St Andrew's Cross Part 6

The man entered the room and lowered the frame on which Andy’s tired body hung.

Almost tenderly he lifted Andy out of the torture machine and carried him in a fireman’s lift over his shoulder, out of the dungeon room.

Andy, half awake collapsed in the arms of the man who hard tortured and mutilated him.

As the man lowered Andy in a warm bath, the man simply whispered in Andy’s ear “Thank you …”

Andy relaxed in the bath. His aching muscles and spirit refreshed by the warmth as the man gently scrubbed his body clean of the night’s detris.

Andy realised in those moments when the man treated him like this that whatever might be said in the dungeon, this man cared for him and that was more important to Andy than anything he had ever known.

After his warm bath the man dried Andy’s tired body and carried him back to the darkened dungeon room.

He did not return Andy to the cross but instead placed him in the small cage that sat in the shadows.

He gently placed a collar around Andy’s neck and attached a chain to it and the other end to the cage.

Andy curled up on the mat in the cage. A bowl of water sat at one end and a bucket at the other.

The man fitted leather mitts to Andy’s hands and shackles to his legs.

Andy was asleep by the time the man locked the cage door.

The man smiled to himself ….the boy had taken to his new life better than any before him and he had allowed himself to become attached to Andy.

He turned and left the room.

It had been a long night, the party had gone well he would do it again soon but tomorrow he would put Andy through his paces. Maybe the time had come for some more mods. Maybe his dick needed more work or perhaps he could scarify Andy’s chest ….mmm lots of possibilities.

He climbed into bed, switched the light out …after all tomorrow was another day …

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