Jamie came to on the cold dungeon floor retching and coughing, his mind

paralyzed by a mixture of pleasure and panic. He had loved the orgasm he

had just experienced. His experience with breathplay was less than half

a day old and already he knew that he loved it almost as much as finally

submitting. Hence the panic. Loving something that would almost

certainly end up killing him was wrong and twisted, yet all Jamie could

think of as he slowly opened his eyes was that he wanted to try it

again. The man had him now. Jamie would not escape this and he suddenly

saw his own end clearly. With perfect clarity Jamie saw that he would

die at the hands of this man if he wasn't able escape soon.



Master was the first thing he saw as he opened his eyes. He face was

very close to Jamie's and an involuntary whimper, followed by a new

spate of coughing, escaped him as he saw him. "Dirty, little slut," the

man said in a low, menacing tone, "I knew you were a filthy pervert, a

disgusting little pig the moment I laid eyes on you. Maybe I should just

off you right now?" Before Jamie could answer him, beg him to live, the

man's hands closed around his throat and Jamie began struggling as the

man showed no signs of letting go. As he looked into Master's calm and

cruel eyes he felt himself grow weaker as his erection again grew

harder. Still the man kept on squeezing his throat and as Jamie's

struggling once again became erratic he exploded in yet another orgasm,

this time without even being touched.



Once again he came to in a haze of pleasure and panic, sobbing with the

realization of how lost he was. The man was going to kill him no matter

what; it was only a matter of time and the worst part of it was that he

was going to love it.



Presently the man stood up and kicked Jamie in the stomach - hard. Then

he kicked Jamie around until his head was where his ass had been minutes

ago. A pile of feces lay in a puddle of urine and with an enormous

feeling of hopelessness and disgust he realized that it was his own

waste, expelled as his bowels had given up. Now a command came from

Master, his voice booming down from above: "Clean up your disgusting

mess, you revolting little slave shit." Seeing no other options he heard

himself croak: "Master, yes Master. Master, at once Master." Then he

began eating his own waste. It was every bit as disgusting as he had

imagined, but he knew he had to do it. And not only because Master would

probably kill him if he didn't, but also because he felt that he in a

strange way had to prove his worth to the man.



When he had finally licked the floor clean of his own waste, Jamie lay

on the floor fighting to keep his disgusting meal down. Without a sound

Master's hand grabbed him by the hair and dragged Jamie, now completely

limp with emotional exhaustion and submission, to the corner of the

dungeon where there was a large washbasin made of stainless steel. Still

not speaking and clearly expecting nothing but docile obedience from

Jamie, Master washed his mouth with industrial strength soap. The taste

was truly horrible and burned his mouth, but Jamie was grateful for it.

Anything to rid him of the taste of shit.



When he had finished washing Jamie's disgusting mouth, Master led Jamie

to the opposite corner of the dungeon, to an arrangement of posts

embedded in the floor. "Since you are my property," Master began, "I

know that you love being tortured by me, that you love everything I do

to you, no matter how painful or degrading." The tone of Master's voice

alerted Jamie, already beginning to be in tune with his owner's demands,

and he knew what was expected of him: "Master, yes Master," he whispered

in terror, keeping his eyes down for fear of looking Master in the eye.

This was clearly not good enough for Master. He grabbed Jamie's chin

forcefully, brought his face close to Jamie's and shouted: "Useless

shit! Since you love everything I do to you, you will reply with

enthusiasm!" After first whimpering with fear Jamie managed to repeat

his reply, but this time with a greater degree of enthusiasm. Master

looked with disgust at his new slave boy and grunted: "Slightly better,

but you'll still be punished for your insolence." Then he unlocked

Jamie's handcuffs only to tie his elbows together, making them meet

painfully on Jamie's back. Pushing on Jamie's chest he then backed him

up against one of the posts, a sturdy wooden thing rising seven feet out

of the floor. Right in front of it stood a smaller post, about two and a

half feet high. At the end of it was a huge steel dildo and Jamie had no

illusions as to where it would go. On either side of it at a distance of

about two feet, even smaller posts rose out of the floor. These were

very solid looking and had shackles attached to their sides.



