Jan endures yet another day for foot torture & tickling in the conclusion to the series.

Jan's Torture - Part 3
by D.R.von Todtenhausen
Series: Jan's Torture

Chapter 5: A New Sensation

Jan's treatment as a prisoner, except for the torture sessions, continued to be very good. Jan knew that he was being pampered so that he would look good for future torture sessions, but he figured that if he was going to have to undergo the tortures anyway, he was better off being treated well and kindly as a prisoner than being thrown naked and stinking into an unclean dungeon, being fed little or nothing, and still having to undergo the tortures as in some of the stories he had been told about other prisons.

Several days later the guards came again and Jan immediately knew that he was going to be undergoing more of the torments at the hands of Don Diego. Jan was brought back to the torture chamber where he again stood before the Spaniard. At a nod from Don Diego, the guards began to strip Jan again. This time they left him with only his socks on, picked him up, and carried him over to Don Diego, holding his stockinged feet directly before the seated nobleman. Don Diego relished the sight of those beautiful stockinged feet. He caressed them and massaged them. Then slowly, he began to remove Jan's socks, savoring every newly exposed part of Jan's bare feet. When both of Jan's socks had been removed, Don Diego again looked closely at Jan's splendid feet and massaged and caressed them, playing with each toe individually. Sometimes, if his touch was a little too light, he could feel Jan's body tremble slightly and tense, and he instinctively knew Jan's reaction was because of his sensitive feet and their super-ticklish nature. He savored the moment and the feeling of power he had over this boy's feet and mind. He knew the feelings poor Jan was having at this very moment. He could feel the boy's dread of what was to come and he knew especially how much the boy feared and dreaded the tickling. He had never seen a boy who was so ticklish, and he knew all the tricks to use this to his own advantage, knowing only too well what he could do to make the lad's feet and body even more sensitive to the tickling than it was already, adding even more torments to what the boy had to endure!

Jan was again brought in front of the wooden scaffold. He was forced by the guards to lay naked on the cold stone floor. He soon felt them grab his feet and place wide, tightly fastened, leather bands around his ankles. Each band had a large metal ring attached to it. These rings were attached to chains hanging from pulleys in the ceiling. Jan was then hoisted up by these chains. This time, however, the chains were hanging from pulleys spread widely apart on the ceiling, which caused Jan's legs to spread widely apart as he was hoisted from the floor. When he was hanging there upside-down, with his legs spread widely apart, he felt the guards grab his wrists and attach the same type of leather bands around each writs. This time chains were brought up from heavy iron rings imbedded into the stone floor, these too, spread widely apart. The chains were pulled taut and Jan was spread in an "X" shape, hanging upside-down in front of the scaffold. Jan's penis and balls were hanging limply against his stomach pointing toward his head and the floor. Don Diego walked up to Jan and began running his fingers lightly over Jan's bare stomach. Jan tensed immediately and began to shriek with laughter, squirming as much as possible in the position he was hanging. As he squirmed and shrieked with laughter, the nobleman watched as Jan's penis and balls flopped around and swayed against Jan's stomach. The Spaniard's fingers then nimbly worked their way up Jan's sensitive ribs, bringing even more shrieks of laughter and begging pleas to stop, until they reached the soft, tender, fully exposed arm-pits. This brought the biggest reaction yet from the unfortunate Jan, who screamed and pleaded, laughed and gasped for breath. The torture never stopped. Jan squirmed and begged, but the tickling continued. At last, when Jan felt he was going to pass out from lack of breath, the tickling stopped and Don Diego moved away. Jan was left hanging there for a moment wondering what was going to happen next. Since his back was to the scaffold, he couldn't see Don Diego climbing up to the platform at the top, from where he had an excellent view and perfect access to Jan's widely-spread bare feet.

Jan was in for it now! Don Diego was in his favorite spot-by Jan's extremely ticklish bare feet. Jan didn't know what was going on until he felt the light touch of Don Diego's fingers on his bare soles. The reaction was immediate! Jan tensed and began to shriek with anticipation, even before the actual intensive tickling began. Jan was so ticklish on his feet, that even the thought of someone touching them often brought him to gales of laughter. As the nobleman's fingers did their work, expertly finding and moving over every tender spot on Jan's arches, the bottoms of his soft toes, and between his toes, where Jan was eve more tender. Jan squirmed and jerked, pleading: "Please, please stoooooop! Stop, please, I can't stand it-ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaa! No more, no more! Please don't tickle my feet anymore! Ahhhhhhh ha, ha, ha!" Don Diego loved every shriek and enjoyed glancing away from Jan's beautiful feet every once in a while for a short look at Jan's flopping penis and balls as they flopped around on Jan's stomach.

