Slave market: (5) The mark of the snake.

The snake and I will free you right now. The barber's strap that you already know and endure another half hour of rack. What do you decide?

I don't think I was even fully conscious at that moment. My eyes looked at one and the other, but I ended up fixing my attention on the thick whip that waved in his left hand. The strap disappeared, and he stroked my head. "Good boy," he said, and I began to feel like the tension was starting to decrease, which caused me another type of suffering as I felt my bones creaking, my tendons cramping, and my muscles "falling asleep," making every movement desperately ticklish. When my limbs were freed, I couldn't move, and I was surprised to feel the Master carrying me and taking my body to a chair where he sat down. "Hey, rack 3 is free," he shouted, and a Demon arrived soon after with another slave who, like me, tried to run when he saw the device and was knocked down.

My Master hugged me and stroked my chest and nipples. "You have a pleasant body, slave. I wish you were mine forever. Maybe I can arrange something for that to be the case. Would you like that, animal? To get out of here in a cage and go straight to my basement?"

I didn't know what to answer to that. Suddenly, the closeness of my Master had an unexpected effect on me. I closed my eyes and tried to bring my lips closer to his. He pushed me, and I fell to the ground, but he held me by the arm, preventing me from falling completely. He put me on my knees in front of him and gave me two strong slaps: again, he held me so I wouldn't fall.

"Don't get it wrong, animal. I'm not going to kiss a slave, but if you have such a desire to use your snout..." he said, taking off the shell of his suspender. "Give pleasure to your Master, spawn, because seeing you scream and shout like a condemned man has my blood pumping. But first..." The Master leaned down and took out a small bottle, which he uncorked. He brought it to his mouth, and I think he realized how my gaze was following it. He smiled, lowered his arm, and placed the bottle in front of my mouth. "Go ahead, animal, you've earned it now."

It took me a while to react. I brought my mouth to the bottle, and it was the Master who tilted it so I could take a few sips. It was very small and emptied in a matter of seconds. "Thank you, Master," I said without thinking, and he stroked my head for a few minutes before pushing me and impaling me against his cock, which was at full mast.

"Very well. Enough nonsense, and give your Master a good blowjob, which he has also earned: don't you think?"

...

The Master's cum was white and abundant. I was still licking my lips as I advanced, pulled by the leash. We walked towards the lateral space, and the Master stopped in front of a wall with rings. He ordered me to stand against the wall and open my arms. He tied a rope to my right wrist and passed it through a high ring; he did the same with the other w...