A Night Alone with the Executioner

Chapter 1.

Lately I have been overcome by thoughts of sadomasochism. In my twenties, I felt like I had experienced everything but this. At the beginning of my sexual life, this very phrase remained beyond the permissible line. But then something happened in my mind, and I began to rave about it.

What I did to satisfy my desires: I stuck a Coke bottle up my ass, inserted a thick knitting needle into the canal of my penis, pulled my balls, looked for partners with a big dick. But all these events only satisfied me for a moment, and then fantastic desires again took possession of me. And only fear of

a sadist unknown to me did not allow me to seek adventures on my head and other parts of my body.

Finally, my patience ran out, and I went online in search of someone who could help me with my fantasies. There were many offers. But I either didn’t like the faces of those offering their services, or the age didn’t suit me. In a word, I was picky. But suddenly, on one of the pages of a dating site, I found an advertisement for a young man that interested me. Age - thirty years old, handsome, penis length - twenty centimeters. "A fantastic night in S&M style." Signature “Executioner”, followed by email address.

I immediately wrote him a message that I would like to spend the night with him and attached a nude photo of myself. To speed up communication, I told him my Skype nickname. I was on pins and needles all evening until I got an answer from him. He came on Skype, asked how old I was and asked to show myself on video. I turned on the video camera and, since I was only wearing shorts, I easily showed him myself naked. He also turned on the camera, but I could only see his abdominals and a decent bulge in his swimming trunks. He also asked about my desires, and I answered that it would be interesting, but without severe pain, blood, bruises and scratches.

— Okay,” he said. – How about Friday night all night and Saturday? – I answered positively. “Then wait for me at Victory Park at seven in the evening.” Only one condition: follow all my orders. Grab a liter bottle of good vodka. This is my entire fee. Red Mazda. - And he passed out.

At the appointed time, I stood at the entrance to the park with a package in my hands, smoking one cigarette after another. It was late autumn and quite cool. It was getting dark. Finally a red car pulled up, but I couldn’t make out the brands. The door opened, I sat in the salon and said hello.

— Turn your head to the right. – The tone was commanding. He put a blindfold on me and the car started moving. – Turn off your phone. “I took the phone out of my pocket and turned it off by touch.

- Why such mystery? I hope we won't commit a crime? – I asked.

— Shut up. Now say as little as possible. I don't like unnecessary words.

Apparently, so that I would lose the ability to navigate, he most likely circled around the city. And then we left and rushed along some highway.

Finally we stopped. “Sit,” he told me, and he left the salon. Through the noise of the running engine, I heard some kind of creaking. Probably opened the gate. He took his place behind the wheel again, we drove a few meters and he got out of the car again. Then, when the gate was closed, we drove no more than a hundred meters. Turning off the engine, he said, “Get out.”

I got out of the car and heard the characteristic activation of the alarm. He took my hand and led me, warning me that there were steps ahead. Finally we entered the house, he turned on the light and allowed me to remove the blindfold.

— Wait here for now,” the stranger walked away somewhere. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked around.

I was in the hallway of a house. Taking off my jacket and scarf, I hung them on a hanger and, continuing to wait for my stranger, I sat down on a chair. The house was warm and cozy.

He ​​appeared about fifteen minutes later. He had a black leather half-mask on his face, his torso was belted with black leather belts, and there were leather bracelets on his wrists. Instead of briefs, there were leather jockeys with a flap on the front. On her feet are short leather boots. The hands are wearing fingerless leather racing gloves. Just some kind of ghost. In his hands was a seven-tailed whip.

— Undress completely here,” he ordered. I asked how I should address him and he answered “Boss.” When I was left in only my panties, he ordered me to take them off too, and even my socks. – The house is warm and even has heated floors.

He ​​led me down the corridor. We walked past several doors and stopped at one.

— I hope you’re clean? – I confirmed that I washed before the meeting. - Fine. But the intestines need to be washed.

We entered the bathroom. He went to the mixer and connected a one and a half meter thin hose with a pipette at the end. The boss told me to get into the bathtub, bend over and spread my buttocks. After examining my anus, he inserted the tip of the hose into it and began pouring warm water into me.