Master now lubed up the dildo and then pushed Jamie down until the dildo

pressed against his asshole. A warning look from the man told him to

relax his sphincter and with a gasp of pain and surprise at the size of

the thing, he slid down on it, feeling it filling him up in a way that

was both pleasant and most humiliating. Embarrassingly his cock was

again hard and needy and the intense humiliation of being exposed as the

slave boy he was did nothing to diminish his arousal. To make sure that

Jamie remained in place, Master secured his ankles in the shackles

attached to the two small poles. The effect was to spread Jamie's legs

as wide as they would go to either side and since he had to keep the

dildo inside his ass, he had to squat too. This was not a position Jamie

would be able to hold for long as his legs began to hurt from the

strained position (not to speak of his feet, trapped in small, sexy

stilettos bearing all of his weight). Soon he would have to stand up to

relieve the burden, but of course this was not part of Master's plan. To

insure that Jamie remained squatting, his legs spread wide, Master tied

a steel wire around Jamie's scrotum. The other end of this wire was then

secured to a ring embedded in the cement floor directly under his

crotch. Naturally Master made sure that the wire was taut and that any

attempts from Jamie's side at getting up would result in an unbearable

strain on his scrotum, if not in an outright castration.



When Jamie realized his predicament and his legs began to tire, he felt

a wave of desperation flowing over him. He was helpless, trapped in a

painful and humiliating situation. A small part of him liked the

submission, but a larger, more sensible part knew that this might very

well be the beginning of the end for him. The man who now owned him,

Master, would most probably torture him horribly and in time end up

killing him. But the prospect of dangling at the end of Master's rope,

his feet twitching as he came one last time not only scared him worse

than anything had ever done before. It made him hopelessly horny. The

realization was intensely humiliating and terrifying.



For now, however, he had to find a way of relieving the strain on his

thighs. Since standing up was not an option, Jamie had to squat further

down. This meant that the dildo would be pushed dangerously far up his

insides, but Jamie was perfectly willing to take the risk, especially

since it actually felt good being filled up, something that made him

whimper with humiliation.



Master, however, had already seen this coming and would have none of it.

Working quickly, he looped a noose of thin leather around Jamie's neck

and tied it off to a peg on the other side of the post. If Jamie

squatted further down he would now slowly strangle himself. He was

trapped. He knew he couldn't hold his current position, it was simply

too strenuous, but if he tried to rise he risked castrating himself and

if he slid down the pole (something that felt entirely too good) he

would be strangled. The fact that the situation had resulted in a

throbbing erection on his part did not improve matters.



Jamie's position was already very painful, but of course Master did not

consider it nearly painful enough. First he strapped Jamie upper body

very tightly to the post, securing him to it, while making sure that he

still had to work at maintaining his strenuous squat. This trapped his

already bound elbows behind him so that they pressed into his back most

uncomfortably. This also meant that his arms and hands were pointing

aimlessly out to the sides. Master fixed this by connecting them with a

steel rod with shackles at each end. This in turn meant that Jamie now

held his hands a foot apart in front of his chest. Then Master tied a

string around each of Jamie's fingers at the first joint from the tip.

Then he pulled all the strings as far back as they could go without

actually breaking Jamie's fingers, tying then together behind the post

and thereby putting a terrible and permanent strain on them. To make

sure that Jamie couldn't just move his hands up or down to relieve the

strain, Master secured the rod connecting his hands to both the floor

and to Jamie's collar, so that Jamie had to hold his hands in the same

place in front of his body.



Master had one more thing to do to Jamie. He applied oversized alligator

clamps to Jamie's balls, cock and nipples, reducing the already

suffering slave boy to gurgling screams of desperation. The pressure on

his balls especially was horrendous and Jamie was afraid that he would

pass out from the pain. Master then applied the final touch as he

connected the alligator clamps to an electric generator, which in turn

applied electric pulses to Jamie's balls, cock and nipples at completely

random intervals. Displaying terrifying attention to detail Master

rigged a wire to the steel dildo in Jamie's ass. The electric shocks

sent Jamie into a state of panic as his whole being was being engulfed

by the terrible pain in his genitals, ass and nipples. He couldn't even

scream properly as his throat was continually being constricted by the

awful noose around it. He was completely trapped in the most

uncomfortable and painful position he had ever experienced.



