A young sailor is abducted, racked & tortured in this gay bondage story from DR von Todtenhausen.

Jan's Torture - Part 1
by D.R.von Todtenhausen
Series: Jan's Torture

Chapter 1: The Nightmare Begins

For as long as he could remember Jan had been fascinated with the sea and ships. Growing up along the Dutch coast he was always staring out to sea watching the ships as they passed and dreaming of one day becoming a sailor. As soon as he was old enough, he signed on with a Dutch trader to fulfill his dreams. He was now 18 and looking forward to his first adventure at sea. The captain of the vessel took a liking to the young blond, blue-eyed lad and helped him all he could in learning about the ship and the sea.

After stopping at several ports in France, Jan was excited when the ship sailed into the port of Cadiz, where they were making a stop for fresh water before entering the Straits of Gibraltar and the Mediterranean. The captain was uneasy about this stop, but supplies and water were badly needed. Once the ship docked, Jan was anxious to get off and see something of this legendary country. The captain asked him not to go, but when he saw that the lad was intent on going, he warned him to stay close to the ship and not to stray too far. Jan was young and carefree, and paid little heed to the captain's warnings. After all, here he was in Spain, a land he had often dreamed of when seeing Spanish Galleons passing when he was a child. Little did he realize then how wise he would have been to remain on board!

While Jan was walking around the waterfront area, a Spanish nobleman happened to be passing in his carriage. The moment he saw the young, attractive blond boy amid all of the darker complexioned Spaniards, he was immediately attracted to him and determined to have what he wanted. He ordered his guards to get the lad and bring him to his castle. A short while later, Jan was looking at an interesting shop when suddenly he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head and everything went black.

When he awoke, Jan found himself seated in a chair facing the cruel countenance of his Spanish captor. When he looked to either side, he was frightened because there were two large and powerful men, one on each side of him, stripped to the waist and wearing evil looking black hoods with slits cut out for the eyes, nose and mouth. Jan asked what was happening and the only response he got was an evil smile from the nobleman as he told the guards to take Jan to the dungeon.

Jan was grabbed roughly and dragged off to a cell, where he was placed with another man much older than he. The guards left and a short while later Jan heard a piercing scream coming from behind a heavy, wooden door at the end of the hall. Jan asked his cell mate what was happening and the man told him that the room at the end of the hall was the torture chamber and a prisoner was being tortured. Just then another loud scream was heard and then all was silent. The older man said to Jan that he hoped he would be executed. He didn't fear death, but he was deathly afraid of the torture!

Suddenly the door at the end of the hall burst open and two guards came toward the cell. They seized the older man and he asked what they were going to do. The guards told him that he was to be executed immediately and Jan could see the expression of relief which passed over the man's face. About an hour later, another two hooded guards came to Jan's cell and grabbed him. Jan asked if he was to be executed and the guards answered that their master had a much more pleasurable experience planned for Jan. Pleasurable for their master that is! Jan was led down the hall to the door he knew to be the torture chamber. Sheer terror appeared in his eyes and he struggled and begged to be released, but to no avail. Once inside the chamber, Jan noticed it was well lit and he could see all sorts of chains, whips, tables, braziers, and other assorted items, the uses for which he could only imagine.

Jan was led before a table, where he again saw the nobleman, grinning in anticipation. He said to Jan that he had been waiting all day for the entertainment he was about to have. To make the horror even worse for Jan, the nobleman proceeded to tell him that this chamber in his castle was often used by the Holy Inquisition when they were in town, but now Jan was to feel a taste of what those poor, wretched heretics suffered. Jan was in terror and begged to be released. He said he had done nothing wrong and he just wanted to get back to his ship. The nobleman replied that there was no way he was going to be deprived of his fun.

At a nod from the Spaniard, Jan was stripped naked and placed on a rack. The nobleman smiled at Jan as he walked completely around the table, feasting his eyes on Jan's soft, beautiful nakedness. He told Jan that before the screams began he thought he would like to hear a little cheerful laughter. The man pulled up a chair at the end of the rack and slowly began to run his fingers over the soles of Jan's bare feet. Jan, being extremely ticklish, immediately tensed and began to laugh and squeal and plead for the tickling to stop. He pleaded and begged amid fits of laughter, but this only encouraged the nobleman, who then produced feathers and other implements which he used to further torment the tender soles of Jan's feet. Jan was laughing hysterically and begging for the tickling to stop while tears rolled down his cheeks. After this the nobleman said it was time to get to the screaming.

Immediately the hooded guards began to slowly turn the windlass on the rack and Jan's body felt the pulling and stretching. The pain began slowly and increased with the increasing tension of the rack. Jan couldn't stand it any longer and began to scream and scream in agony, pleading for the racking to stop. When he thought it was as much as the prisoner could bear, the nobleman would have the racking stopped to give Jan a rest, only to begin again anew a short while later.

