“Ben, you have been my slave now for a whole year and you are a good slave and I decided to keep you personally for myself. So, no selling you to other people.”
Ben tried to nod, but could hardly do it. His rock-hard member pointing to the ceiling. It wasn’t very big, but I had to admit, that it tried to make up for it by pulsating and twitching like hell. Even a little droplet of cum could be seen on it’s top. Definitely a good thing since I was planning on stretching that urethra up to the point of it being fuckable. Something I hadn’t been able to achieve with Huckleberry.
From the side of the room came a muffled orgasmic scream. But I ignored it. She would have to stay there for at least one more hour, before she became sufficiently exhausted to reform her mind and fill it with fear.
If no one screams it isn’t just that much fun for me. I accepted that a long time ago.
“So, today you will get one of the markings of my slaves.”
Even more of his excitement let to even more cock wobbling of his.
“I will castrate you today. And it will be painful. And no, you don’t have any say in this.”