Meanwhile in the cage, the rotation made, a cock went in Shane's mouth - it tasted of himself and a cocktail of spunk from the various men who had blasted inside him during the course of his consensual bondage. Shane sucked in a breath as the length was fed and the knob slid down his throat. Simultaneously, a cock went up his arse and rooted itself deep in his guts, whilst a fist wrapped itself around Shane's tender nuts. His balls were squeezed. His convulsing chute was violently fucked as Shane hollered around the meat in his mouth.

Whilst this was occurring, outside the cage there were murmurs, and some cordial greetings were exchanged. But in his blinding agony, Shane failed to notice the newcomer who had joined the small audience that was watching the fun at close quarters through the bars. The masters who were playing with him soon spotted the man however, for he cut quite a presence with his height and his bulk and his sure authority of bearing. Nods were exchanged, and following a gesture of request from the man, he was bid enter the cage to join them in their games.

"Which hole would you like to try - both are excellent?" asked the master who was now sliding out of Shane's throat to allow him a breath. He pulled fully out to make available the mouth, should that be the orifice of preference.

"This one down here," said the man.

He crouched beside Shane and put his lips to the lad's ear. "I can make life so much easier for you," he said in a whisper. "One trick, that's all it will take, and you'll earn a year's salary and a one way ticket, first class, back to Sydney... Or alternatively, I can arrange for you to be sacked. It's my club after all, so I can do what I want. Either way, this is your last night at The Wild Side. So what's it going to be? Chop! Chop! I need a decision right now."

"I'll do the trick, Mr. McCloud," said Shane immediately, hardly able to believe his luck. The guy would probably be hideous, but what would that matter. He would earn a fortune for a single trick which would allow him to put this sordid life behind him and live the life of a rich playboy for the next year - have sex for fun rather than act the whore for money. And anyway, the alternative was unthinkable - being sacked from the club would force him to hustle on the streets, selling his ass for a pittance - there was no way Shane was going to do that.

"Smart lad," said Angus. Then standing up, he addressed the two masters, one of whom still had his cock wedged up Shane's ass. "Gentlemen, I'm afraid I'll have to cut short this very entertaining session you are having - this slave's employment at the club has come to a rather abrupt end. Naturally you may empty your balls inside him if you wish to do so, but please do it now if that is the case, for I have urgent need of him for important business. Or alternatively, wait a moment and allow Mr. Charles to arrange for a replacement. Take your time, enjoy another slave... and of course the compliments of the house for the rest of the night."

The masters backed off. They would wait for a fresh lad then start over again, with a bottle of Angus's finest champagne. No one in the cage would look a gift horse in the mouth - the masters... or Aussie Shane.