by PyroEdmus
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"You have not payed the exact taxes, Blacksmith Frederick," said the chief torturer, "Do you admit it?"
"I have paid twenty silver coins to the publican!" cried Frederick. He was lying on the rack. His hands and bare feet were chained tightly. He is wearing only his underpants. He was squirming, and as his muscles tensed. He is about twenty-one years old and extremely handsome for a blacksmith.The torturer's eyes were twinkling with delight. There was no way out for Frederick.
"You paid only nineteen silver coins and a copper piece, you bastard. Your tax records were brought out and that's what we saw. This is considered treason to his royal Highness, not paying exactly what is due to the State," he said, with mounting excitement. "The punishment for such a crime would be a lifetime of hard labor.
However," the chief torturer was now smiling sinisterly at the handsome, blonde blacksmith, "I could make things so much easier for you. I could make your debts disappear, but of course there must be repayment..."
Frederick wanted to get out of this predicament fast so he said, "How? I do not have any more money."
The chief torturer said slyly. "You will submit to my will for three days. I have prepared very arduous tasks for you, but I can assure you that it is so much better than spending the rest of your life in the quarries..."
Frederick sighed. He nodded in submission. "Very good! Let us get started then," said the sly torturer. "Let us put the blindfold on, of course."
Frederick was very uncomfortable about this. He had an odd feeling of foreboding. As the blindfold was put on, he felt the excitement in the torturer's breath. The torturer then stroked his tender soles with his fingers, and Frederick laughed instantaneously.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU---- HAHAHAHA!!!" Frederick howled. The torturer smiled. "I see you are very ticklish, my dear young blacksmith."
"YEHESS!!! HAHAHA!!! PLEASE STOP!!! I CAN'T---HAHA---BREATHE!!!" Frederick struggled, but it was all in vain. His meaty toes were flexing, as if enjoying the terrible ordeal.
The torturer ignored his pleas. He continued tickling the sensitive soles and arches of the blacksmith's handsome feet. He stopped only to pick a feather and used it to tickle the man in-between the toes.
"AAAAAAHH!!! STOP IT! IT TICKLES BAAHAHAHAAD!!! STAHAHAAAP!!!" Frederick is now sweating. His toes were flexing as if trying to escape, but to no avail.
The torturer seemed to be very pleased with himself. He was, in fact, having a hard-on. His cock was now hardening at the sight of this helpless mess before him.
He started licking the toes.
"AAAAAHHH!!! NOOOOOO!!!! STOOOOP!!! HAHA!!!" Frederick was now turning purple.
"Alright, I will stop. But if you disobey me this time, tickling recommences," the torturer said deviously.
Frederick panted, "I'll do anything!"
The torturer tore Frederick's underwear to reveal the blacksmith's gargantuan cock.
"You must cum only if I tell you to," said the torturer.
"Oh no, I won't cum for you, you fucking queer! Let me go!" Frederick shouted in indignation. He struggled again.
The torturer only chuckled, "Alright, if you want to go to the quarries instead, it's fine by me."
Frederick gulped. "Now, are we to continue or not?" asked the torturer. Frederick had no other choice. He nodded again in surrender.
"Very well," the torturer stroked the giant dick in his hands full of oil. Frederick sighed.
"Ooooooohh."
The torturer polished the head of the young blacksmith's dick. Frederick was moaning in pleasure.
"Ooooooh! Please make me cum!" the blacksmith pleaded.
The torturer only smiled and went on with his work. He was already licking the piss slit.
"Ooooohhh! Hmmm! Please make me cum! I'm almost there--- aaaahhh!" The blacksmith "accidentally" came when the torturer stroked faster.
The torturer stood and took the blindfold off. "See your cum there?" he said as the blacksmith squinted. "What did I tell you?"
Frederick screamed "NO! NO! No more tickli-- HAHAHAHA!!!" The torturer already reached for the blacksmith's armpits.
"NOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
The feathers were already tickling his nipples while the other hand was busy with the armpits. "NOOOO!!! HAHAHAAAA!!! PLEASE!!!" the blacksmith said.
"Please what?" mocked the torturer.
"PLEASE STOP TICKLING MEEE! HAHAHA!!! I CAN'T--- HAHA!!!--- CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMOOORE!!!"
The torturer was already tired of the pleading. He gagged the blacksmith and continued tickling his upper body.
"MMMMFFF!!!" the muffled laughter of Frederick filled the cell.
The torturer grabbed the handsome blacksmith's dick again. "Since you can't control yourself from cumming, I'll just jack you off until you can't spew anything out!"
Frederick said a muffled no, until all that could be heard from him is "Hmmmmmfff! Mmmmm!!"
After a few minutes, Frederick came a second time and the torturer lightly tickled the poor blacksmith's cockhead with the feather.
"MMMFFF!!!"
"I see that your cock has been more sensitive from cumming twice. No matter. I will milk you dry anyway," said the evil torturer sinisterly. Then the horrible milking and tickling session continued.
Frederick came and came (and laughed in between) until he passed out. The torturer was already tired and it was nearly midnight
The chief torturer looked upon the handsome heap chained on the rack. He said softly, "Sleep well, my dear Frederick. We still have two days to go, and you don't want to miss it..."
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