Your pain is my pleasure.

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 nipples. He grabbed him by the balls and forced the slave to kiss him intensely, inserting his tongue into his dry mouth, at the same time slipping a whiskey-soaked ice cube into Álex's mouth.

"Thank you, Master," he managed to say sincerely.

"Now punish his back, slave," he ordered Kondo as he sat back down in the armchair. Kondo humbly complied but took care to shift the seat and platform so that the master could see the slave's back perfectly, and he stretched the chains again so that he could not lean on the floor. Jorge, uninhibited by the effects of alcohol, undressed from the waist down and began to pleasure himself. The whip again cracked first in the air and then viciously biting into the Russian's back.

(Sssss-cháááááás!)

"Mmm!"

(Sssss-cháááááás!)

"Mmm!"

(Sssss-cháááááás!)

"Mmm!"

At a certain point, the pain became so intense that Álex could no longer contain his screams.

(Sssss-cháááááás!)

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!"

(Sssss-cháááááás!)

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!"

The slave's buttocks were still free of lashes. Jorge began to focus his attention on them, liking how he reacted to each blow with a kind of spasm. It had been almost an hour since they had started and Jorge wanted to climax while watching the slave's buttocks being punished.

"Slave, now whip his ass."

"Yes, Master," Kondo replied, sweating profusely and almost panting, as he was working hard to deliver painful blows that would not leave permanent marks. His naked and shining body was also beautiful.

Álex had been letting out a whisper of complaint with each blow for a while, and Jorge briefly thought that he might be unconscious; but the change in the area of punishment corrected him, as the slave renewed his screams when the whip struck his buttocks.

(Sssss-cháááááás!)

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!"

(Sssss-cháááááás!)

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!"

Jorge climaxed abundantly and immediately ordered to stop. He approached the slave and Kondo lowered him as before, although this time Álex had no strength to stand and hung almost lifeless from the chains; Jorge rubbed his penis against Álex's buttocks, smearing them with the remnants of his sperm, until his member began to shrink. He dried himself with a clean towel that Kondo hurried to bring him and he sat back in the armchair to take the last sip from the glass. He discarded the idea of ending the punishment there, as it was worth taking advantage of and seeking a new climax.

"Can you make the whip coil around and the lash cling to his body?" he asked Kondo.

"Yes, Master, it is one of the hardest and most delicious blows. Do you order it to be without marks? He already has enough open sores, but I can heal them at the end so that they do not remain permanent."

"Without marks, slave. Begin as I have told you."

Kondo now moved the platform so that Jorge was in a lateral position and thus could see both Álex's chest, genitals, and a bit of his buttocks; the vilicus positioned himself on the other side, allowing the master to see perfectly the execution of each lash. This new series was truly spectacular and demonstrated the mastery of the torturer.

(Sssss-cháááááás! / Ssssssss!)

"Uaaaaaah!" the boy howled.

The whip, skillfully directed, hit a high area of the chained slave's body and then described a couple of descending turns as it struck and sank into the flesh; the heavy tip struck the last area cruelly and the moment of final stillness dissolved when Kondo gave a tug, throwing his body backwards so the whip undid its path sliding painfully along the body; the skill lay in having the whip bite the flesh with enough pressure at first, forming a momentary groove, so that when retracting the torture instrument it did not loosen and release the flesh, but slid painfully along the body; and at the same time, they couldn't strike with savagery, because then the flesh would be cut and bleed too much. In fact, if this type of lashes were applied with maximum force not only marks would form, but the slave could die, and indeed they were used as a form of execution; but Kondo was a master and he did it in a way that was extremely painful but without compromising health. Jorge soon felt an erection again; he realized that the session of more than an hour of intense lashes could not last much longer before Álex at least lost consciousness, so he thought about when he could reach orgasm.

"Slave, can you mark him now?" he said, visibly masturbating.

"Yes, Master. On the chest, buttocks, and back, with the whip. In what part of these areas, Master?"

"On both breasts, on both buttocks, and in the center of the upper back."

He did not need to change instruments, the one he had used from the beginning seemed versatile enough to satisfy those orders. Kondo ran his fingers over the tip of the whip, as the mark would be produced simply with a strike deep enough to open the skin completely; so that no scar would form, some surgical stitches would be necessary that certainly no one was going to give to Álex, who would therefore be left with permanent lacerations. Jorge tried to align the spasms of his impending orgasm with the marks on the buttocks.

(Chááááák! - Chááááák!)

"Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The slave's beautiful chest now bore two ten-centimeter-long lines through which blood was dripping. Jorge did all he could to wait for the following strikes.

(Chááááák! - Chááááák!)

"Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Jorge climaxed, intoxicated by the greatest orgasm of his life. He was still filled with pleasure when the last lash marked the boy's magnificent back.

(Chááááák!)

"Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Kondo did not need orders to lower the slave again and make him accessible. He also brought a new clean towel for his master. Álex's buttocks were beautiful, and the two wounds that would leave him with lifelong scars reminded Jorge of the works of the Italian artist Lucio Fontana. He thought of finishing everything with a kiss, but before that he had an idea.

"Stick a good dildo up his ass."

"Is this one okay, Master?" Koldo asked, showing a huge one to the master.

"Will it cause him a tear?"

"No, Master, anal lashes dilate the sphincter and ducts, in fact if the slave had not been clean all his filth would have come out with the lashes, they cannot control it, Master."

"Then put it in," Jorge said as he approached to watch how effectively the enormous device was buried completely inside the unfortunate man's ass. He then approached Álex, touched the blood on his chest, wet his fingers with it and put them in the slave's mouth, and checked that the wretched, almost on the verge of collapse, licked them and even whispered as he pulled them out:

"Thank you, Master. I beg for your forgiveness and that you continue to punish me if you wish."

Jorge, completely satisfied, kissed him fiercely while Kondo carefully and firmly pushed the huge dildo into place, causing even greater agony. He ordered Kondo to take care of cleaning him up, provide the necessary care, and give him water and pellets. Also, after finishing everything, to leave him with an anal plug and a genital cage, then present themselves before him. He dressed and returned to the room feeling that he was truly born to be a Master.