Sam watched slowly as Jose approached, an internal resolve of bravado filling him with a false sense of security.  He could handle being a sex slave, and in fact would probably enjoy it quite a<em><strong>SMACK</strong></em>Suddenly Sam's lungs were doing their best to inhale the ball gag, and his eyes were wide with shock.  The initial impact of the swing hadn't quite registered as pain when his ass was assaulted again and again.  Fire burned deep inside his taught muscles while the skin itself seemed absurdly cool, as if almost split open.  There was never so much as a scream, he was so shocked by the assault on his body.  As the strength left his feet and the pain in his shoulders returned, Sam realized Jose was again speaking to him and in fact was playing with his nipple.  Trying to again regain his balance and finding the muscles in his butt not quite cooperating, Sam abandoned his intent of subservience and shook his head, 'no.'