“Use him however you want,” his owner said.
“Adam, bring me some more wine if you would please.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
I delivered the wine and watched other owners pick up various instruments that cause pain. He was whipped and tortured for nearly half an hour, but remained relatively quiet until someone put a small yellow object against his balls. He kicked, shook and screamed as the fiery blue arc of the small cattle prod burned into his nuts. Finally his time was over, and he was released.
A couple other slaves suffered similar fates before the party was over. I was glad that my Mistress didn’t offer me up for their pleasure. When everyone left and I had things cleaned and presentable, she took me to her bed once more. I think – oh there I go thinking again – but the events of the
