Jamie is taken Part 4

was moaning with pleasure, screaming out his love for the evil man who

was fucking him. A deep sense of well being flowed through Jamie as his

orgasm approached. Only he couldn't cum. No matter how hard he tried, no

matter how hard Master tried, Jamie could never cum in his dream and he

always woke up crying with frustration, futile and useless pre-cum

dripping from the cruel cage holding his cock.

Soon the twelve new slave boys were reduced in number. The first to go

was a slave who drowned in urine while serving his duty as a toilet and

only two weeks later another one drowned in the toilet, this time in

shit. Jamie saw this slave, shit standing several inches high in the

transparent funnel, the slave's lifeless eyes looking up through the

glass.

Two more were quickly eliminated from the race to become Master's new

favorite. These two were not deemed unworthy or disobedient. They were

good slaves, but obviously lacked that extra something required of

Master's favorite, so they were turned into house slaves. One day they

were taken away only to return a few weeks later as faceless, voiceless

rubber dolls, number 63 and 64.

This meant that they were down to eight slaves in the race, a number

that was soon reduced further.

Testing the slaves' stamina was a continuous process and one event

designed to test the slave boys was a gangbanging at Master's club.

Jamie was taken there along with another slave and strapped to a wooden

horse in the central punishment area. He lay across the length of the

horse, his hands and feet tied to the horse leaving free access to both

his ass and his mouth. A whip was placed on his back so that unhappy

"clients" could vent their anger immediately. Then the fucking began.

Jamie lost count after sixty blowjobs and since there were no windows

and no clocks in the dungeon, Jamie had no way of knowing for how long

he was fucked in both holes, but it felt like days. It felt like his ass