Álex was hanging lifeless, his body naked and unprotected. Konto lowered the lights of the room and, manipulating some spotlights similar to those used in circuses and some shows, directed them in such a way that the chained slave received an intense, almost unreal light. The temperature was pleasantly warm, although possibly due to the effects of the powerful spotlights it was gradually increasing. Jorge could see Álex perfectly from his armchair on the platform, but Konto made sure his point of view was perfect, and effortlessly pushed the base on which the armchair stood, sliding it on the parquet, so that the armchair was placed less than two meters from the unfortunate Russian.

"With your permission, my Master," he said as he struggled to make the movement smooth.

"Bring me a whiskey with ice, slave," Jorge thought to ask, realizing that the armchair had a small shelf certainly designed to be able to support a drink.

The first drops of sweat began to run down Álex's skin and drip to the ground from his feet; later a good puddle would form.

"Álex, you have lied to me and you have not cared about putting me in danger just to get your way. You have deceived me from the beginning, and that deserves a painful punishment.

"Yes, my Master, I ask for your forgiveness and not to have mercy on me," the slave exclaimed with a clear and powerful voice.

"I am going to enjoy your suffering, slave. I order you to endure the lashes as long as possible."

"Yes, Master, I will do my best. I hope these beatings are pleasurable for you, Master."

"Let's see if you are as worthy as you say, Kondo. Start already."

The vilicus remembered perfectly that he had to start by whipping the chest. He positioned himself so as not to obstruct the master's view, waved the whip in the air and made it crack a couple of times. He was still completely naked.

"I obey, my Master."

He wielded the whip with obvious skill; he made the final third of it plunge into the upper part of Álex's torso, lacerating around both nipples. Despite Jorge's orders, the slave let out a full-throated scream.

(Sssss-cháááááás!)

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!"

(Sssss-cháááááás!)

"Mmm!" he shouted the second time, containing the scream much more.

(Sssss-cháááááás!)

The lashes followed mercilessly, with a continuous rhythm, gradually covering all the areas between the navel and the neck.

"Wait, slave, lower him so that he can stand, I am going to approach him."

Kondo lowered Álex and he was able to stand, although his arms remained outstretched. Jorge took a sip of his whiskey and approached the unfortunate man; his skin had long welts that were very swollen and in some places almost seemed to bleed, but it appeared quite intact. Jorge unceremoniously caressed the beautiful, now so injured, chest, taking pleasure in pinching the ...