After washing my insides three times, the Boss was convinced that clean water was coming out of me and this satisfied him. After washing our hands, we left the bathroom and, as it turned out, came to the kitchen. Here he took my vodka out of the bag and, pouring himself a full glass and half a glass for me, told me to drink it and drank it himself. I asked permission to smoke. The boss allowed, but said that the next cigarette would be only as an incentive.

We went up to the second floor. He opened one of the doors with the key, and entered a rather large hall. It seemed to me that I found myself in a torture chamber from the times of Ivan the Terrible. Ropes and chains were hanging from the ceiling, and in the corner there was some kind of couch with belts. Against the other wall is a huge wooden cross with leather straps for arms and legs attached to the ends. Nearby, on four legs, stood a machine, like a sports “goat.”

On the other wall is a glass cabinet with a set of some nickel-plated utensils and huge dildos and dildos. Next to it is a real gynecological chair. There were also some sports equipment. The boss walked up to some kind of remote control and began pressing the appropriate buttons. Organ music flowed, and the ceiling flared red with different shades. The walls of the room were covered with dark blue curtains from ceiling to floor.

- Well, then. Let's get started, I guess. “He led me to the closet, putting me with my back to it, opened the doors and began to look for something. He put a collar on me with sharp spikes facing outwards, then with special clothespins connected to each other by a chain, he pinched my nipples, and attached the chain to the collar with a carabiner. Next, he took a nickel-plated ring, like a clamp, and put it on the base of my penis along with the balls and began to tighten the screw until the ring tightly wrapped around my penis. He grabbed the scrotum with another ring and also screwed it so that it seemed to me that the skin on the scrotum should burst. It was a bit painful, but pleasant.

The boss took me to a wooden cross and secured my arms and legs with straps. Moreover, the legs were secured to special struts, which were apparently attached to a horizontal crossbar. He blindfolded me and inserted a gag into my mouth - a plastic ball with elastic bands through the back of my head.

I heard the clank of chains and realized that I was going up. My feet left the floor and I felt like I was crucified and hanging on a cross. It's a terrible feeling!

The boss opened my upper flesh and inserted a clamp under the base of the head and tightened the screw. Then he hung some kind of weight on the ring that was squeezing my balls, so that it seemed that they would come off to hell. A weight was also hung on the ring that pressed the head.

— Hang there for now. And don't worry: your genitals won't come off. They can't stand even that much.

I heard the door slam. So he left the torture chamber.

He ​​was gone for probably thirty minutes. My neck was already stiff, since the spikes on the collar did not allow me to tilt it - the spikes immediately pierced my skin. And it squeezed my chest. All those crucified on the cross usually died from suffocation.

The clank of chains reached my ears, and I began to descend. My feet touched the floor and I felt relief. He took me off the cross and led me to another device. Having unfastened my collar and unhooked the chain going to my nipples, he ordered me to bow my head, and my neck fell into some kind of notch. He himself placed my hands in smaller recesses. On top he placed the same board with grooves and secured it. It turned out that I was in the block. To make it comfortable for me to stand in this position, I had to take a step back and spread my legs wide apart.

The weights attached to my genitals continued to pull them back. The boss took the gag out of my mouth and said that I could moan a little. And he began to caress my buttocks with his whip. It didn’t seem to hurt, the tails of the whip were made of some soft material, but after a while my ass began to burn, and now each blow was perceived as more painful. And I actually started moaning. I can’t even say how long this torture lasted. It seemed to me for a very long time that I even stopped feeling the lashes.

Finally, he freed me from the block, took off the blindfold and laid me on the couch. I looked at my eggs and was horrified - they were already blue. The head of the penis was purple. He said that it was okay, that the whole program was scientifically based and there would be no harm from it. The boss removed the weights and loosened the ring that was squeezing the scrotum. The relief was blissful.

- Well done. Passed the first test. Let's go to the kitchen and you can smoke.

Walking past the bathroom, Boss asked if I wanted to pee. I've actually been wanting to take a leak for a long time. We went in together, and he watched as a stream of urine erupted from the canal, clamped with a ring. He watched me wash my penis and my hands. We left the bathroom and went to the kitchen. Moreover, the Boss walked in front, and his open ass flashed before my eyes.

He ​​poured vodka again, a little for me, a little for himself, and we drank without a snack. I lit a cigarette with great pleasure, sitting down on a chair, although I couldn’t feel my ass, it was still burning. The boss also started smoking, although it seemed to me that he was not doing it for real, but was simply blowing smoke.

