When he did well, I would reward him by strapping on a 10 inch black dildo and fucking him while he looked at pictures of gorgeous Black men with enor...mous cocks and he told me out loud how much he lived to worship them. For punishment, when he would do something wrong, or simply for my amusement, I would wrap my hands around his neck and choke him, telling him that I was going to make him suck off a white man if he didn’t learn to behave. Cutting off his air supply, I would tell him that. Although the hand doing the writing had been shaking so badly it was very hard to read, it was — unquestionably — an apology for his behavior at the circus Friday evening. The second letter — a series of three, actually — was from Cohen, Crawford, and Higgins. In them they stated that the tigers at the circus were the best, brightest, healthiest, best treated animals alive in the world. They were truly magnificent specimens of their breed.Hearing the words, King purred and held his head up even. "Good to have you back Admiral." Came the voice of Thomas a moment later.Hartwell turned toward Thomas's hologram nodding. "Any change so far?" Hartwell asked glad that Jonathon’s holo system was working again."No sir, the bastard hasn't made a move yet." Thomas informed him.A slight smile came to Hartwell's mouth as he nodded. "Good, though I hope he does. I don't really need an excuse to blow that ass away." Yes sir, I completely agree. We all have orders to take him alive, if possible.". ." the protest continued."Maktum, how long would it take to strangle this one?" asked the Emir.Maktum moved forwards slowly, eyeing up the other Security guard."Perhaps five minutes, Master, if I did not hurry."The Emir turned back to the unfortunate embassy official, "Your choice."The man fell to the floor in obeisance, ~As the Master wishes.~" Good," said the Emir cheering up, "And if it is done in the next twenty-four hours you can keep your job as well as your life."Twenty-two hours later.