“How do you feel, slave?” asked Stine lighting a candle.

“I feel like I'm full, sir.”

Hot wax began to burn the sphincter.

“Good,” said Stine.

The breath of Alon increased. The pain grew.

“Master, it's hurting me.”

“So, slave?” Stine smiled, continuing to bury the sphincter of Alon with wax.

“Please, sir, let me empty my bowels.”

“No. I came up with. In the morning.”

“But I can’t endure until morning, sir.”

“If you can break the wax seal, you may not endure,” said Stine philosophically. “But I don't think you can. Unless you rip the skin off your ass.”

“Please, sir, don't,” Alon cried.

“I see no reason not to,” Stine snorted.

“I'll be in pain all night, sir.”

“You think I should care?”

“I'll get the bed dirty, sir.”

“If you get dirty it, you will have to eat all of this, dog,” evilly said Stine. Got out of the locker a small dildo stitched to the leather, put it in Alon, pushing the warm wax inside. Tied special leather ties for the balls of the beast. Tried to pull the dildo back. Alon cried out. Skin crashed into the scrotum painfully, acutely, it seemed to cut through the flesh.

“Well, now, I think your bed will remain clean,” Stine grinned. He untied Alon and patted his stomach. “Come on, I want to watch you fuck your slave in your condition. You're a special slave, aren't you? Can you do it yourself or do you need a ring?”

“Don't need a ring, master.”

Stine brought Alon to the playroom, Ad jumped off the chair in which he wasn't allowed to sit, ran to Alon. The man hassled ran a hand over his face, hugging Ad with the second hand.

“Who let you sit in the chair, bitch?”

“I'm not forbidden by anyone.” Ad got surprised.

“You can't do anything without permission. Lie down and spread your legs.”

Ad shook his head. Stine by the hair threw the boy on the floor, put his foot on the face of Ad.

“I'll smash your face in pieces if you wouldn’t obey. Spread your legs,” Stine ordered.

Alon fell to thinking, whether it was right to refuse the offer of Paris, even if he was killed, Ad would be... what Ad would be, he didn't know. Paris had said he had no idea how slaves were treated. Paris wasn’t saying threatening, but for Alon the unknown always brought troubles.

Ad spread his legs. Stine crushed the boy's genitals. Ad boringly got quiet.

“Come on, we're all friends here,” hissed Stine to Alon. “Tear his ass.”

The man detached, easily kicking Ad in the side. Alon gently fell, took possession of the boy. Ad sweetly screamed with pleasure and began to move towards the man. Alon was drenched in sweat, the contents of the bowels caused pain, he tried to distract, couldn't cum, the act was getting more prolonged.

“I said tear his asshole,” Stine evilly threw.

Alon began to move sharply; the boy gasped from the sensations, began looking for a less painful position. 

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