He ​​began to ask me about my life, but demanded that I answer in monosyllables. How long have I been giving it to the ass? - Since I was eighteen years old. – What do you like about gay sex? - All. -Who do I live with? - Alone now. – How often do I shave my pubis and scrotum? – Once a week. – What’s the biggest dick I’ve ever taken? - Twenty-two centimeters. - Do you drink urine? - I tried it. – Do you accept golden showers? - Yes. — The rest of the questions, if there were any, I simply don’t remember.

Having stopped using the whip, the Boss unfastened the ring that was clamping my genitals, and a sigh of relief flew out of me. But the chain going from my head to the floor continued to hang there, and the penis under the load divided my scrotum in half. He took one of my testicles with his fingers and began to push it under my pubis, then the second one ended up there in the same way, and I felt how they were pressing on my pubis from the inside. But to be honest, it was nice.

Then he put the collar on me again, unhooked the chain with the weight from the penis, and instead attached another, shorter one, the second end of which he attached to the collar. Now the chain was pulling on my penis, and I had to bend somehow to make it easier for him. The boss pulled the butt plug out of me and I even felt a draft coming through my back hole.

He ​​asked how I was feeling and I replied that everything was fine so far, but I could no longer feel my nipples. Then he unhooked the clothespins and again I felt relief. But I was happy early. The boss rummaged in the closet and brought out some rubber suction cups. He put one to my nipple, released the air, and it stuck into me like a leech. He did the same with the second nipple. I felt them swell.

Then the Boss inserted some kind of plastic tube into my anus, no thicker than the tip of a syringe, and air began to be pumped into me. At first it was pleasant, but after about five minutes I thought I would burst like a balloon and even screamed. Then he pulled the tube out of me and I heard air rushing out of my hole. At this time, he immediately inserted the butt plug, and the remaining air was now expanding my stomach. It seemed like I wanted to go potty, but I knew that thanks to the bowel cleansing, there was nothing there.

He ​​loosened the chains attached to my legs, and I was left hanging by my hands, which was not very pleasant. After a few minutes, Boss lowered me so that my fingertips were touching the floor. He removed the chains from his legs and unhooked the chain from the head. Having pulled my testicles out from under my pubis, he again tied my genitals with a leather strap and tightly fastened the strap, which had a carabiner on it. He attached a carabiner to one of the chains and began to tighten the chain, so much so that I thought that now my whole equipment would come off. It was very uncomfortable to stand: the only point of support was the tips of the fingers. He left me in this position and left.

But he was not away for long.

- Do you want to hang from your genitals? – he asked. - Don't worry, they will survive. It has been checked more than once.

— What if not? – I asked with fear.

- Don’t be afraid, I’ll back you up. “He loosened the chains, and I stood on the floor with all my feet. And again the Boss attached chains to my legs, and I found myself suspended horizontally for the second time. She now tightened the chain attached to her genitals and loosened the chains on her arms and legs.

And really I was only hanging on my genitals. The boss generally loosened the chains of my arms and legs, and all my sixty kilograms were held on my penis and scrotum, albeit with a weight towards my head. But this did not last long. But Boss managed to take a photo of me - the flash flashed a couple of times. He tightened the chains holding the arms and legs again and loosened the chain going to the genitals. Having pulled out the anal plug from me, he inserted two rather large balls connected to each other. And, lowering me to the floor, he freed me from all the chains and straps. I looked around my property, everything seemed to be in place.

— Will you even be able to stand after this? – I asked.

- It will, don’t piss. I’ve lifted more than one person here that’s heavier than you. Well done. Not a coward. Now you can tell your friends, if you want, of course, that you were hanging from your own genitals. I'll email you the photo. You deserve a cigarette again.

I asked him to tuck my testicles inside again, that I liked it. The boss dealt with this deftly, but advised not to leave them there for a long time. And he showed how to tuck them so that they don’t fall out again into the scrotum. Having examined myself, I saw that the scrotum was virtually gone, its skin had straightened out, and now only my penis was hanging. The boss took several photos of me posing without my scrotum.

Walking to the kitchen, I felt within myself that the balls were constantly moving, but did not interfere with my walking. Having drunk vodka again and lit a cigarette, I asked the Boss about these balls. He explained that they have a shifted center of gravity and therefore are constantly in motion, and promised to insert a longer garland. I spread my legs and touched my anus; a plastic loop was sticking out of it.

