Jamie is taken Part 2

his current position he was probably tough enough to provide the proper

amount of sport for his Master. If not - too bad. Jamie was after all

just property.

In the meantime Master thought he would go find hole #83. The little

black, rubber slave reminded him of his first real catch back in high

school. He still remembered the feeling of fucking the little bound

shit, of closing his hands around his neck and feeling his panicky

spasms as his life was squeezed out of along with his orgasm. He hadn't

actually killed the little shit, not then at least, but he had come

close several times during high school. The result had been that the

slave boy had been forced to drop out and become Master's fulltime

slave, completely cowed by Master. He hadn't really been a natural

submissive, but he had been beaten and tortured into the role as the

first of many. He had lasted until Master's fist month of college when

Master had pulled a plastic bag over his head and secured it at the neck

so that he could enjoy his struggles as he fucked him. Conditioned as he

was, the slave had shot his load just before his spasms stopped and his

facial expression behind the clear plastic bag, so much of it sucked so

far down his throat that it looked painted on, was a mixture of pleasure

and terror now frozen in place.

Master didn't have the same plans for hole #83, but he did think it

would be fun to beat his already damaged balls until a castration was

necessary. The manager of the club had mentioned something about a

request for a black sissy and hole #83 liberated of his balls could then

appropriately be equipped with a pair of massive tits and sold off. Fun

and profit at the same time.


After more than 5 hours in the extremely strenuous position, being

constantly subjected to electrical shocks, Jamie was almost ready to

give up. In spite of the shocks to his cock and balls his erection

refused to die down. He was as needy as ever, humiliated by the fact