After a period of tickling, the Spaniard decided he needed to warm up Jan's feet a little more and make them even more sensitive to the tickling. He began to use a stiff, wide, leather strap to slap the soles of Jan's bare feet. Each slap bringing a jerk and a yell from Jan, who was by this time so tortured, that even the slightest touch brought forth screams well beyond the scope and severity of the torture being applied. Each stroke of the strap on Jan's feet also caused him to tense and jerk his body, again causing his penis to flop and move against Jan's stomach. The movement fascinated Don Diego, who found himself torn between looking at the boy's flopping penis and at his favorite sight of Jan's exquisitely beautiful bare feet.

He began the tickling anew and again Jan began to shriek and scream with laughter. As the tickling continued mercilessly, Don Diego happened to glance away from Jan's feet for a moment and noticed something entirely new. In all the previous torture sessions this had never happened before. Jan's limp penis was actually swelling and becoming stiff! Could it be that the boy was actually starting to get turned on by these tortures? This thought was a delight for the nobleman. What better than a beautiful boy with beautiful bare feet, who was super-ticklish, reacted perfectly to the tortures, and now even seemed to get aroused by them? What a delightful prospect! Don Diego climbed down from eh scaffold and began toying with Jan's erect penis. Jan began to moan with pleasure, and as Don Diego worked with the penis, the boy's body began to thrust, moving his penis against Don Diego's fingers. The Spaniard knew what he was doing here. He brought the boy just so far and then stopped abruptly. The lad begged with his tormentor to continue, his stiff, erect penis wanting desperately to cum, but nooooo-Don Diego was the expert! He knew just what he wanted to do, and this meant that the boy was going to suffer!

He left the boy hanging there for a while until his passion had cooled and then Jan was taken down and returned to his cell.

Chapter 6: Another Day in Hell

Jan is jarred from his peaceful sleep by the sound of jangling keys as the guards open his cell door. Hoping they are just bringing him something to eat, he is soon disappointed and filled with terror as they grab him and lead him down the familiar hallway to the torture chamber. There he again sees his tormentor Don Diego, grinning from ear to ear with anticipation of the delights to come for him, which clearly mean more torments for poor Jan.

Eyeing him up and down as he walks completely around the boy, Don Diego says "Strip him!" The guards grab the shirt and tear it forcefully from the boy's slender body. The Spaniard doesn't mind supplying Jan with new clothing between torture sessions, because he sincerely enjoys watching the clothes being torn off the trembling boy and hearing the sound of the ripping as the boy's naked torso is displayed. The guards know that Don Diego especially enjoys stripping the boy's feet himself, so they lift Jan up and hold his feet out for Don Diego to enjoy. He savors the moments as he slowly takes off Jan's shoes and socks. He tenderly fingers Jan's beautiful toes and holds the feet up for his examination. Just the touch of Don Diego's fingers on his bare feet bring on an odd combination of tingles of fear, anticipation, and ticklishness from Jan. As Don Diego moves his hands from Jan's feet to his penis, Jan begins to tremble again and feels a rush of sensation and hardening in his dick as the nobleman begins to fondle both the dick and the balls.

Jan is carried to the center of the room where there is a large, stone pillar, about two-feet wide and about three-and-a-half feet high, with the top rounded off in a wide arc. Jan had seen this stone monolith sticking up out of the floor before, but had never known what it was. He was about to find out, and he was not going to like it! Carrying Jan over to the stone monolith, the guards laid him on top with the small of his back placed right at the top of the arc. With his arms pulled up over his head, the guards grabbed his ankles and wrists and positioned him just right on the top of the stone. They then fastened the leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles and he heard the clanking of chains as they were attached to the cuffs. Jan was allowed to dangle in this position for a short while with his legs and feet dangling on one side of the monolith and his head and arms dangling downward on the other side. His waist and hips were on top of the monolith giving a good view of his dick and balls. The top of the stone slab was very smooth and slippery under Jan's bare back. He felt himself slide easily as the guards positioned him on top, almost as if the stone had been greased, which it had.