- Don’t want to sleep? – he asked me. I replied that not yet, and in turn asked about the time. “Only eleven,” he replied. - Come on, let's have some coffee. I need you cheerful.

While he was making coffee, I thought that I had only been here for three hours, but it seemed like the whole night had passed. After coffee I managed to smoke another cigarette, the Boss didn’t pay attention to it.

Returning to the torture room, he ordered me to lie down on the couch. He secured the wrist wrists to the legs of the couch, and attached a wooden round block, probably more than a meter long, to the legs. A ring was screwed into the center of the block. The boss attached one of the chains with a carabiner and began to lift my legs until my pelvis began to lift off the couch. He secured the chain, and I imagined my appearance: me with my legs raised and widely spread and my anus visible in all its glory. He came up to me and made sure that my balls were in my scrotum again.

The boss pulled the loop and the balls jumped out of me one after another. But after a few seconds he again began to insert them into the anus. Only these were different balls, of a larger diameter. One, two, three... I counted eight balls. If they are five centimeters in diameter plus the connection between them, that is more than forty centimeters. Where did all this fit?

- How are you? — the Boss asked, I replied that it was fine for now. – Do you want to try walking? - I agreed. He lowered my legs, freed my arms and led me to another corner, where there was a walking machine. I stood on the rubber track, and the Boss turned on the machine. At first I walked at a measured pace, then he increased the speed and I was already walking quickly. He asked about my feelings. I said that the balls are constantly moving and, as it seems to me, massage the prostate.

He ​​increased the speed even more, and I started running lightly. I told him it felt like I might lose them. But he assured me that they would not go anywhere, the sphincter would not release them back without outside help.

He ​​stopped the exercise machine and again ordered me to lie down on the couch, returning everything to its original state: God knows where my legs are, and my hands are at the legs of the couch. He again began to caress my buttocks with the whip, sometimes hitting my balls. And I had to moan again.

Having finished this execution, he began to pull the balls out of me one by one. They walked back worse, the sphincter turned outward. Having pulled out all the balls, he showed me the garland. It was at least half a meter long. But my anus did not rest for long. The boss again inserted an anal plug into him, but of a larger diameter. I thought that by the end of our games, my anus would be able to easily accept a champagne bottle, it would be so stretched.

I asked him to remove the spiked collar. He unfastened the damned collar, but put on another one with a chain and snapped a small lock on it. Just a slave, and that's all.

Lowering my legs, he said:

- I’ll give you an injection in the scrotum now. You will get new sensations.

- Or maybe there’s no need to go there? You never know.

- If you trusted me, then trust me to the end. “I have a medical education and it is not my plan to maim you,” he answered sternly. He removed the strap from his genitals and went to the closet.

Soon he came up to me, holding a small disposable syringe and cotton wool with an antiseptic in his hands.

After wiping my scrotum, he said: “It doesn’t hurt.” Be patient. “He removed the tip from the needle and pierced the skin of the scrotum between the testicles with the needle. Pressing the piston, he injected some liquid into me. Taking out the needle, he again wiped the injection site with an antiseptic. – Now it will become very hot there, but it won’t last long, just a couple of minutes. Then everything will pass.

A few seconds later, a burning sensation in the scrotum began to such a degree that it seemed like there was hellish fire there. I wanted to crush it with my hands, but my hands were tied to the legs of the couch. Lying on this couch, I wriggled like a snake in a frying pan. But the Boss, observing my reaction, reassured me that everything would pass now.

And indeed, after two or three minutes the burning stopped and I felt very comfortable. But some other sensation appeared in the lower abdomen, which I could not characterize.

- Lay down like that for another five minutes, rest. “And then let’s go have a smoke,” said the Boss.

True, only after ten minutes he began to free me from all the bonds. He helped me get up and led me to one of the walls. Turning on the bright light, he pulled back the curtain to reveal a wall-length mirror.

- Well, how? – he asked. My God! I didn't recognize myself. My scrotum was missing, and instead, hanging between my legs was a pink ball the size of a good grapefruit. The skin on this ball was stretched like a drum. The boss removed the suction cups from my nipples and I was horrified. They were so big and stood like a good woman's. He photographed me several times in different poses.

- Don't worry. In a few hours everything will fall into place and return to its original state.

