that he found the torture strangely arousing. He still felt the need to
escape, but was confused as to why he found his position so arousing.
As Jamie thought this, Master came back into the room with a wicked
smile on his face. Had Jamie known that Master had just removed hole
#83's balls to the jubilation of the crowd in the main room of the club,
he might have been less pleased to see him, but probably not. His legs
were almost ready to give in and he felt that he was minutes away from
death by strangulation as his legs were probably too tired for him to
stand up and thereby escape, albeit without his balls.
As it was the pathetic slave boy gurgled with delight at seeing his
cruel Master. Master, however, did not set him free at once, but
proceeded to fuck his face. When this was done he released Jamie from
his bindings. After screaming with pain as blood returned to the parts
of his anatomy which had been cut off, Jamie collapsed on the floor.
But rest was not what Master had in mind. The night's sport was just
getting started at the club and Master thought that Jamie was in a
perfect position to learn a few things. Leaving Jamie unbound except for
his leash, he dragged his slave boy from the dungeon room and into the
main exhibition room/sport room. A large crowd was watching a whipping
contest between two masters. A bet was on as to which of their
respective slaves could take the most brutal beating. The slaves were
two boys in their mid-twenties and both hung down from the ceiling by
their wrists and both had had their legs tied wide to rings in the floor
so they could not spin away from the whips. The masters used bullwhips
and their strokes were synchronized so that each slave received the same
amount of strokes at the same time. The slaves were well past screaming
and their bodies were completely covered with angry red welts. As Jamie
watched in horror one of them finally lost consciousness, much to the
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