Slave market: (6) The fulfillment of the contract.

I woke up again, this time through a strong slap, by a pair of Demons who led me to the hygiene area. I hadn't received food the day before, except for the milk that my Master had given me, but I still had to go through the hygiene process: this time it only took three rounds before I was taken to the dining room wall. This time I was on the opposite wall, and again I spent a few hours looking at the floor and the slaves, Masters and Demons passing by, while I had to balance the weight hanging from my testicles. It was a different suffering from that of the nipples; but just as intense, and seeing how my balls swelled and took on a purplish color, I thought that maybe they would have to cut them off, since surely there was no circulation; although there was pain; and a lot.

This time I did recognize my Master Tatko. He was wearing the metal goatee again and had breakfast twice. This time he changed the suspenders for a crossed harness, made of black leather on this occasion. I confirmed, by the firmness of his chest during breakfast, that he must have trained; since his chest and arms looked more defined. Damn; this man could be as cruel as the king of hell himself; but for some reason, he made me feel a mix of attraction, excitement, and need to belong to him. I was surprised that my cock reacted just by having him near. He devoured a piece of meat and vegetables before leaving again. When I was released from the wall, I understood that he decided when I should stop being part of the decoration; which meant that maybe I was there by his decision. Due to the difficulty of the formation, another slave had to be placed in my spot; and as I walked on all fours with my knees unbandaged this time, I couldn't help but tremble at the sight of that spot. One thing was being used and tortured by my Master, but something very different was being just a suffering object exposed for a community of sadists to have something fun to look at during their breakfast.

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My Master, seated on his sofa, was enjoying a glass of sparkling wine that he placed on a metal tray where the bottle was also located. When he put it down, I could feel the breeze from the bubbles and the smell of fruits and wood hitting my nose. When I arrived at the general room, I hadn't found my Master waiting for me: I was just taken near one of the grills and understood that this time I would be roasted without being able to do anything about it. I also knew I had no chance of escaping.

I must recognize the diabolical ingenuity of these people. There were two rods that divided and curved in the center to form the halves of a cage, with some additional curves. I was laid on one and my ankles were arranged before closing with the other behind me, lifting it, and placing it on the support that would take me over the fire. Depending on the position, the weight of the body was supported on a pair of bars that crossed the chest, or by an arch that supported the...