Often Jamie would be filled up with water, his ass plugged so that he
couldn't expel the liquid, while he was forced to blow Master or several
of his men. This was extremely unpleasant, making Jamie sweat and moan
with exertion, something which of course only enhanced Master's
enjoyment of the scene.
At night the slave slept standing up so as to conserve space that could
be used for other and more worthy purposes, wider hallways for instance.
The slaves were led into a tiny room where a large number of dildos on
telescopic poles rose out of the floor. Jamie would be positioned over
one such dildo and the pole would rise until Jamie was properly impaled.
When the dildo was all the way in there was no way that Jamie could lift
himself off it. A chain hanging down from the ceiling would then be
secured to the back of his collar and he would be blindfolded and left
for the night. Jamie had no chance to talk to any of the other slave
boys at any time and he never knew any of their names, since they were
all just called dirty names by Master and everyone else. As he fell
asleep after yet another exhausting day of abuse and humiliation he
could heard the soft whimpers of his fellow slaves as they too drifted
off into their respective nightmares. Jamie's own nightmares, which were
probably about the same things as all the other slave's, were roughly
about two things: inadequacy and frustration. He dreamt about trying
desperately and failing to please Master, a type of dream which made him
deeply unhappy and which ha endless variations: failing to swallow all
of Master's load, not being a good enough shit-eater and so on. His
other main dream was always the same: Jamie, wearing only a pair of
stilettos and completely unrestrained, was standing on all fours as
Master took him from behind. Master's strokes were deep and hard and his
expert hands were stroking Jamie's rock-hard cock. In the dream Jamie
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