After this Jan was bound spread-eagled between two vertical posts and his back and buttocks were mercilessly whipped with a silken whip. This whip was designed to cause intense stinging but not to split the skin or mar the lad's beautiful body. With each lash, Jan howled in pain and wished he had listened to the captain.

After a short rest, the nobleman told Jan that he had another surprise in store for him. The man said that he had an Arab from Morocco in his service, who was expert in the arts of Arab tortures. Seating himself on a padded chair which was brought for him, the nobleman said it was time for him to turn the torturing over to the Arab and to sit back and watch in enjoyment. The Arab entered and looked the blond boy over with glee, and one could almost see his mouth water in anticipation of the pleasures he was soon to have for himself as he put the boy through some of his excruciating tortures. Jan was then tied on his back onto a long wooden beam. This beam was atop three wooden sawhorse shaped supports. It was attached to the middle support in such a way that when the other two supports were removed, the beam would move up and down in a see-saw fashion. Jan's bare feet extended beyond the end of the beam and his arms were pulled up over his head. The Arab had the guards remove the outer supports and the beam was tilted with Jan's head down toward the floor and his feet sticking up in the air. The tormentor took a thin, pliable rod and began to slowly whip the soles of Jan's bare feet. With each stroke Jan yelled and screamed in pain as he writhed and squirmed on the beam curling his toes in a futile effort to protect his tender soles. After a long time of this, the man took a wide leather strap and began to again beat the soles of Jan's feet. As the leather cracked against his soft flesh, once more the boy screamed and begged for the torture to stop. It was of no use, because his tormentors were enjoying themselves too much!

Jan was given another short time to rest, still roped to the beam, but while he was resting, the Arab was making a pile of glowing, red-hot coals on the floor. After a while, the beam on which Jan was stretched was slowly lowered so that Jan's bare feet were held above the glowing coals. Before the beam was tilted very far, Jan could feel the heat from the coals on his bare soles, already made tender from the beatings they had received. The heat and pain became so intense that Jan again began to shriek and scream, wriggling and squirming his bound body trying desperately to move his feet away from the searing coals. His ankles were firmly bound, however, and he could do nothing but continue to suffer, to plead, and to scream. The Arab skillfully raised and lowered Jan's feet over the coals, instinctively knowing just how much the boy could take and drawing out the torture as long as possible.

At this point a servant entered and whispered something into the nobleman's ear. The nobleman raised his hand and the torture stopped. Jan was untied and given his clothes and he hoped he would soon be released, but this blond beauty was too good of a prize for the nobleman to give up so quickly. Jan was taken back to his cell and left for the future entertainment of the nobleman, who had many more delightful torments in mind for the young victim!

Chapter 2: Surprises and More Surprises!

After his excruciating torture at the hands of the Spanish nobleman, Jan, the Dutch youth, was left in his cell to rest. The following day some new guards appeared and Jan thought he was going to be tortured again. Instead, he was taken and stripped and bathed, after which he was dressed and led bound for a long walk through the palace yard. He was then returned to his cell where he received a good meal. The same thing happened each day for the next several days. This was beyond the boy's comprehension and he asked what was the reason for this treatment. The guards would not answer him, they only told him that their master was away for a few days and this was what he ordered for Jan. Jan couldn't believe the treatment he was receiving after the tortures of a few days ago, but the guards knew the real reason and wouldn't tell him! They knew that their master had a particular fondness for this beautiful blond boy and wanted to keep him in the best of shape and at the peak of his beauty. After all, that would make the boy much more appealing to look at and much better able to withstand the further tortures he had in mind for the lad. Who wanted to watch some haggard, filthy, half-starved prisoner being tortured when there was this magnificent specimen to work with. The healthier he kept the boy, the longer he could prolong the tortures and his pleasure.

After four days, the hooded guards returned to Jan's cell again and he knew that his time of rest was over. He struggled and squirmed, but the strength of the guards was too much for him and Jan was again led to the torture chamber. Once more he stood facing the evil grin of his tormentor. The nobleman said, "I see you are still in good shape. Today I have a special surprise for you. I have been away for a few days and while I was gone, I met a friend of mine who asked to come and see you after I told him about you. He is a rather special person, very skilled in his job. His official title is Inquisitor General. I'd like you to meet him now."

At this point a man entered in a long scarlet robe. He walked up to Jan and then walked completely around the boy, looking him up and down. He then said, "I like what I see here Don Diego, but I would like to see more!" At a nod from the Inquisitor General, Jan was stripped and stood naked before the man. Again he was examined from head to toe and the Inquisitor said, "Oh, yes! I am really going to enjoy this one!" He walked across the room and motioned for the guards to bring Jan. Jan was led struggling behind the Inquisitor with Don Diego following closely, not wanting to miss anything.

