Somehow, he is not sure how, he keeps from screaming into that gag,  As blow after blow, sending jolts of pain through his defenseless body.  Hands clenched into fists, so tight that his fingernails leave marks in his palms.  The blows that seem to land with no rhyme or reasons, leaving his thighs and ass and cock covered in welts.<br/><br/>And then, there is nothing but the dull throb of his welts.  No new pains.  How long it is before he realizes she has stopped, he could not say.  He hangs there, the tears flowing from his eyes.  She is blurry as she lifts his head up, he blinks away the tears to see her more clearly.  Eyes narrowing as she announces her intention of keeping him as a pet.<br/><br/>Jules opens and closes his mouth a few times after the gag is removed.  He gives a soft shake of his head in return to her demand.  He does not want to imagine what she might do to him if she get that name.  He stares at the object in her hand, trying to figure out what it is, how it might be used.  "I told you, my name is Jules," he says, then spits at her.  Determined to bite her if she tries to gag him again.