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what it could be for until burning agony ripped and tore from his anus up his spinal column. Mindless screams poured from Jeremy’s throat into the muffling pillow .
     
    Fat Man used his weight to pound into Jeremy viciously. Jeremy gagged and vomited into the pillow. The handler on his left pulled the pillow out from under his face and replaced it with a clean one. The pain continued to increase without abating. Jeremy prayed for it to be over as he heard the sobbing, broken noises coming from his own mouth. His whole being subsumed in the fiery torture administered by the customer he began to also pray would not buy him.
     
    Suddenly it was over. Jeremy felt one more increase in his pain as the man’s cock swelled again slightly before it pumped out the sampler’s release into Jeremy’s torn and bleeding rectum. Fat Man pulled out with no more care for Jeremy than he had upon insertion. Jeremy felt as if part of him had been pulled out with his rapist. Hot liquid trickled down the backs of his thighs. Jeremy swallowed nausea again as his abused anus gaped open, throbbing, empty, and raw. The handlers helped him sit up and then turned to the customer.
     
    Fat Man considered Jeremy. “No flogging for resisting right this minute. I’ll wait and do it myself when I get him home.”
     
    Jeremy’s heart plummeted. He wondered if he committed suicide immediately after being sold, if his family would still benefit from the purchase price.  He looked at the sheets and noted the blood stains.  Blood streaked the insides of his thighs and he could feel hot liquid continuing to leak out of him. The vomit soaked pillow lay in the corner . The smell rose through the air, making Jeremy gag again. His body shook uncontrollably.
     
    A harsh tapping on the window made him remember that he should sit up. He raised his head, seeing his own haggard face in the mirrored wall. No one else would want him now. He belonged to the Fat Man. Jeremy began running through suicide plans in his head. He also wondered how any man could stand to be gay, if the sex was that horrific.
     
    A few minutes later, the handler who had spoken to him earlier came in with a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth. Opaqueing the window, he offered the water and the cloth to Jeremy.
     
    “There’s a mild analgesic in the water which should help blunt the pain. I’m sorry this happened. We all know that customers aren’t allowed to sample merchandise without proper preparation. Mr. Cavenaugh paid off Ronald and the others to let him at you like that once he found out you were a virgin. If he offers for you, a premium will be added to the price for the damage.”
     
    Jeremy tried to say something to him, but choked on tears. He began trying to clean himself up. The water did sooth the burn a little bit, but he was still bleeding. He stood up and moved to the side taking a sharp inhale as moving caused pain to rip up inside him again. The handler stripped the bloody sheet from the bed and replaced it with a clean one.
     
    “Will he take me to the doctor? I mean are there laws about that?”
     
    The man hesitated before answering. “I would think that after investing the amount of money he’s going to have to put into your purchase he would get you some treatment; but there aren’t any laws.”
     
    The handler answered his headset and looked glum. He walked over to a corner cabinet and pulled out a pair of flip-flops and a white shirt and white drawstring pants. He held them out and Jeremy took them, a cold ball of fear settling low in his belly.
     
    “Put these on, you’ve been bought.”
     
    “Who by?”
     
    “They won’t tell me that, but I think it likely that Mr. Cavenaugh bought you, don’t you?”
     
    Tears rolled down Jeremy’s face as he fumbled the clothing on, and slipped his feet into the shoes. He looked up numbly at the handler.
     
    “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.” His hands were securely fastened at the