Embedded in the stone floor of the torture chamber were four stone posts about four feet high. They were spread widely apart and near the top of each post was a large iron ring. Jan was laid on the floor, face down, and ropes were attached to his wrists and ankles. The ropes were then put through the iron rings and the guards began pulling on the ropes, causing Jan's body to be spread-eagled and to raise about three feet off the floor. The ropes were then secured to the rings and posts and Jan was suspended, face to the floor, hanging between the posts. The Inquisitor was inspecting several whips when Don Diego said, "Before you begin sir, may I have a little fun with him for myself?" The Inquisitor said, "By all means Senor!" Don Diego stood at Jan's feet, which, being bound as he was, left the soles particularly well displayed and vulnerable. Slowly he began to run his fingers over Jan's naked soles. Jan immediately began to laugh and squirm as much as he could, being stretched between the four posts. He pleaded with Don Diego, "No, no, Senor please, ha, ha, haaaah, ha ha! Please sir, don't tickle my feet anymore, I can't stand it! Ha, ha, ha, ha, Stopppp!" This only encouraged Don Diego, who continued to tickle Jan's feet without mercy. Jan screamed and laughed and begged for the tickling to stop. All this while, the Inquisitor General was watching with interest. He had just found another torture to use on his next victims. He decided to help and used his fingers at the base of Jan's toes, causing Jan to again shudder, squirm and shriek with laughter. The Inquisitor said, "Something has to be done about all this squirming!" He brought out a cord which he wrapped and tied around Jan's balls, and from there, he wrapped it around a heavy stone which rested on the floor beneath Jan. The rope was pulled taut and tied securely. This was not too bad for Jan because there was only moderate pressure on his balls since the stone was on the floor. However, the anguish was really great when he again felt the fingers working on the soles of his bare feet. He began to laugh and squirm anew, but this time, with each squirm, the heavy stone pulled on his balls causing him to scream in agony. He was really in a predicament now! If he squirmed to try to pull his tender feet away from the tickling, he would pull the weight on his balls, causing intense pain. The poor lad suffered long under this cruel tickling.

After the tickling, the Inquisitor took over the torture in full. He used an assortment of whips and leather straps on Jan's firm but tender buttocks. With each stroke of the whip, Jan writhed and screamed. The stone weight had been removed from his balls, which allowed his dick hang dangling beneath him and it would flop around with each jerk of Jan's body as the lash stroked his back and buttocks.

After another rest period, Jan was taken to a large wheel-like device which stood vertically about eight feet tall. It was a large, wooden wheel with a wooden planking where the tread of a tire would be, just wide enough for a man to be placed on the planking. Jan was laid on his back on the top of the wheel. His arms were pulled above his head and secured to an iron ring in the planking. The wheel was turned so that Jan's feet began to dangle to the ground with his back arched over the wheel. His ankles were secured to another ring, this one embedded into the stone floor. When the wheel was turned the other way, Jan's body was racked and stretched, but even more painfully than the flat rack, because his back was arching around the wheel. Jan was stretched for a while and then given a period of rest before being stretched again. These periods of torture and rest continued, and each time the wheel tightened, Jan would cry out, "Ahh, ahh, YieaaaaaaaH!" After each rest, when he had caught his breath, the wheel would again be tightened and Jan would scream, "No, no, not again! Please, no more, no more! Aieaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

After his captors tired of this torture, Jan was given another rest and was then brought to an area of the room where a rope was hanging from a pulley on the ceiling. The torture chamber was a large room with a high, vaulted ceiling. The rope was secured around Jan's wrists as his arms were held out in front of him. The guards began to pull on the rope through the pulley and Jan's arms were immediately above his head. They continued to pull until Jan was lifted off the floor and his feet were dangling at about eye level of a man seated in a chair. Don Diego pulled up a chair at Jan's feet as the guards secured Jan's ankles to an iron ring in the floor. They pulled the ropes taut so Jan couldn't move much. Don Diego again began to play with Jan's toes and tickle Jan's bare feet. As usual, Jan began to squirm and laugh, feeling that each time he was tickled on his feet, they became more sensitive to the tickling and the torment became greater for him. Now, Don Diego had a new torture planned. A lighted candle was brought and Don Diego began to "tickle" the soles of Jan's bare feet with the flame. Not close enough to burn the soles, but close enough to make it extremely uncomfortable for Jan and cause him to writhe and scream in pain. This "tickling" continued for a while and then Don Diego stood up and began to use the candle to singe Jan's pubic hairs. This really brought some shrieks from Jan, but the more he shrieked, the more torment he received.

After several more hours of tickling, with the fingers and the flames, the Inquisitor General said, "I think he has had about all he can take for today." The torture was stopped and Jan was taken down, bathed, and returned to his cell. When he was gone, the Inquisitor said to Don Diego, "That was most enjoyable, we will have some more fun with the boy in a few days!"

D.R.von Todtenhausen

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