Chapter IX – Vince in the basement sodomizes Gustavo.

The next day the session continued, giving them almost no time to recover. Vince could barely walk straight; every step pulled a grimace from him that he tried to hide.

The marks from the night before had darkened, his buttocks and thighs were swollen and sensitive, and the way he moved betrayed deep exhaustion. Sánchez, however, gave him no real rest. As soon as they finished breakfast upstairs—the slaves ate on their knees and in silence—he ordered Vince to be taken back down to the basement.

This time they tied him in a more forced and exposed position: on his back on an inclined surface, legs spread, raised and fastened to rings in the ceiling, arms stretched out to the sides. He was left completely vulnerable, his body already trembling before anyone touched him.

The men resumed their use of him with more instruments. They placed clamps on his nipples and on his scrotum, tightening them until Vince clenched his teeth hard. They used a fine, precise whip that left burning lines without needing much force. Then they inserted a thicker plug with ridges, pushing it to the limit of what his body could accept in that state. Every time Vince let out a moan that was too loud, someone reminded him that he had to endure in silence or give thanks, as appropriate.

Gustavo remained on his knees nearby, to one side, under strict orders to watch everything. He had to count each blow out loud when ordered and stay hard without touching himself. The arousal was almost as humiliating as the act of watching itself. He saw how Vince twisted against the bonds, how he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming too loudly, how his body responded despite the extreme pain and the constant humiliation. Vince's chest rose and fell irregularly. Sweat shone on his forehead and torso.

At one point, one of the men approached Gustavo, grabbed his face hard, and forced him to look up.

"Would you like to be in his place right now, faggot?"

Gustavo swallowed. The answer came out automatically, the same one Sánchez had taught him to give without hesitation:

"Only if my master orders it, sir. I am here for whatever he wants."

The phrase drew low laughter and a murmur of approval. Sánchez, from his chair, nodded calmly.

"Well answered. He is learning."

The session went on a while longer. Vince barely reacted with the same intensity; his body had been shutting down from the accumulation of pain and exhaustion. That was when Sánchez stood, walked to the center of the basement, and changed the course of the session with a new order.

"That's enough with him for now. I want something else."

He pointed at Gustavo and then at Vince.

"Untie Vince. Have him kneel. And you—" he looked at Gustavo— "get on all fours in front of him."

Gustavo felt his stomach clench. He obeyed. He got into the indicated position, hands resting on the cold floor, back ...