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I don't know why I accepted that job. I suppose it was for the money. Or maybe it was the morbid curiosity... or the possibility of spending a month in Amsterdam without paying a dime. I don't know. The fact is that I was there, ready to enter a booth in the Red Light District and be publicly subjected by a guy I didn't know and who didn't speak my language. As stated in the contract, I was naked, with straps attached to my chest and squeezing my balls. I also wore a collar with a ring at the back. Hans, the Master, wore super-tight leather pants, straps crossed over his chest, and a leather cap. That reassured me, as the contract said he couldn't fuck me, but I wasn't entirely sure. When I saw that he was wearing pants, I sighed in relief because the bulge was really big.

We went out to the booth. The floor was covered with a red carpet, and red curtains hid the entrance to the booth. There was a chair, a sawhorse, a St. Andrew's cross, and a board with a lot of sadomasochistic material. The glass of the booth faced directly onto the street and had a slot like those in pharmacies for people to put in money. The last element in the booth was a large wheel with punishments drawn on it. According to the contract, people would put in money for the Master to spin the wheel and apply the punishment to me. Each of us would take a third of the money collected, and the remaining third would go to the company that hired us.

I positioned myself very close to the glass, with my head bowed in a sign of submission, waiting to attract an audience. It wasn't easy because it was around 1 am, but despite that, a couple of sailors, an old pervert, a group of teenagers, and a woman in her 40s, with the appearance of an executive, soon approached. The sailors were making gestures about the size of my cock, which seemed small to them. The old pervert was looking at me with a lecherous gaze. The kids were pointing at the different options on the wheel, while the woman remained expectant.

The first ones to dare to put in the 30 euros for each spin were the sailors. Hans collected the money, went to the wheel, and spun it with force. I was facing away from it, so I only knew what had come up by the gestures the teenagers started making, hitting their buttocks hard while laughing. Hans sat down in the chair and called me. He made me get on his knees and started spanking me with his gloved hand, looking at the glass so that everyone could see he was hitting me for real. And he really did. 50 spanks with his leather glove left my buttocks really sore. When he finished, he put me back next to the glass, but this time with my back to it, so the sailors could see well what they had paid for.

Someone put in another 30 euros. Hans collected the money and spun the wheel again. The sawhorse came up. When the sawhorse came up, you had to spin again until...