Jamie is taken Part 2

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