As he squatted there, trying to scream, keep from tearing his balls off

and prevent strangulation Master pushed two rubber wedges in between his

teeth, preventing him from closing his mouth. Then he took out his cock

and began fucking Jamie's face. Jamie tried to use his tongue to try and

please Master so that he might be let off the hook, but the continuous

electric shocks made even his tongue spasm and all that happened was

that Master's cock pumped in and out of his face without any coordinated

licking on his part. After a good long fuck he shot his load, filling up

his slave's face with jism, but Jamie had to work long and hard to

swallow as it was nearly impossible to swallow constricted as his throat

was.



While Jamie sat there trying to swallow Master left the room. Now in

addition to the pain and the humiliation Jamie had to contend with the

fact that there was now no one to rescue him if he lost consciousness.

If he did he would surely be strangled and thus Jamie's entire energy

was redirected to maintaining his painful squat. He even forgot to

swallow (not that he was really able to get the cum past the noose) and

he now sat gurgling and twitching with jism running down his chin.



Master was perfectly aware that there was a good chance that Jamie would

not survive for any length of time in his current position. After all

Master had lost a fair number of potential slaves in similar positions

over the years. Nonetheless he thought the test was a good one, since

there was no fun in having a slave that gave up too quickly. Master's

slaves had to have a measure of stamina so that he could torture them

for considerable lengths of time. If Jamie could survive five hours in

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

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

chagrin of his owner who had to pay up. As the slaves were taken down,

the winner thanking his owner profusely, Jamie had no doubt that the

looser would pay a heavy price for his disobedience.



Now the crowd lacked entertainment and so Master stepped onto center

stage, immediately grabbing everyone's attention: "Gentlemen," he

started, "I must ask you all a favor." This got the attention of the

crowd who knew Robert van der Graf as the most brutal of masters. "I

have just today acquired this useless, little slave shit and as such he

is in dire need of training, specifically sex training. I would be most

grateful I you could teach him a trick or two, the more brutal, the

better." Then he turned to Jamie with a sneer and whispered to him:

"Obey every command instantly and gratefully. Disappoint me and I'll

have your useless balls before the night is out."



With that he left Jamie standing very, very humiliated in the center of

the room with a crowd of brutal perverts descending on him. Had it not

been for an unspoken agreement not to damage the property of other

masters, Jamie would probably have been fucked to death that night. For

most of it he tended to at least two cocks at a time, one in each end.

But while two cocks seemed to be the standard, he also handled four at a

time on several occasions; one in his mouth, one in his ass and one in

each hand. After an hour Jamie's body was sticky with cum and after four

hours of exhausting, humiliating, painful, and degrading gang-banging

Jamie's face had received so much cum that his eyelids had been glued

together, the drying cum acting as glue. His hair had stiffened into

spiky formations held up with dried jism and the masters had a hard time

gripping his hips as the cum continuously deposited there made Jamie

slippery.



Jamie's belly felt distended and overly full from all the semen he had

swallowed and a stream of it ran down the inside of his thighs. In

addition to the fucking and sucking and the instructions as to how best

to perform them, most of the masters started and ended their turn with

Jamie by punishing him in some way. Jamie's otherwise amazingly

persistent erection had literally been beaten down by the many brutal

blows to his balls, now at least three times their normal size. His skin

was covered with welts and Jamie was afraid that he would never be able

to walk normally again because of the strain on his knees during the

fuckings and the fact that all those cocks seemed to have widened him to

a point where closing his legs normally again seemed impossible.



Finally, as Thursday night gave way to Friday morning the masters had

had their fill and let Jamie drop to the floor. Exhausted, degraded and

now irrevocably enslaved, Jamie was still unable to open his eyes and he

could feel how the cum on his skin was drying, leaving a disgusting

crust.



