‘I told you what it’s called,’ Matthew said.

Rodney shrugged his shoulders. ‘It’s used to punish homosexuals.’

Matthew gritted his teeth.

Rodney squatted down in front of him, and Matthew could feel Rodney’s shoulders pressed up against his inner thighs. And then he felt the pointed end of the pear against his arsehole. Instinctively, he clenched.

Rodney pushed, and when he realised it wasn’t going to go, he stood up again, holding the egg, and frowning at it.

Matthew could feel the first effects of the tablets. He felt like he was drifting, while at the same time everything was becoming more intense, more defined. The flickering of the shadows on the floor, across Rodney’s naked body, Rodney’s eyes, his teeth.

Rodney spat on the egg and crouched down again. He positioned the point of it on Matthew’s hole. And then he pushed and twisted in some deft move that Matthew wasn’t expecting. It was the work of two or three seconds, and then the thing was up there.

Matthew swallowed, and his eyes opened wide.

Rodney looked up from between his legs. ‘How does that feel?’ he said.

Matthew didn’t answer. He swallowed again. Hanging out of his arse he could feel the handle, pressed up against.

Rodney pressed the top of his head against Matthew’s abs. ‘I’ll just turn it a couple of times,’ he muttered.

Matthew turned his head up and stared at the ceiling while he felt Rodney’s hands around his arse, turning the handle on the pear, twisting it one full turn, and then a second. The pear began to open out inside him, but it didn’t hurt, not yet. It was a little uncomfortable.

Rodney stood up. He smiled. ‘How’s that?’ he said.

Matthew stared at him.

‘Smile, and say you like it. Say it feels good.’

It did feel kind of good, and Matthew could feel his cock filling with blood, but he wasn’t going to say that to Rodney. The thing was too big for his arse, and if Rodney turned it more than a few times, it would begin to hurt unbearably.

‘Not yet?’ Rodney said. ‘Oh well, I’ll give it another turn then.’

He squatted down again, and Matthew could feel Rodney’s shoulders between his thighs, could feel his hands around his arse. He was turning the screw, and the leaves of the pear were widening. Still, though, they were up inside him, and they had barely opened out, Matthew figured.

Rodney moved backward, onto his heels. He looked at Matthew’s cock, and then he held it one hand, taking it, and holding it, and weighing it, like he had done that day at his house, when he was under the table.

Matthew felt it flutter. He wasn’t going to be able to control it.

‘Dude, this thing is ridiculously big.’ Rodney looked up at him, smiling. He turned his head down again, focusing on the cock, and weighing it in his hand. ‘How many cockers did you take?’

Matthew closed his eyes and winced. The pear was uncomfortable, and he had to concentrate so that he didn’t get an erection. When he looked down again, Rodney was still holding his cock, and still staring at it. He looked up at Matthew.

‘You can’t expect to keep it.’

He let go of it, stood up, and moved around behind Matthew.

Matthew took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He focused on the door. Rodney wasn’t going to do anything to him. Not really. He might have stuck the pear up his arse, but he wasn’t going to hurt him. Not really. It was only a game, for the people inside him, so they could enjoy his fear.

‘I don’t think so,’ someone said. And someone else laughed.

‘Is he really there? Is he a real person?’ that voice again said.

Rodney reappeared with a stool, a wooden one. He put it between Matthew’s legs, and had to move Matthew’s cock a little until the end of it was resting on the wood, a little bent. Matthew looked down at it. It felt awful, to be like this, with no control over his body.

Was Rodney going to cut his head off, with a knife, or with an axe? Matthew stared at his cock, wishing he could reach down and hold it, wishing he could tuck it into a jockstrap and walk out of here.

He turned his head. Rodney was behind him again, at the table of implements, walking along it and looking at things, as though he was making a selection of ice-cream. Matthew kept his head turned, watching him, though as the minutes passed, it became uncomfortable. Rodney was reading through the cards, and picking up the implements as though he had forgotten all about Matthew.

Matthew turned his head back, and let it hang. The pear was uncomfortable. It was too big to be up there, and it made Matthew feel like he was on the verge of shitting himself, as though warm diarrhea was about to start oozing out of his arse. He wanted to reach back and pull it out, but he couldn’t.

Suddenly, Matthew felt something between his thighs. He opened his eyes. Rodney’s hands were there. And another device. Something… Matthew’s eyes opened wide. It was the testicle crusher. The two dark plates of steel.

Matthew moved his head quickly, moving it to one side and the other, trying to see between the plates, to see if… Yes, it was the one with the spikes. The one that had the spikes under the top plate, and the holes in the bottom plate for them to go into, the one he had wanted to use on Lukas, thinking it would have been better than a vice.

Rodney was unclasping the leather ring. He was moving his hands forward, and trying to clasp the leather ring around Matthew’s sack. He had Matthew’s balls in one hand, and was pulling them down, while he pushed the top of sack into the leather ring.

Matthew moved his head down quickly, trying to head butt the back of Rodney’s head. He hit him, but the way his arms were held restrained him, and it hardly hurt at all.

‘What are you doing dude?’ Rodney said, crouching down on his heels and looking up at Matthew.

‘Take the fucking thing of, Rodney.’

Rodney frowned at him, and then smiled. He turned his head down, turning it back to what he was doing. He wrestled with Matthew’s balls, and in a moment, Matthew heard the clasp click around the top of his sack. Rodney pulled back and stood up, looking down at what he’d done.

Matthew stared. Rodney had the testicle crusher upended on the stool. The clasp was tight around the top of his sack, and Matthew could see down into the plates, between them, where his balls were sitting, an iron spike or two suspended above each of them. The handle, the screw that turned the mechanism, was facing outward, toward Rodney.

Helplessly, and hardly able to understand what was happening, Matthew watched his cock grow erect, until it was standing straight up, fuller and harder than it had ever been. He felt like he could come, but it was the last thing he wanted to do.

He looked up at Rodney from under his brows.

Rodney wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and swallowed.

Matthew stared at Rodney’s groin, where he could see the front of Rodney’s pouch starting to angle away from his body. Rodney was getting hard.

Matthew gritted his teeth and started to struggle. He put all the force in his arms into breaking the leather straps. And then he started to rock the machine insanely, hearing it creak and groan as he did so.

The testicle crusher fell off the stool, and bashed against it, all the weight of the iron plates suspended by Matthew’s balls.

Matthew heard himself make a sound, involuntarily, a mew of pain. He stopped rocking, and listened to the sound of the crushed hitting the stool as the machine rocked from side to side.

He opened his eyes, and looked up at Rodney.

Rodney had a smile on his face that he was trying to control.

‘Dude, you look so fucking funny,’ he said.