DAVID

As Alexander Harrington surveyed the chambers of Thornwood Estate, his eyes fell upon David, the unfortunate **** known for his diminutive member. With a cruel smirk playing on his lips, Alexander approached David, his intention clear.

"Ah, David," Alexander began, his voice dripping with mockery. "I see you're still sporting that tiny little appendage of yours. Do you even qualify as a man with such a pathetic excuse for a penis?"

David's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he lowered his gaze, his small stature seeming even more pronounced in the presence of his master's taunts. He had grown accustomed to the constant teasing and ridicule about his size, but that didn't make it any less painful.

"Please, Master," David muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'm sorry for my inadequacy. I-I'll do better, I promise."

Alexander's laughter rang out, a cruel sound that echoed through the room. "Do better?" he mocked. "I highly doubt that, David. You'll never amount to anything more than a pitiful excuse for a man with that tiny little thing between your legs."

The other slaves watched in silence, some with pity in their eyes, others with thinly veiled amusement. They knew better than to intervene in their master's cruel games, for to do so would only invite further punishment.