Of course Master could hardly take such a filthy shit home with him and

since he planned to continue Jamie's training at the very same club

anyway, he simply tied up Jamie and left him there to "rest" a few

hours. He filled Jamie's mouth with a huge penis gag, securing it with a

sturdy strap behind his head. Then he used plastic straps to bring

Jamie's elbows and wrists together behind his back. To make sure that

Jamie didn't get comfortable on the cold dungeon floor, Master tied

Jamie's knees together, then brought Jamie's knees as close to his neck

as possible before securing his knees to his collar. Finally he secured

Jamie's collar to a ring in the floor, thus insuring that Jamie would

"rest" gagged, bound and folded up on the cold dungeon floor,

effectively blindfolded by a mass of dried jism.



Chapter 3

Monday morning Jamie went to work as he always did, but he was

no longer the same independent young man he had been only four days ago.

He was dressed the same way and he walked, talked and smiled the same

way (or nearly the same way), but underneath he was a subjugated and

chastised little slave boy. He led a new life now. Friday and Saturday

had been filled with harsh training, brutal punishments and merciless

fuckings, but Sunday Master had taken Jamie back to Jamie's own

apartment to let him rest and to inform him of how he would live from

now on. Inside the apartment Jamie, still dressed only in stilettos and

a collar and with his hands cuffed behind his back, had knelt beside

Master, speechless with shock. His apartment, once filled with

comfortable furniture and all the nice things given to him by his rich

lovers, was now almost completely empty. In fact only three things were

in it. The clothes in his wardrobe, his bed and a large, flat wicker

basket on the floor beside the bed, the kind that dogs sleep in. As he

knelt there Master told him that the bed would be occupied by his

handler, a person assigned to train Jamie and to make sure that all he

did was as per Master's orders. The basket on the floor was for Jamie.



Jamie's handler fed Jamie in the morning (a bowl of dog food), drove him

to work and picked him up again. Then he drove him where Master wanted

him to be; whether that was in his apartment, practicing high-heeled

walking or providing oral service - to the handler of course. Jamie

would never again be allowed to handle cash or credit card outside the

store. He walked around with completely empty pockets, no money, no ID,

no keys. All was taken care of and Jamie was left helpless and trapped -

just as Master wanted it.



Under his stylish suit he wore rubber shorts, concealing a very

well-packed ass and a cock imprisoned in a steel chastity tube, locked

in place with a steel wire around Jamie's scrotum, with three steel

wires crossing the head of his cock, preventing it from even expanding

in that direction. It had been the last two and most unpleasant

surprises of the long, long weekend. Jamie had been allowed to cum

during his training and punishment and Master's touch actually drove him

wild in spite of the fact that Jamie knew that those hands would

probably hurt him very badly eventually, but Sunday night as he locked

him up Master told Jamie that orgasms from now on would be very rare

occasions for him, if indeed he was ever allowed to cum again. Weeping

with loss and frustration Jamie kissed Master's shoes and thanked him as

enthusiastically as he could manage. His weeping seemed to please Master

who promptly pulled his property into his crotch and made him perform

oral service. The chastity device had been unpleasant surprise number

one. Unpleasant surprise number two had been his butt plug. Jamie had

watched and listened in horror as Master explained its function. The

plug not only had a GPS-transmitter so that Master could follow his

every move. The device was also equipped with a temperature sensor, a

special and very uncomfortable expanding head and an alarm. If the

device was removed an alarm would be triggered and his handler, never

far away, would come for him. This prevented Jamie from escaping the

constant surveillance. It could only be removed by his handler who

possessed the special codes needed and it would only be removed when

Jamie was being fucked or for his visits to the toilet, something he was

allowed once a day.



His handler was a huge man named Frank. Frank was stylishly dressed,

well groomed and spoke softly and in civilized tones, but Jamie had been

exposed to him during his stay at the club and there was only one man in

the whole world he was more afraid of and that was Master. Frank was

employed by the club and hired by masters for jobs just like Jamie.

Jamie had a horrifyingly vivid memory of Frank fucking his ass while

squeezing his balls and choking him with a piece of rope. He had come

closer that anyone but Master to killing him and Jamie was absolutely

terrified of him. He just knew that all attempts at escape would be

utterly futile.



And Jamie couldn't call for help either. In his suit Frank had installed

not one, but two cameras and two microphones so that he could follow

Jamie's every move. Jamie couldn't even write a note to the other clerks

or a customer without Frank knowing. Because both Master and Frank had

been quite clear about this point: they would not only take Jamie with

them if he tried to communicate his fate to others; they would also take

everyone who stood around him.



