u/Working-Artist2199

Il m’a fait attendre à quatre pattes sur le tapis du salon, lumière éteinte sauf une lampe rouge qui jetait des ombres longues sur les murs. J’avais 20 ans, lui la quarantaine bien entamée, et ce soir il avait décidé que j’allais vraiment sentir qui décidait. « T’as été sage cette semaine, petit ? » J’ai secoué la tête. Non. J’avais craqué deux fois sans permission, et il...

Lucas had long since ceased to be a man in Master Victor's eyes. He was nothing more than an object, a future empty shell, a toy to be broken once and for all. After years of training—forced poppers until he blacked out, fistings that had torn his anus raw, electro-torture on his testicles until he pissed himself in agony—Victor had decided the time had come. No more half measures. He was goin...

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