“So, little man,” he asked toying with me. “Do you remember what I said that I liked to do to my slaves?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Well, tell me, slave. What did I tell you?”
“You said you liked to hang weights on their balls and then whip them.”
“That’s just the beginning. I said I’d start with hanging five pounds of weight on your worthless little nuts and make you beg for more and more until I felt it was enough. And five pounds is far from sufficient. So do you want another five pounds?”
“No, please, Master. My balls already hurt.”
“Are they in absolute agony?”
“No, Master.”
“Then obviously you need more weight. I’ll be back in a while to see if you’ve changed your mind. Then you can ask me to add a bit more.”
So he left, closing the door and turning out the lights. Time passes slowly