Jamie was desperate. He knew he had to escape or he would soon be

enslaved for the rest of his life, something that promised to be both

painful and short. Jamie had no illusions of Master's mercy or

compassion - he had none. He would fuck, beat, torture and even kill

Jamie just for sport and if Jamie didn't find a way to escape soon, this

was the fate that would befall him.



Not only was Jamie desperate to escape, but also terribly conflicted. He

did not enjoy slavery. Sure, he had enjoyed mild control games with some

of his lovers and there was no doubt that he had a submissive streak,

but what Master wanted to do was something else entirely, something from

which there was no return. And yet Jamie could not deny definite arousal

at some of the things



How being strangled could be so arousing was beyond his ability to

comprehend and the fact that Jamie had loved most of the gang-banging.

Not the beatings, but being taken by so many men at the same time had

been wonderful, if very humiliating. It was very confusing, especially

the fact that his trapped member tried to get hard every time he

remembered Master cutting off his air.



In short, Jamie was trapped. He wanted desperately to escape, but had no

idea how. At the same time he hated everything that had been done to

him, but got horribly aroused at the very idea of some of those very

same things. He told himself that for now he had to play along.



So when he left work, he walked straight to the car where Frank was

waiting. He got into the car and managed to avoid hesitating when Frank

pulled out his cock and drew Jamie's head down for service. When Jamie

had swallowed Frank's cum, he dutifully licked his member clean and put

it back into his pants as Frank drove off. This time their destination

was not Jamie's apartment, but a large and very expensive hotel

downtown. Jamie had no idea what was going to happen as Frank led him

through the very expensive looking lobby and into an elevator. On the

way Frank had exchanged greetings with the staff and from the way they

regarded him, Jamie had an idea that they knew what was going on. They

rode a glass elevator up and exited on the top floor, where Frank

knocked on the door of one of two penthouse suites in the hotel. Almost

instantly the door was opened by an impeccably dressed young, who looked

a lot like a Chinese edition of Jamie, except for the fact that this

young man exuded confidence. He invited Frank inside and Jamie followed

dutifully. They stood in a sort of hallway and without even looking at

Jamie the man said that "the slave needs to be naked and accessible".

Already terrified of Frank and of Master's retribution should he fail to

please, Jamie took his cue and quickly undressed, until the only things

he wore were his chastity device and his butt plug. Frank removed this

by first sending the proper codes to it, so that the head of it once

again became small enough for it to be removed. A sigh of relief

involuntarily escaped Jamie as the monster was retracted.



The young man let Frank out, agreeing on a pickup time for Jamie and the

turned to the naked slave in the hallway. Jamie waited docilely for the

young man to escort him and secretly marveled at the fact that his ass

now felt somehow empty and that this felt wrong. He couldn't already be

becoming addicted to being filled up to the max, now could he?



Jamie didn't have time to ponder this as the young man without any

warning grabbed him by the balls and used them as a leash and led him

into the main room of the penthouse. Inside on a large leather couch two

men sat in conversation. One was a middle-aged Chinese gentleman, very

well groomed and in an obviously expensive suit. The other man was also

middle-aged, an equally well groomed black gentleman, clearly the

manager of the hotel. At the feet of the Chinese gentleman sat the

object of their discussion. Or rather, he knelt. It was a dark-haired

young man of perhaps twenty-three, with perfect white skin now covered

in red welts. His hands were tied behind his back and his calves had

been almost fused with his thighs with very tightly tied leather straps.

In the corner of the room lay what looked like the remains of a hotel

uniform. He looked desperately at the hotel manager and clearly wanted

to speak, but despite being ungagged he was unable to, as the Chinese

gentleman had tied a leather strap very tightly around his neck. The

young man's face was almost purple and his tongue, which stuck out, had

an unhealthy dark blue color, his mouth working futilely to form words.

Every now and then the Chinese gentleman would pull on the strap and the

slave boy would twitch a little before the effort became too much and

was reduced to wordless lip movements.



