Re: Holding Pens: Jackson
Well that was new. Most masters hated a slave to look in their eyes. He was about to look up when he was grabbed and made to look at him. It hurt, his ached and he liked it. This was always the most embarrassing part. His old master would love to show off how aroused Jackson got when he was in pain. It was humiliating and yet even hotter. Jackson swallowed back a moan he wanted to let go, but he looked up into greyish eyes. They were beautiful. His last master had the regular cold, brown eyes, not that he saw too much of them.
"I tried to escape. They caught me two days later and made an example out of me." It was a little hard to talk with the hand on his jaw but he made it work. "They publicly whipped me. I don't know how many lashings I received but I know I passed out before they finished with me." He didn't like this staring into the other man's eyes. It was not right, it was not his place. He lower his eyes to the man's mouth.