Unable to focus on anything else but this combination of pleasure and
pain, Jamie's affection for his owner grew and he actually tried to keen
with delight as Master's load filled his mouth and throat, almost
drowning him. Jamie took great pride in the fact that he had managed to
swallow all of his owner's load, not spilling a single drop.
As Master withdrew it was to the sound of profuse thank-you's from his
slave boy. Gratitude, however, was secondary to Master whereas the
ability to take pain, while still screaming and squirming properly was
of much great priority. So while Jamie babbled his devotion out, Master
connected the alligator clamps on Jamie's balls to a generator and as he
turned on the power, sending current through Jamie's balls, Jamie's
babbling turned to desperate screaming and his squirming turned to
thrashing and jerking.
Then the current was cut off and Jamie's screams again turned to inane
babbling only to turn into screaming again as Master began whipping his
slave boy's front with a rawhide strap, systematically covering his
front with angry, red welts. After that he used electricity once again
before he finally stopped. There was, however, no relief for Jamie as
three of Master's men took over, switching between fucking his face and
punishing him. They kept this up for hours, until Jamie's voice broke
and he fainted.
There were endless punishments and equally endless and brutal fuckings,
all part of Master's testing and selection program. When Jamie and the
other weren't undergoing some particular test or punishment that had to
do with their selection, they functioned as house slaves and followed
the silent, faceless, sexless and rubberized slaves around, doing what
they did. Jamie never heard any of the house slave emit any other sound
than small, breathless moans and soon Jamie began to suspect, correctly,
that all of them had had their vocal cords removed. Jamie never saw any
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