Jamie came to on the cold dungeon floor retching and coughing, his mind
paralyzed by a mixture of pleasure and panic. He had loved the orgasm he
had just experienced. His experience with breathplay was less than half
a day old and already he knew that he loved it almost as much as finally
submitting. Hence the panic. Loving something that would almost
certainly end up killing him was wrong and twisted, yet all Jamie could
think of as he slowly opened his eyes was that he wanted to try it
again. The man had him now. Jamie would not escape this and he suddenly
saw his own end clearly. With perfect clarity Jamie saw that he would
die at the hands of this man if he wasn't able escape soon.
Master was the first thing he saw as he opened his eyes. He face was
very close to Jamie's and an involuntary whimper, followed by a new
spate of coughing, escaped him as he saw him. "Dirty, little slut," the
man said in a low, menacing tone, "I knew you were a filthy pervert, a
disgusting little pig the moment I laid eyes on you. Maybe I should just
off you right now?" Before Jamie could answer him, beg him to live, the
man's hands closed around his throat and Jamie began struggling as the
man showed no signs of letting go. As he looked into Master's calm and
cruel eyes he felt himself grow weaker as his erection again grew
harder. Still the man kept on squeezing his throat and as Jamie's
struggling once again became erratic he exploded in yet another orgasm,
this time without even being touched.
Once again he came to in a haze of pleasure and panic, sobbing with the
realization of how lost he was. The man was going to kill him no matter
what; it was only a matter of time and the worst part of it was that he
was going to love it.
Presently the man stood up and kicked Jamie in the stomach - hard. Then
he kicked Jamie around until his head was where his ass had been minutes
ago. A pile of feces lay in a puddle of urine and with an enormous
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