only chance of cuming was and it was not an attractive option.
Epilogue
Jamie had successfully held on to his position as Master's
favorite for four years, but finally his time had come. Master had
picked a new favorite, a beautiful black boy who now stood before Jamie,
poised to take over his position.
Jamie was straddling a narrow, triangular steel beam. A huge dildo stood
up straight from it and Jamie was impaled on this. His feet didn't touch
the ground, but were tied to rings in the floor, putting an unbearable
pressure on Jamie's crotch area. His upper body was strapped to a steel
pole so the only bit of movement Jamie had left was the ability to shake
his head.
He was still corseted and his feet were still in their impossibly small
boots, but for the first time in years his cock was no longer
imprisoned. It stood straight out, twitching desperately.
On his knees right in front of Jamie was the new favorite slave. He had
been teasing Jamie's now liberated cock for more than twenty four hours
straight without letting Jamie cum. Meanwhile Master had appeared at
regular intervals to play with Jamie's breath, reducing him to a
frustrated, panicky wreck.
Now finally Jamie had come to the end of the line. Master stood beside
him as Jamie moved inexorably towards a glorious orgasm and as he saw it
coming in Jamie's eyes, his hands closed one last time around Jamie's
throat. Jamie jerked and spasmed as much as his bonds would allow him as
he struggled futilely, his movements becoming ever more erratic and his
bloodshot eyes moving further and further out of his face, which was
turning blue. The sounds of the world became faint and his vision
narrowed and the last thing he felt was the most glorious orgasm he had
ever had. His limbs twitched a little and Master's old favorite had been
retired.
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