Chapter 8
by 
Rasun
What's next?
CONTINUE
Tyler: (grinning) Don't get too comfortable, boy. We've got more for you.
Tyler walks over to a set of dumbbells lying on the edge of the garden. He selects a particularly heavy one, the metal gleaming in the sunlight. Nathan unties the dog collar from Jamal's penis and replaces it with a rope, which he then attaches to the dumbbell.
Nathan: (smirking) Time for some weight training.
Jamal is **** onto his hands and knees, the dumbbell now tied to his penis with the rope. The weight drags painfully, making every movement a struggle.
Tyler: Crawl, Jamal. Crawl across the garden.
Jamal begins to crawl, each inch forward a new test of endurance. The weight of the dumbbell pulls painfully on his penis, the rope cutting into his skin. Nathan and Tyler walk alongside him, their expressions a mix of amusement and sadistic pleasure.
Nathan: (laughing) Look at him go. This is real strength training.
Jamal grits his teeth, focusing on each agonizing movement. The camera captures every moment of his struggle, the sweat pouring down his face and body, the muscles straining under the unbearable weight.
Tyler: (mocking) Maybe we should add more weight next time. See how strong you really are.
Jamal finally reaches the end of the garden, collapsing in a heap as Nathan unties the dumbbell. His body is trembling with exhaustion and pain, his spirit battered but not broken.
Nathan: (smirking) Good job, boy. Maybe you're tougher than you look.
Tyler: (spitting on Jamal) Get cleaned up and back to your chores. We've got plenty more fun planned for you.