‘Oh, dude, I forgot to turn the handle,’ Rodney was saying.

Matthew was coming. He didn’t know how it had happened, but he was blowing a load of blood and come onto Rodney’s leather pouch and abs and thighs.

It didn’t feel good. All he felt was pain. He roared. A scream of pure, raw pain.

Rodney jumped. The blood-filled come had jetted onto him. But he jumped because Matthew screamed, frightened at the sound.

Eventually Matthew had to take a breath, and then he screamed again. He couldn’t help it, and he kept screaming.

Inside of him, he felt lights winking off as his constant companions abandoned ship, unable to take the pain he was feeling.

‘It’s too much,’ he heard someone say, and thought it was Dale, and then he was alone, and he knew it.

He screamed and sobbed and cried all at once. From the end of his penis, between the crocodile’s tail, he could see the blood pulsing out of the end of his cock with every beat of his heart. And his cock was deflating, slowly nodding forward as the blood pumped out of it.

He wanted to grab his head, to bend forward, to react, but all he could do was watch his muscles straining as tried to bear with the pain. Every fibre of his being was trying to collapse inward toward his groin, and he was red with the strain.

Suddenly, Rodney was in front of his eyes. He had his hand held out. Two little green tablets. The shiny ones. Matthew didn’t care what they were. He opened his mouth. And then his head was backwards and Rodney was pouring water down his throat.

Rodney had him held by the hair, was pulling his hair backwards. Matthew twisted his head. Tried to bite Rodney. Like an animal.

Rodney jumped back.

Matthew opened his mouth and screamed. Screamed as loud and as hard as he could. Putting all of his rage and anger into it.

And he couldn’t stop himself.

He looked down at his groin. At the crocodile. His cock was half deflated now, the weight of the crocodile bending it in half.

‘Take it off,’ he roared at Rodney.

Rodney jumped. He looked frightened, but he didn’t move.

‘Take the fucking thing off.’

Rodney didn’t move.

Matthew closed his eyes tightly and roared.

When he opened them again, Rodney had a handful of his hair and was forcing more tablets into his mouth, five or six. Matthew didn’t care what they were. He swallowed them.

And then he kept screaming, intermittently, taking deep breaths and letting out a roar of pain and anger when he could.

Finally, he was spent, and he could feel the beginnings of a tingling in his groin. Whatever Rodney had given him was easing the pain – and worse – it was making him feel pleasure again.

Hopelessly, his head hanging, he started to cry.

When he finally opened his eyes, his cock was erect again, blood still pulsing out of the head. Rodney was standing in front of him.

‘Well, dude, how do you feel now?’

Matthew didn’t answer.

Rodney squatted down and put his hands on the crusher. And Matthew watched dumbly as he started to turn the handle. He saw his balls flatten a little more, felt dully, pain, but it was more like pleasure.

Rodney stopped turning.

Distantly, Matthew thought it could all be alright still. If they took his balls out of there, if they took the crocodile off his cock, then still, his gear would be alright, if they took him to a hospital.

‘How do you feel, dude?’ Rodney said, standing up again.

Matthew’s cock jerked involuntarily, and a pulse of blood spurted out of the end. Insanely, it felt good, and Matthew knew he was close to coming again.

Rodney put the toe of his foot forward and pushed the testicle crusher. It started to swing underneath Matthew, and Matthew winced. His balls were on the verge of being ruined, another turn or two on that handle and they were would be crushed, shredded by the spikes, and crushed. And yet still, the pain was feeling good, and Matthew’s cock jerked again.

‘He’s liking it,’ someone said.

Matthew bit his lips grimly.

Rodney put his hands on his hips. And then he shook his head, looking at Matthew’s groin, which was covered in blood.

‘Boy, this place is a mess,’ he said. And then he answered himself, using a different voice. ‘Yeah, let’s make it immaculate,’ he said, as though he was quoting from a movie.

He leaned forward and loosened the clasp on the crocodile. Slowly, he levered the tail apart, and the crocodile’s sharp teeth relinquished their hold on Matthew’s flesh.

Matthew exhaled with relief, and then watched in horror as his penis spurted a hundred leaks, like some cartoon character, spraying blood in every direction. Matthew felt his cock loosen, like it was deflating, though it didn’t. His body kept pumping blood to it, under the influence of the tablets.

Rodney laughed.

‘Oh, dude, that really is funny,’ he said.

And Matthew did smile a little, looking at it, but he was no longer thinking clearly. Rodney put the crocodile on the stool.

‘Well, I suppose we’d better stop that bleeding,’ he said, talking again as he had talked before.

Matthew felt the room turning, and spinning, things coming into focus, and out of focus, while he kept his attention fixed on his penis. It seemed an incredible thing. It was pulsing with blood, and with every pulse, blood gushed out of a hundred different holes, though most of it spurted out of his eye.

And still, it was erect, and he felt good, like he could come again at any moment.

Rodney disappeared, walking behind Matthew, though he walked the other way. Matthew turned his head, half-interested, and saw Rodney walking toward one of the sconces on the wall. He turned his attention back to his cock, and then suddenly, realising that he had seen something, he turned his head back again, and saw Rodney reaching up to the sconce, his naked little arse pale in the flickering light. The was some long implement up there, in the flames, and it must have been up there – well, all the time, since he had been down here.

Matthew watched Rodney reaching up for it on his toes, and was thinking how sexy Rodney’s arse looked, when he realised what it was that Rodney was pulling down, or what it might be.

He sat bolt upright in the chair, and clenched his muscles, suddenly afraid and awake again, while he kept his eyes turned to Rodney.

Rodney was pulling the thing down. A long iron implement. Like a pair of long-reach secateurs, with wide opening handles on one end, that had been sitting out of the fire, and on the other end, two curved iron surfaces with interlocking teeth, that had been sitting in the fire.

The penis brand.

Matthew watched in horror as Rodney walked toward him.

‘Look out, dude, it’s hot,’ Rodney said, as he came around in front of Matthew. The end of it was glowing red, but Matthew had barely any time to take any of this in. Rodney had it positioned. He had the handles held upward, and the two curved hands were moving toward his still erect cock.

Matthew felt a long stream of runny shit empty itself out of his arsehole, and then the two curved surfaces were closing on his cock, the teeth interlocking as Rodney squeezed the length of his erect penis between them.

There was a sizzling sound, smoke, and the smell of cooking meat. And Matthew felt a confused surge of sensation.

He came, once or twice or three times, he didn’t know. He saw the come and blood pumping out of the end of his cock, and heard it sizzling, saw the smoke, but he didn’t really feel the pain until he had stopped. And then it hit him. His eyes watered. And there was a feeling, as though of razor blades, all around the insides of his groin.

Rodney was smiling at him, insanely, holding the brand tightly, squeezed tightly on his cock, and smiling.

Eventually, he let it go, and threw it behind him. He wanted to look, and looked down eagerly.

Matthew’s cock was black, like a burnt sausage, and it was deflating now. He briefly remembered thinking it would have been funny if this had happened to Lukas, but he was watching his cock, following its nodding downwards. He heard Rodney say,

‘Oh, dude,’ and then he passed out.