The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war.
As I listened to the tormentors in the adjoining room greedily filling their stomachs with the food I had left out for them, I took the time to inspect the culprit. His arms were still high above his head and tied to the strands of rope coming down from the ceiling. His legs were still spread apart with a bar between his feet. But, in his unconscious state, his head was slumped forward.
I looked at his face, actually inspecting it for the first time. I was immediately struck by how handsome he was. His tanned skin, full lips, and hazel eyes struck a cord in my heart. Why had such a god been brought to the chamber for punishment? What could this young man have possibly done to deserve the hours of sexual torment that awaited him? I quickly averted my eyes in the hopes of breaking the spell he was casting on my sympathies. I had more work to do, more documenting.
The rest of his lean but muscular body was red from the beating. But although his tormentors were thorough in their whipping, the skin was not broken. Even his ass, which had taken the brunt of the barrage, contained no welts. I sighed in relief that the tormentors had not destroyed the young man's firm and rounded buttocks.
He glistened all over, from his dark matted hair to his toes. Beads of sweat ran down his back into the crack of his ass and then disappeared under his young ball sack. His perfect cock was still semi-erect and displayed remnants of his second ejaculation. I went to the drawer and removed a cotton cloth to clean him up. I started with his ass and worked down to his feet. Then, I started back up to his crotch. As I wiped under his balls and stroked his cock to clean off the mess, I heard a slight murmur. I looked up to see the culprit staring down at me. His soulful eyes pleaded.
"Please don't hurt me, sir."
I opened my mouth to speak. I wanted to comfort him, to let him know that I would not let them destroy his beautiful body. But, I stopped short of speaking. Instead, I used my mouth to show him how I felt. I placed my lips at the head of his cock and kissed it. Then, I slowly let it slip into my mouth. The young man gave out a little gasp. I quickly let it slip out and I put my fingers to my lips.
"Shhhh." I said, "Just rest, young lad."
He remained quiet as I took more of his cock into my mouth. I tasted the saltiness from his cum and from the sweat that covered his entire body. It made me want him even more. Soon, the entire shaft was in my throat and I began to please him with a steady rhythm. He became completely erect and I gently cupped his balls in my hand. I knew I did not have much time. The tormentors would be back for the next session of punishment in just a few minutes.
