Ready for Round 2, the man headed back downstairs and went back into the chamber. He was noisy going in, securing all the passages that kept his chamber completely isolated from the outside, but Kevin did not stir. He was too knocked down exhausted from his first beating. The man inspected the aftermath of his previous work. Kevins back, and the back of his legs were still red from his whipping and still covered with sweat. The strain of being tied up must still be working him even as he was passed out the man thought. His asshole was coated with dried cum from before, and the vibrator the man put in just before he left was poking from it. To the mans disappointmment, it was no longer vibrating. Damn batteries must have died he thought to himself.

The man now woke Kevin back up. Picking up his whip, he began striking Kevin's already battered back once again. Kevin made some half-asleep shuffling in his bonds. The man continued to strike, harder now until he heard grunts from under the socks in Kevin's mouth and he knew he was finally awake. Once Kevin woke up, the man quit the whipping for now. He went to the ropes pulling Kevin's arms up and loosened them a bit so that he could drop his whole feet back on the floor again. The man then took down his shoes tied to his balls. Kevin felt sore as blood began to flow in his balls and limbs again, constricted by the stretching and tying. The man also took the socks gagging Kevin's mouth.

Before Kevin had a chance to say anything, the man said, "Shut up if you know whats good for you," and proceeded to pick back up the whip and hit Kevin's now free balls a couple of times.Kevin let out a couple good screams, but knew better than to let anything else escape his lips. Kevin was still scared and in pain, but at the moment things seemed a little better.

The man now picked up a hose and started to wash Kevin down. Kevin winced as the water hit welts on his back. The man attached a nozzle to the hose and washed the sticky cum remnants of Kevin's ass. He then stuck the nozzle up Kevin's ass for a few seconds to clean out his rectum. The man told Kevin, "Don't want the slave to have a dirty ass when I go back in there now do I."

Whatever better feelings Kevin was feeling from having his bonds loosened and being washed off now suddenly went away as the impact of that statement hit him. Kevin was in horror at the thought of being fucked again and being referred to as slave. A few seconds later, Kevin began to throw up all over himself. The man was not happy with this and told Kevin, "I just washed that off. Now I'm going to have to do it again. You're going to have to pay for that one."

The man let him ponder that statement for a while as he let Kevin dry off. Once Kevin was dry the man got down to work. The man went back to Kevin's ropes and pulled him back up on the tips of his toes.

"Please, let me go," Kevin said. "What do you want with me?"

"What did I say about about talking," the man said as he picked up his whip again and hit Kevin again. "I already told you what I want with you and there is nothing about you leaving."

With that the man commenced whipping session #2. The man kept striking Kevin, over and over. Across his shoulders, lower back, ass, back of his legs, balls, again and again he struck. Harder and more frequent than the first session. The man clipped Kevin's nipples with the whip a couple time causing Kevin to let off some high pitched screams.

Once he thought Kevin had enough of the whip for now, the man decided to give Kevin some ball torture. He took some tape and taped Kevin's cock out of the way. He then tied a loop of string around Kevin's scrotum to make sure his balls were down in the sac and couldn't pull back up as he worked them. Once ready, the man took Kevin's left ball in one hand. In the other hand he picked up a needle. He squared the needle over Kevin's left ball and plunged it into his scrotal slin. Soon the needle made contact with the ball and penetrated ths surface. Kevin was shaking as he pushed the needle in, deeper until the man stopped with the needle halfway through his ball.

The man picked up another needle and repated the process to his right ball. He then picked up another needle and put another one in his left ball. Then another one in his right, then his left again, and on and on. The man was planning to put a dozen needles in each of Kevin's balls. But, before he could finish, the man's urges got the best of him. So hard, back even before he went down to the basement, he had to fuck Kevin now.

The man went back behind Kevin and without mercy plunged his dick in Kevin's ass. For the second time in a few hours Kevin was invaded. Kevin screamed in agony but the man did not pay notice. The man was very determined to give Kevin another rough fuck, but Kevin again put up a resistance. He tried bucking his butt back to try and force the man out of him, but the man was too strong. Kevin tried to kick out the mans legs but the ropes held him in place. Within seconds, yet another load of cum was in Kevin's ass.

After he unloaded himself the man tended to Kevin a bit again. He roughly grabbed Kevin's cock and put it over a cup. The man told Kevin, "Piss."

Kevin was humiliated at the thought of having his basic bodily functions controlled like this.

"Piss now, or piss all over yourself later," the man said.

Kevin still did not want to, but he really needed to and reluctantly pissed in the cup. The man then took the pungent yellow liquid and then poured it into a bottle filled with another mysterious brown liquid. The man sealed the bottle, shook it, and then put a straw in it. He then secured the bottle to a holder that me set up right in front of Kevin's mouth.

"It's a food bottle," the man told Kevin. "Got some basic sutff in it. I'm not much of a cook, but don't complain to me if it doesn't taste good, you seasoned it yourself. Now make sure you eat, don't want the slave starving to death now do I."

The man then gathered himself and left Kevin alone and hanging in the basement for the second time. Over the next few days, Kevin and the man settled into a routine. Much like the first two times, the man would occasionally come down to the basement and subject Kevin to an ordeal of first some beating, then some toturing, and finally a good fucking. Kevin did not really have an idea how long this was going on for. There were no windows in the basement and the man left either the single spotlight on above him or no light at all. This really threw off Kevin's perception of night and day. The man too did not come in and work Kevin at regular time intervals. Sometimes he'd do Kevin in quick succession, sometimes he'd wait longer.

When the man put Kevin through his additional ordeals, for the beating, the man did very much enjoy his trusty whip. He did bring in some other toys to change things up a bit from time to time. Sometimes he would pull out an array of wooden paddles. Other times he went with his fists and went all out on Kevin like a punching bag.

For the torture sessions, the man continued working needles into Kevin's balls. He finished his plan to stick a dozen needles into each of Kevin's balls and several times worked more into them. The man also did some painful needle torture to Kevin's cock. The man also had fun tying weights to Kevin's balls and clipping them to his nipples.

Of course, the man most enjoyed his time fucking Kevin. The man loved how it felt in Kevin's ass and really liked how Kevin's firm butt padded him. However as time went on, the man was really becoming annoyed with how much Kevin resisted him when he fucked him. Kevin resisted a little during the beating and torturing, but nothing like the way he resisted the fuckings.

The man lived with it early on. You would expect a 20-year old you just kidnapped to fight you as you tried to fuck him. But he had been braking him for a while now. The man had gone to the basement and done a lot of sessions on Kevin, so much so that even he had lost count. What more could he do, the man thought to himself. He had turned Kevin's whole being to pain. He had forced Kevin to piss when he commanded and even forced him to eat it. He had treated Kevin's cock and balls as if they were not attached to him.

Then it hit him. The last few times he had fucked him, his eye's were drawn to Kevin's balls, bouncing as he resisted. Now he knew why. That was the reason. It was those balls, giving Kevin his manhood. Pumping hormones and instincts into Kevin's body, controlling him to fight back. To finally brake Kevin for good and make him his, he knew that Kevin's balls would have to go.

The man began to make preparations. The next time he came down to work Kevin over, he was going to give it more than he had before. He was going to beat him hard and torture him hard. Then he would fuck him, one final time as a man, and once he resisted, he would take his balls. The man was in eager to get this done. Kevin's balls were doomed.

To be continued...