Triumvirate - Part Two - Compare and Contrast

The Saint Andrew's cross was standing upright directly across the room from where Davidius was suspended. The broken woman was bound to the leather straps on the cross and left hanging there. She was stretched in an "X" shape just like her "lover". This cross was attached to an axle with a metal handle, which when turned caused the cross to spin. 

The king stayed close to his male prisoner. "This should give you some satisfaction seeing her suffer the way she made you suffer. Now watch." 

The king nodded and a guard begin spinning the Saint Andrew's cross. As it did another guard stood in front with a thin rawhide whip and began lashing Lyzelma. The whip could strike her at any given spot as she was spun in a clockwise motion. She screamed with each lashing as the whip cut her legs, breasts, face and stomach. Davidius watched as the poor woman slowly became a bloody mess. The king kept one eye on Davidius' penis and noticed a slight movement. He raised his hand and the spinning stopped. 

Lyzelma's body was covered with bloody red lines. Her head fell backward as she sobbed and moaned. The king made a circle motion with his finger and the cross was turned one half revolution, suspending the woman upside down. "You boys play nice and take turns. Go by rank." 

One of them approached the cross and buried his face in the woman's crotch. While he was licking her, others began removing their clothes. One by one they began ravishing her defenseless, bloody body. They were licking her nipples and belly. Soon one stepped up on a pedestal and entered her from behind. Lyzelma screamed in agony as she was butt-fucked. Now they took a pole and rammed it in her pussy-hole. Davidius watched as the poor woman was gang-raped. 

"Don't you wish you could join them?" the king asked. 

"You disgust me. Why don't you let her go? You already screwed her over once. She can't help it if she's stupid." 

The king was pleased with himself. "I noticed your penis stirred a little bit as you were watching her punishment. Are you getting some satisfaction from this?" 

"Don't worry about my penis. It does what I tell it to." 

"Really!" the king laughed. "That sounds like a challenge." He scanned up and down the man's powerful form, fixing his eyes on the penis protruding in front of him. "You better tell it to calm down." 

Then he turned to the men attacking the helpless woman. "I need four of you over here." Four naked guards came to where the king was standing. He pointed to Davidius' penis. "Put a harness on that thing. I think it might get out of control." 

One of the men took from the king a leather ring one-half inch wide and worked it down to the base of Davidius' half-erect penis. Attached to the bottom of the ring were three serpentine chains, each seven inches long. 

Davidius shuddered. "What the hell are you doing? Whatever you have in mind, it won't work." 

The king smiled. "Davidius, I regret to inform you that I must return you to the slab. I've modified a few things, which will make it a little more bearable. Of course, you can tell me where Glauken is and I'll have to cancel my plans." 

"You are sick. You are more devious than I ever imagined. I will never tell you what you want to know." 

"Good. I'm glad you are ready to fight me." The king grabbed his prisoner's penis and gave a light squeeze. "Take him." 

The four guards released the ankle locks and unchained the crucifixion board. They carried Davidius back to the slab, once again securing his feet. Then they laid him on the slab, but this time the board was removed. Instead, his wrists were locked by metal rings which were attached to the floor chains. Then he was allowed to bend off the end of the slab naturally and the chains were tightened to secure him there. Although he was not stretched as tightly lengthwise, Davidius groaned as the pain from yesterday was revisited. The edge of the slab dug into his shoulder blades and his chest rose into the air. His elbows were bent at 45-degree angles while the wrists were parallel with his head, which was inverted nine inches below the edge of the slab. 

Suddenly Davidius felt his penis being manipulated and he looked up to watch. One of the guards was attaching the chains from the ring to little hooks on the slab. His penis was now immobilized and standing straight up into the air. Lyzelma screamed and Davidius dropped his head to look. The guards had turned her upright and were taking turns fucking her from the rear and the front. Most of the blood had now been licked from her stretched body. He realized he was in the chains of a madman and wondered what sort of violations were planned for him. 

The king had ordered that one of his sitting chairs be brought in and placed on a pedestal. He now sat at one of the corners of the slab near his prisoner's stretched arm pit and could view the proceedings from above. Davidius was thinking of nothing that would arouse him, but the ring had kept his penis half-erect and pointing to the ceiling. 

"I think our prisoner is ready to begin. Bring in my experts." 

Davidius jolted as six nude men descended the stairs. He remembered how Brutheim's penis had menacingly swung from side to side and now he was watching six at once. The difference this time was that these men were fully erect. They approached the slab and stopped, three standing on each side of the chained man. 

The king pointed to one of the men and he knelt on the slab next to Davidius' chest. Then he leaned over and flicked the tip of his tongue on the man's left nipple. 

Davidius lifted his head. "What are you doing to me?" The man took his forefinger and began lightly scraping the nipple as Davidius watched. He began flexing his arms and chest in a vain attempt to get at the tormentor. 

The king rose and walked to the end of the slab where the victim could see him. "These men are professionals. They each will concentrate on a particular body part and will make you feel things you have never felt before." 

"I told you that I am in control here. There's nothing any of these perverts can do that will affect me." 

The king let out a booming laugh. "Oh, yes. Stories of your womanizing are legend. I've heard about some of the amazing performances you've given. I want to see if it's true. Let me see this astounding organ of yours in action." 

"The only performance you'll see is when this is over and I break your neck." 

"No, my friend, the body responds to certain activities whether the mind wants it to or not. Yesterday your mind and body worked together to withstand the torture. I will separate the two. Your body will perform exactly as I want it to." 

The king tapped the shoulder of the second man and he knelt next to the other nipple. Now both men began lightly pinching them, one working on the right and the other on the left. 

As the king returned to his pedestal, Davidius dropped his head. The edge of the slab was directly below the man's nipples. This caused them to be stretched and expanded to the greatest degree. As the men pinched on them they became firm and the tips rose even higher into the air. Davidius had never felt this before. It had never occurred to him that his nipples would be so sensitive and respond this way. Certainly no woman had ever shown him this. It had always been several quick pokes into her and he was finished. Now his testosterone began to rage and he felt like he was the manliest man in the world. The men engulfed him with their mouths and started using their tongues, licking every inch of his stretched and erect nipples. 

Davidius raised his head and expanded his chest as he watched them work him over. He unconsciously sucked in his belly and raised his chest even higher, offering his manly nipples for them to torture. Glancing over his chest, he noticed that his penis was fully erect as it was held in bondage by the ring and chains. The helpless man groaned. 

The king was smiling at him. "Well, Davidius, does your penis still do what you tell it to do?" He pointed to the two men waiting at the other end of the slab. They moved in and began licking Davidius' feet. They grabbed his toes and bent them back, working on his stretched soles. Then, using their fingers to separate his toes, they drove their tongues in between and all around each toe. Soon he was arching his masculine feet, giving them up for sacrificial worship.