in the margin of my thoughts

While Clegg apparently wanted to take most of him apart at a later date there were certain body parts he apparently was going to start early with, talking about how the fear or whatever would make the rest of his meat so much better and also apparently to entice the bidders. 

Which all came down to Sam being fully naked, a cut on his throat was still bleeding sluggishly while his balls were currently turning purple. 

There was no use in giving Clegg or the audience any verbal confirmation of what they were doing to him so Sam tried his best to keep his noises and facial expressions to a minimum. 

It had started with a few hard slaps after Sam’s clothes had been cut off before Clegg grabbed Sam’s own belt to hit him with it, showing the audience how nicely Sam’s skin turned colors. Sam had not been able to stay silent for the first or second hit to his genitals, trying to curl up and protect his privates even though it was impossible. 

Afterwards the man had pulled and prodded at the abused flesh, making the pain even worse with every pinch. 

Sam’s balls had been pulled as far from his body as possible and then even a little further, crushed in a fist and Sam wasn’t able to keep the tears at bay. He had experienced so much pain before, had experienced this exact pain in the cage before but it was something else on earth in his actual body. 

“Should just take them off already,” Clegg had said. “Could get a nice little advance payment for these.”

A knife was pressed against the thin skin, blood already welling up. 

“But there is so much more to do. Let me show you something else while I let you all think about paying more for the whole package,” Clegg said, directing it to his audience. 

The shoe lace bit into the small cut before it cut his circulation off and from what Sam could see his genitals were slowly turning an alarming shade of purple. 

“I know, I know,” Clegg said all of a sudden from the side, staring at his laptop. “He has not been erect yet, increase your offers and I will-”

Sam slammed his eyes shut at the implied things to come, shame and humiliation only increasing along with the pain.  A gunshot made Sam jerk in his bonds until he heard the one voice had hoped for.