The Chinese gentleman and the hotel manger were discussing the price of

the slave boy at their feet. The hotel manager argued that he had to

replace the young man, something which took time and effort and that he

had to receive extra compensation to buy calm among the other employees.

After all it could hardly be sad to be a safe work environment when the

customers could simply do with the employees as they saw fit. The

Chinese gentleman on the other hand argued that he price of such a

worthless specimen could impossibly be what the manager asked. Useless

scum like him were practically storming the doors of establishments such

as this to get a job and finding a replacement should hardly pose a

problem. As for the other employees, they could be kept in the dark and

for those who did find out what had happened to this boy, well they

could be sold off too, thereby increasing the hotel's revenues.



Jamie stood and watched in horrified wonder as the two men haggled over

the price of the young man on the floor, whose struggles became ever

more desperate as he realized that the manager was not playing some game

to get him off the hook, but actually selling him. When they finally

agreed on a price and the Chinese wrote a check, his struggles reached a

peak as he actually managed to produce a few half-strangled phrases

before his new owner tightened the strap and he fell unconscious to the

floor, twitching and letting his bladder go before the Chinese gentleman

loosened the strap sufficiently for him to breathe again. By the time he

came to again, the manager had thanked the Chinese and left and walked

past Jamie and his temporary handler without even a glance in their

direction.



As the new slave boy on the floor regained consciousness on the floor,

the Chinese gentleman finally turned his attention to Jamie. The young

man holding Jamie's balls, making Jamie painfully embarrassed as his

cock strained against its cage, stepped back and let the other take

over.



He let his eyes take in the now enslaved Jamie and his gaze was such

that Jamie had to look down in mere seconds. He was a man of obvious

power and influence as well as impeccable taste. Jamie saw that his suit

was probably from one of the most exclusive tailors in London and his

shoes from and Italian maker so exclusive that few outside the super

wealthy elite had ever heard of him. His shirt looked equally expensive

and the man's tie could be used as down payment on any apartment in

town. His watch also spelled extreme, yet discrete wealth. Like Master

the man exuded power and when his hand touched Jamie's thigh ever so

lightly, Jamie could not help but whimper. He was trapped, lost and

enslaved and even if he had been free to make a run for it, which he

definitely wasn't, the man's presence paralyzed him. Humiliating him

even further was the fact the raw undiluted power made Jamie hard, or at

least try to get hard, all over again, something the man did not miss

even if he said nothing.



He pointed to a door at the far end of the room and said: "Kneel by the

bed, facing away from it. Hands behind your head." Unable to offer even

the slightest resistance Jamie quickly jogged into the bedroom.

Meanwhile the man had once again grabbed hold of his new slave's

choke-leash and he now dragged the poor boy into the bedroom, the slave

emitting gurgling sounds before they were cut off and he was once again

reduced to airless spasms. In the bedroom Jamie knelt as ordered, hands

behind his head. His crotch was clearly exposed and easily accessible

and when the man had deposited his new slave, making sure that the boy

could breathe again, he walked up to Jamie and kicked him hard in the

groin without any warning at all. Jamie's world once again exploded with

pain so bad he didn't even think to bring his hands down to his crotch.

Instead he collapsed with a high-pitched whine, curling up into a ball.

He felt sick but stopped the bile he felt rising in his throat, as he

felt convinced that this would get him into even more trouble.



Before Jamie could pull himself together the Chinese began tying him up.

He folded Jamie's arms up and tied his forearms to his upper arms and he

then proceeded to tie Jamie's legs in a similar manner. Soon Jamie lay

on the floor, helpless and docilely awaiting the Chinese's next move.

The man's move came as a surprise to Jamie, who had been expecting

something like a fucking or a flogging. But the Chinese gentleman

instead scooped Jamie up off the floor and deposited him on a table,

commanding him to stand on all fours, completely still. Jamie of course

obeyed and so he stood still on top of the table, on knees and elbows as

the Chinese proceeded to secure him to the table. Before folding Jamie's

legs and arms up, the man had placed thin ropes in the crooks of Jamie's

elbows and knees, so that these now could be used to secure Jamie to the

legs of the table. He also tied a web connecting Jamie's legs and elbows

so that he was unable to move his limbs at all; he could only stand on

all fours on the table.