Unbetitelt

"And don’t try to run. I’m 6′5″, 280 lbs, and you won’t get far. I know how to take down a handcuffed cunt like you. So just keep kneeling there naked. Keep looking up at me; I want to see your face slowly lose all hope over the next few minutes.

"When you contacted me a number of months ago, you begged me to take you from your life and transform you into a world class slave to be sold. I don’t know how you found my site, but you did. Your aggressive persistence made me want to pass, but your cute looks made me want to make some money. A pale skinned blonde boy with green eyes and a big dick goes for a lot on the auction block. But your pushy bottom demeanor was getting too much; I fucking hate selfish pushy bottoms.

"So I changed my mind. You’re not going to be auctioned off. No, I am going to make you one of a very special group of slaves of mine. When you wake up on my very private island in the middle of the Indian Ocean, you will be one of my pain slaves. Your life going forward is going to be in perpetual pain, suffering at not only my cruel hand, but many other guests to my island. There’re only nine pain slaves, no more, no less. You will wake up as number 1 pain and be referred to as 1. The other pains will be your slave to do with what you command. By default, they will hate you. But ignore that. They will serve you or else they will be subjected to public torture, all of them will. A punishment to one needs to be a punishment to all. Don’t get it in your head that you are anything other than a slave. You are to submit to everyone else’s brutality on the island. The rule is that pains—that’s what we call the pain slaves—are to receive no mercy ever. Your back will be welted up. Your pathetic balls will be perpetually blue from all the kicking they will receive. I was one of the Army’s chief interrogators—trained in many coercive techniques, both legal and not. I know how to inflict pain to get what I want.

"You will be easily identifiable from the giant letter P that will be tattooed on your forehead. In addition, a single one-inch horizontal dash will be tattooed on the right side of you neck. The one dash will signify that you are the number 1 pain. Now when I take in another pain slave, your will get a second one-inch dash on your neck next to the first. You will then be the number 2 pain and required to submit to the new number 1. The other pains will submit to you both. When each new number 1, you will get a new neck tattoo and your number will increase. Also, the severity of your suffering will increase too. You’ll get black eyes, your teeth knocked out. Sometime along the way, you will be turned into a full toilet. Castration is a certainty too, which we try to do it in different ways. Now when you wake up on the island, your first role is to watch the former number 1 pain get tattooed to become the number 2 pain. The number 2 becomes the number 3. And so on. Look at the hopelessness in the battered faces as the numbers increase. You know, I’m always present when 8 becomes 9. There is no way to describe the look of sheer despair other than arousing. The dotted lines across the neck are complete, and he knows he’s going to disposed of next.