Jamie is taken Part 4

Master's side. The armless favorite still followed master everywhere he

went, his head bowed in silent devotion, his mouth always ready and his

imprisoned cock constantly dripping frustrated pre-cum.

Jamie was there again as Master reduced the number of new slaves

further. Master was fucking a gorgeous black slave boy's head while

Jamie stood close by, holding Master's drink while he received the

blowjob. As he came he grabbed the slaves head tightly and showed his

cock as far down his throat as possible and held it there. At first the

slave didn't struggle, conditioned as he was to deepthroating people for

protracted periods of time, but soon he began to run out of air.

Involuntarily his limbs began to twitch and his eyes acquired a huge,

panicked look as he realized what was happening. Soon his struggles were

desperate, his eyes almost ready to pop out of his head and his face was

turning blue. As he lost bladder control and died, his feet drummed

unevenly against the floor and his bloodshot eyes stood out of a dark

blue face. Master spent a few minutes fucking the face of his dead slave

boy before shooting his load and dumping the useless and broken toy

unceremoniously on the floor. Then he looked towards Jamie, his eyes

more predatory than ever, sending a shiver of acute terror down Jamie's

spine. But Jamie was by now every bit as well-conditioned as he had

could be. As the other slave had died Jamie had remained stock still,

looking straight ahead making sure not spill any of Master's drink. As

Master now scrutinized him, looking for flaws in his conditioning, an

excuse to strangle Jamie too. Finding none, he instead grabbed his drink

and left the room, the ever devoted Manuel in tow. Jamie had narrowly

dodged the bullet. Master's bloodlust, however, had not been sated and a

couple of hours later Jamie saw Master's men remove the rubber-clad

corpse of number 65. It had been impaled, a huge steel rod forced into