"You're awake?"
The air was sooty, it hung heavy. I was confused... was I upside down? My arse stung. My jaw was in pain and I couldn't feel my cock. It was dark I couldn't see a thing but I knew I wasn't wearing a thing. Chains were suspending me in the air and my ankles felt like they'd completely dislodge from my legs at any second. The lights boomed on to reveal what resembled a basement but looked more closely like a dungeon. Dismembered carcasses were scattered across the floor and in piles in the corners. I recognized a few of them. Leon, Gabe it pained me to look.
"Where am I? What are you doing to me?"
Mr Ballantine stood in front of me, it was hard to recognise who he was due to being upside down but it was him. I saw he was wearing a swastika on his sleeve. There was one on my dick too. No wonder I couldn't feel it, it was on so tight my penis was black at the end.
"You mean, what are we doing to you?" Suddenly he was speaking with a German accent and Zephan came from around from behind me. I looked to my left to see Alex. He was suspended next to me. He was half shaven, his foreskin had been amputated from his 21 inch penis and stuffed into his mouth, mean while his ankles were bloodied from the chains that held him in the air. He was dead. A tear came from my eye as I saw a glass jar poking out of his anus and like his ankles, there was dry blood covering his ass.
Zephan giggled, "You were put into a coma after Herr Ballantine groped your ballsack, you've been out for two weeks." He put his tonge down my nose, it was wet and smelly. Unpleasant.
"Do you know what the best part about being in a coma is, Johan?" He paused briefly, "You can still get a boner when you're in a coma . You boned me so hard so many times with your 25 inch willy you don't feel when I fit cucumbers up there. Ballantine and I both." He grinned and I begun to weep even harder.
