I start to get too turned on by the thought of all the power and control I have over this trusting male. I just have to cane his thighs while his legs are spread open and he is tied to a chair. Watching him in pain is too erotic for me. His needs won’t be satisfied, but I need to satisfy myself. I cane his things and then his ass while watching the sun set and the Manhattan skyline darken, then relight with monolithic incandescence. We watch together. Cries of pain from him while we witness a moment of undeniable impermanence; a fleeting juncture of material and transient. Nature and industry temporally entwine. There is no view more beautiful than a sunset, language pales. There is no sound more beautiful than a cry of anguish from a male slave. I tighten my grip on its vulnerable scrotum. I am so very pleased with my work, so pleased to have witnessed the sky darken, then relight.
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