— What if I don’t? – I asked.

- Don't worry. I know the effect of the drug. Many people come to me for an injection when they go, for example, to a nudist beach. Some even ask for this size to last for two days. But this, of course, is overkill.

And taking me by the chain of the collar, he led me to the kitchen. It was awkward to walk; the ball hanging below was bouncing off one hip and then the other. It seemed as if the testicles were floating inside the ball, but it created a pleasant sensation.

Sitting in the kitchen and smoking after a dose of vodka, he offered me the following:

- If you want, I can inject into the shaft of the penis, and it will also increase in size. You'll look like a sexual giant with those balls. “I replied that I wasn’t sure that I wanted it.” Placing my palm under the ball, I tested its weight. Yes, my balls have become heavy.

- Boss, don’t you want to fuck me in the ass? – I asked him.

— We’ll still have time to do this. Otherwise, I will lose interest in sadism,” he replied.

And again we are in the torture room, as I called it to myself. He told me to lie down on the mat and began to put belts around my shoulder blades and lower abdomen. Turning me onto my back, he again encircled my genitals with a leather strap and tightened the clasp very tightly. Bringing a metal weight, he secured it to the strap and turned me over again on my stomach. Having hooked the chains to the belts, the Boss began to lift me up. My body left the floor and he lifted me two meters. The weight attached to the genitals pulled them down. The boss swung the load, and it dangled like a pendulum, threatening to tear my property off. The boss took several photos from different angles.

He ​​lowered me down and unhooked the weight from my genitals.

- Well, do you still want to hang on your genitals, only now with your butt up? “And without waiting for my answer, the Boss tied the strap that encircled my equipment and attached another chain to the ring.

I got really scared here. But at this time I felt that my genitals were being lifted up between my legs from the butt side, and I was lifted off the floor. He didn’t lift me up very high and immediately tightened the chains that I was holding on to before, apparently using them as insurance. After taking a few photos for memory, the Boss lowered me to the floor and freed me from all the chains and belts.

- Do you now understand how strong the genitals are? By the way, do you want to go to the toilet? – he asked.

— Well, I guess not. With such a ball instead of eggs, it seems to me that I won’t be able to piss at all.

- As much as you can. Now we’ll do everything,” he said and ordered me to lie down on the couch. Then he brought a funnel with a rubber mouthpiece and a carafe of water, no less than two liters.

Having inserted the mouthpiece into my mouth, he began to pour water into the funnel and, in order not to choke, I had to drink it. When all two liters fit in my stomach, the Boss inquired about my condition. It doesn’t seem to work yet, I answered. Then he went again to get water. From history I knew that in the Middle Ages, water torture was one of the most terrible: a huge amount of water was poured into a person and, after tightly bandaging the genitals, they were not given the opportunity to release it from the body.

He ​​brought two more liters of water and, pouring it all into me, ordered me to get up and walk around the hall. While I was walking, I thought that it was already night, however, I didn’t want to sleep, I was God knows where and I was allowing my body to be abused for the sake of dubious short-term pleasure.

It was here that the bladder made itself felt. I approached the Boss and said that I was ready to go to the toilet. Saying that this was not necessary, he sat me down on a high stool, like a bar stool, and went to his closet.

He ​​brought some rubber hoses and a plastic bucket. Taking my penis in one hand, with the other he loosened the ring under the head and removed it. Then, pressing on the head so that the entrance to the canal opened, he began to insert a thin rubber tube into it. He explained that this is a catheter specifically for collecting urine and while he inserts it, it may be a little unpleasant. But I already experienced this when I inserted a knitting needle into the canal.

I felt the pointed end of the catheter, passing through the channel, rest against something. The boss rotated it in different directions and, having found its way further, the catheter penetrated the bladder. He inserted the outer end of the catheter into a rubber hose, which he lowered into a bucket. But for some reason the urine didn’t come out. Then he took the end of the hose into his mouth and sucked the air out of it. And I felt my hot urine pour through the catheter into the bucket, and my bladder began to feel relieved. The idea occurred to me to purchase such a catheter, they are probably sold in any pharmacy, and sometimes use it at home when an attack of masochism occurs.

Finally the urine ran out. The boss took the catheter out of me and told me to try peeing in a bucket to see if everything came out of me. But no matter how hard I strained, nothing came out of me except a few drops.

