the other side of the room, but he couldn't see what was in it. Reece took a breath, the smell from the room engulfed his nostrils. He puked, he hadn't the energy to move his head and so the vomit sprayed out and onto his naked chest. He lay there for a moment.

His body screaming silently in pain. Minutes went by, but felt more like hours before Reece could find the energy to lift himself to his elbows. The walls where tiled, but years of neglect had caused most of them to slip of or crack. Graffiti took the place of most of the tiles. Reece tried to focus on reading some of it. 'Kery 4 Jayo' and 'Damo is gay' were the only two pieces he could make out. He looked down at his body. It was filthy. He felt that he hadn't washed in weeks, but he knew he had. He focused on the pool of urine around the lower part of his body. Was it his? he wondered. He gagged as he noticed that not only was his chest and arms covered in feces, but someone had massaged it into his penis. He struggled but managed to push himself onto his bottom. His head was pounding and his ears where ringing. He couldn't remember a lot but he recalled watching his brother hit the floor.

The smell made Reece sick again, this time he puked on the floor, beside his body. His jaw felt as tho it where on fire. He used a metal, rusty towel rack to pull himself to his feet. He glanced around the room. He figured out that the smell was coming from the toilet, which was overflowing with feces, urine, puke and other stuff that he didn't even want to know. The sink was full with urine and had streaks of blood stained onto it. He struggled over to the bath and fell back at the sight. For the third time he puked, this time into the sink. He looked back over at the bath, tears streaming down his face. 'Conor?' he called, staggering towards it. 'Conor, please answer me' he cried.

His brother was face down in the bath. Cuts, gashes and scrapes decorated his back, bum and legs. His two wrists where tied together and positioned on a hook just above his head. Reece went to grab his brother but stopped suddenly as a loud voice echoed through the room. 'Now, Now Reece' said the voice which was vaguely familiar. 'As I'm sure you can see, the shower hose is positioned inside your brother anus'. It was, the long metal hose was running from the tap into Conor's ass. 'If your brother wakes up, or moves' the acid inside the hose will be released and there will be nothing you can do about it'.

Reece roared. 'FUCK YOU!' he screamed 'FUCK YOU, YOU SICK FUCK' the voice laughed, 'Your close, my boy, it's not me you'll be fucking' Reece froze, the blood drained from his body as the door opened. 'Hello son' smiled his dad walking towards him. Reece couldn't move. For a moment he thought he must be having a nightmare and will wake up in a minute, but little did he know, the nightmare had only just begun.