Don Diego walked up on the boy's side and began to again fondle Jan's exposed dick and balls. Naked and bound in this position, and feeling the Spanish nobleman's hands on his penis, brought another rush of blood to his loins and his member began to swell and stiffen noticeably. This is just what Don Diego wanted. His hands worked their magic as Jan began to squirm and moan with pleasure. Don Diego also knew when to stop and he abruptly ceased playing with Jan's penis and watched as it stood stiff and erect pointing straight upward toward the vaulted stone ceiling. There was Jan, his body arched over the top of the stone monolith, and right at the top, sticking out like a lone pine tree on the top of a bare, rounded hill, was Jan's stiff, erect penis. What a sight to behold!

The chains on Jan's ankles had been secured to heavy, iron rings in the stone floor of the torture chamber. There was enough slack in the chains that Jan could move his legs somewhat, both from side to side and up and down. From their position in the floor some distance away from the stone monolith, they caused Jan's feet to be held out at such an angle that they were in just the right position for Don Diego to pull up a chair and have his victim's feet sticking out almost right in his lap. This was just what Don Diego wanted. Seated comfortably in his chair he began to play with Jan's toes and feet. He tickled the boy mercilessly, and by this time, after all the torture poor Jan had endured, his feet were super sensitive to the tickling. The moment he felt his torturer's fingers touch his soft, bare feet, Jan began to whimper and beg. "No, no!" he cried. "Please, please don't tickle my feet!" "Noo, no, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha!" the laughter tore from his throat. This was just the sound his tormentor wanted to hear and he savored every shrieking, hysterical laugh and plea for the torment to stop. The Spaniard's fingers and a supply of feathers probed every tender spot on Jan's poor feet. The lad laughed until he cried. He pleaded and begged, but Don Diego would not stop tickling his feet. Finally he could see that the boy was getting too exhausted and he wasn't finished with him yet, so the tickling stopped. Jan was relieved and his body hung limply over the arched stone as he relaxed and tried to catch his breath.

From his chair at Jan's feet, Don Diego nodded and Jan heard a clanking of chains as the guards turned a large, wooden windlass, to which the chains on Jan's arms had been attached. Now Jan knew why the top of the stone had been greased and was so slippery. He felt his body tighten as the chains on his ankles were pulled taut by the pulling of the chains on his arms. Jan's back and hips slid a little on the top of the stone monolith as the chains on his ankles pulled his legs and feet downward on one side of the pillar and the windlass pulled his arms and upper body downward on the other side. Jan was being stretched with his body arching over the stone. With his head dangling downward, he saw an upside-down view of the guards as they put all of their muscle into pulling on the long, wooden spokes of the windlass. The pain increased and Jan let out a long, agonized scream. Tighter and tighter he felt the pulling on his body and his back was pulled very tightly over the stone. This was not like the rack he had been on before. The arching of his body, together with the stretching, was almost more than Jan could bear. He screamed and screamed. He pleaded, he begged, but the stretching continued. The guards played evil games with the windlass.

They would beat the wooden spokes of the windlass with a large iron bar as they were pulling his body. This caused spasms of sharp pain to course through Jan's body with each strike of the bar. Every painful, extra jerk from the strokes of the bar on the wooden spokes caused Jan to scream in pain after each blow. Then the worst came. Jan was still stretched tightly, although not as tightly as he was before, when he felt Don Diego's fingers again touching the bare soles and toes of his feet. Jan tensed and jerked, again bringing forth a scream of pain as the jerking of his body pulled on his already stretched limbs and muscles. Jan didn't know whether to laugh or cry as the tickling sensation began again on his feet while the pain of the stretching hadn't been stopped. Each tensing and jerking of his body brought on by the tickling on his feet caused him to scream and cry out in pain as his muscles were stretched anew, and yet there was also the laughing caused by the tickling of his feet! This double torment was more than Jan could bear. Don Diego realized this and after a little while longer he had pity on the boy and had him returned to his cell to rest and recuperate before facing another day of torment sometime in the future.

D.R.von Todtenhausen

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