Regis elegantly reaches into the case and first pulls out a car battery and sets it on the floor.  The island master’s curiosity is peaked.  Then Regis pulls out a whip that has a copper wire braided into it and an electrical wire coming out the back of the handle.  He hands the whip to Sheikh Al and clips the wire to one of the battery terminals.  Then Regis pulls out a nasty looking two foot long urethra sounding probe, a semi-flexible shaft of metal that threaded an endless row of ball bearings, all mounted to a plastic handle with a wire coming out the back end.  Regis laid the probe across the top of the lid and plugged its wire to the other terminal of the car battery.  As Regis wiggled his hands into a set of heavy plastic gloves, the island master stepped in for a closer look.

With the anticipation of a child on Christmas morning the master asked, “What have we here, an electrical whip?

With his focus intent on the boy, the Sheikh took a few warm up swings of the whip as he answered the master’s question, “Yes, indeed my dear host.  Made to my specifications, the copper wire woven into the leather of this whip is connected to that rather invasive urethral probe by way of that car battery.  Something of a torture trifecta, you have the pain of the probe, the pain of the whip’s lashing, and then to top it off, you have electrocution whenever the whip makes contact with the subject.  An intense electrical current that surges from the whips random point of contact, through his body and the out through the probe planted deep in that beastly cock of his.”

The master smiles with glee, “I was right, you are an artist.”

The Sheikh continues, “So the trick is not just to whip the subject, but to let the end of the whip hang on his body as long as possible.  It’s all in the wrist.”

With only a crude understanding of human language, the Sheikhs description eluded the jungle boy, but he knew well enough the sound of the whip and readied himself for it.  The boy knew from experience that the best way receive its pain was to not tighten up, relax the flesh, be as soft as possible, let the softness adsorbed and dissipate the energy of the whip…as much as possible.  But he couldn’t help tightening up as Regis took a firm hold of his throbbing and seed spilling cock and plunged the first inch of the probe into its drooling maw, cutting off the incessant flow of his juice.  The jungle boy winced, cringed and recoiled as inch after inch of the cold metal probe crept down his compromised manhood.  The boy shuddered between excruciating pain and ecstasy as he felt the cold of the ball bearings glide deep past the root of his mighty cock and a far into the never before explored regions of his reproductive system.  He could feel the hard and cold of the probe slide past his prostate, detour into his sperm duct and then his seminal vesicle shortly there after.  Then into his left vas deferens slithering over the top of his bladder and down to his left nut.  And then when nothing but the handle of the probe was visible to the outside world, Regis began to pump the probe in and out of the helpless lad’s cock as also he rolled it between his fingers, to the left and to the right and back over and over again.  With the probe undulating inside of him and holding back an ongoing orgasm, the ravaged boy could take no more and screamed as a small amount of his pressurized seed squeezed past the probe and sprayed out.

The attaché dodged the ejaculation and looked up to his employer, “I believe he’s ready for you, your Highness.” 

Without hesitation, the Sheikh let the whip fly into the flesh of the boy’s ass.  A snap of the whip followed by the crackle of electricity followed by the pop of another squirt of jungle boy tea.  And the boy’s screaming resumed as electricity coursed through his body towards the hostile probe planted deep in his reproductive system.  And true to his word, the whip lingered on his flesh until the jungle boy’s quaking body shook it off.

The exhausted jungle boy shouted out, “MORE!”

And when it seemed like the jungle boy was able to catch his breath, the whip struck his ass again.  And so it went for most of the next hour.  And thru it all, the jungle boy remained hard and steadfast, asking for more with each lash of the electrically charged whip and twist of the probe.