— Are you probably tired of this butt plug? Bend over and lean against the couch,” he ordered and pulled her out of me. - What should I give you, more balls? I have a garland of ten balls with a diameter of six centimeters. - I agreed. The boss, having lubricated my anus, quickly inserted all ten balls and, pulling the loop, made sure that everything was in order.

- Take a bucket and hoses, and let's go to the kitchen. “And he again led me down by the chain.

I got so used to my “grapefruit” that I even felt pleasant when it pushed off my hips when walking. Having tried to hold it with my hand, I was convinced that when it hangs under its own weight, it is much better. If I could find out what kind of drug the Boss administered and learn how to give injections, I could sometimes practice this at home.

The garland of ten balls caused some inconvenience when walking, but at the same time it was pleasant to feel how they were moving inside me.

Throwing the hoses and catheter into the bathtub, I poured the urine from the bucket into the toilet and rinsed the bucket. Seeing my panties on the chair, I asked the Boss to wait and, putting them on, tried to hide my ball in them. He stood next to me and watched me. It was, of course, comical to pull such tight panties over my “grapefruit”, I looked at myself in the mirror and abandoned this idea. By the way, looking at my nipples, I saw that they were sleeping less.

We drank vodka and smoked again. The boss asked if I was used to such a scrotum? Answering positively, I added that I would like to have her always like this. And asked about the drug.

- You don't need to know that. If you still want, call, we’ll meet somewhere, and I’ll give you an injection. I always have a doctor’s medical bag with me in my car with medications and syringes. – He poured more vodka. - Well, why don’t you want to sleep yet? Shall we play some more?

— If you don’t mind, Boss,” I replied.

— It seems to me that you are in vain refusing an injection into the shaft of the penis. I promise you will like it. After all, you didn’t want to go into the scrotum either, but now you’re glad. “I replied that I now agree if he guarantees that everything will be all right later.”

In the torture room, I lay down on the couch. First, Boss put suction cups on my nipples again. He also noticed that they began to decrease, and he probably didn’t want that. Then he fumbled around his closet and returned to me, holding a syringe and cotton wool. This time the syringe was larger, five cubes. Having made a subcutaneous injection, the Boss ordered to lie down for a while.

After a while, I felt my penis begin to come to life. No, he was not excited, but the condition was the same as when an erection occurs: the skin began to stretch, and the trunk itself began to get thicker and increase in size right before our eyes. Miracles, and that's all.

I got up from the couch and walked over to the mirror. My genitals looked very impressive. Just some kind of Mukhtar Safarov. And at this time the Boss was already aiming the camera at me. Before filming, he removed the suction cups from the nipples and took several pictures.

— Well, the last trick for today. “He ordered me to lie on my back on the mat. Again I secured a round wooden beam between my legs and secured a chain to the ring in it. And he lifted me by my feet from the floor about a meter.

When he came towards me, his panty flap was facing my mouth. He unzipped it and dumped out his impressive member. He ordered to take it as deep into his mouth as possible, but not to suck it. He himself did the same with my penis, he simply held it in his mouth and released it. Then he ran his tongue over my grapefruit. Lifting my body higher, he bit and sucked on my nipples. It was both painful and pleasant at the same time. Then he put the suction cups on them again.

I saw him put his dick in his shorts and fasten the flap. Having lowered me to the floor, he unfastened the straps on my ankles and allowed me, if I wanted, of course, to masturbate. I began to jerk my enlarged penis, and with the other hand I supported my ball, lightly drumming on it with my fingers. The boss squatted over my face and I licked his anus.

Having finished without achieving a good erection, and filling my stomach and chest with sperm, I wanted to go to the bathroom and wash it all off, but he didn’t allow it. Let it dry, they say.

Then he took me to the next room, where there was one sofa with a pillow and a thin blanket. The boss said that I will sleep here. I nodded, but he demanded that I lie down with him. When I straightened up to my full height on this sofa, he cuffed my ankles with soft handcuffs, and inserted the chain from the collar into a ring that was embedded in the wall, and also locked it. He explained these precautions by saying that he does not tolerate anyone wandering around the house at night. At parting, he told me that he still wouldn’t let me sleep for a long time. He covered me with a blanket, turned off the light and left the room, closing the door tightly behind him.

(The author does not advise readers to repeat all those experiments that are described by the hero of the story)

BERLI.