The man takes them without a word and retreats behind the side of the dumpster. Danny waits, turning, his heart pounding as the man looks them over.
Silently the man comes out, hands Danny the envelope, and vanishes up the alley. Nervously Danny checks the envelope. The ten thousand dollars is there. He puts the envelope in his pocket and turns, almost running back into the street. He calms as he strolls along, taking the rest of his lunch hour to get himself collected. Danny had an occasional rush of conscience about betraying his boss Kyle. But the money was good, and since Odense Stål somehow completed the ludicrous Opel order, competitors will pay for information to help them get an edge in contract negotiations worth millions of Euros.
Danny shivers and goes back to the factory. He sees Friedreich’s rental car still parked outside the office building and quivers with jealousy. As he goes through the office area to get to the factory, he sees the German man standing outside Mila’s office.
“Danny? Ah, could you come in for a moment? I want to show you something.” Friedrich waves Danny inside, and Mila Jansen, the factory’s production planner, is there.
Mila is a blonde-haired woman in her early fifties and the love of Danny’s life. Her large breasts push firmly against her business suit, giving Danny the impression the rest of her body is curvy.
“Hi, mistress,” Danny said, sounding nervous.
Mila’s eyes had something in them that made Danny shiver and his tummy quiver. Mila nods in response.
“Sara has taken a video I’d like you to see,” Friedrich said. “Sit.”
The TV monitor comes on, and Danny sees himself walking along the road. He tenses, his heart surging into his throat as he sees the alley. He watches himself walking toward the dumpster. Then the man steps out from behind it, and Danny groans, his hand to his mouth, his eyes wide and bulging.
“Enough?” Friedrich clicks the TV off.
He sits, watching Danny. His smile sharpens, and Danny shivers, too terrified to speak.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to turn you over to the police.” Friedrich reaches for the phone.
“No, no, Friedrich, please, no,” Danny shrieks. He jumps up, his legs shaking. “I’ll make it up to you. I have the money he gave me. I can give it to you.” Danny starts fumbling in his pockets.
“Do you know the sentence you can get for industrial espionage?” Friedrich asks slowly, his eyes cold.
“No, no, please don’t. I’ll do anything, anything, please. Here’s the money,” Danny holds out the envelope in his trembling hand.
“I don’t want your dirty money,” Friedrich snaps, his eyes flaring.
Danny holds it out to Mila, and she shakes her head. “Please, mistress. I’m sorry, I just needed the money.”
She grimaces. “Danny, I’m so disappointed in you.”
“No, no, sorry, mistress. Please, I’ll do anything to make it up to you, anything,” Danny said, dropping to his knees.
Friedrich laughs and gazes at Mila. “So, what does anything mean?”
“Anything, anything!” Danny wailed. “I’ll do whatever you want, please, Friedrich. Don’t turn me over to the police, please.” Danny starts to crawl toward him.
“Stay where you are!” he snaps. “We’ll see about that anything.”
Mila stands, suddenly looking much taller in her spiked-heeled boots. “Take your clothes off.”
Danny gasped. “Pardon?”
“Take your clothes off,” Mila repeats, opening the top button of her business suit.
“W-what?” Danny turns to Friedrich, but he’s sitting back in the chair, his eyes almost hooded. They were so expressionless.
“I won’t repeat it,” Mila snaps. “Take your clothes off, or we’ll call the police.”
Danny stands. He stares at Mila as the blonde-haired woman undoes the next button of her suit jacket, and the sides begin to fall away.
“Last chance,” Friedrich said.
Danny takes hold of the top button of his shirt. He unbuttons it until he can see the beginning of his chest. Danny trembles and reaches for the next button. Then, as he works his way down his shirt, he sees Mila slip her suit jacket off and start on the dark blouse she wears beneath. Mila’s large breasts begin to show, the curves encased in a tight bra, sensual and luscious looking to Danny. Slowly Danny pulls his shirt out of the waistband of his pants.
Danny gasps as he watches Mila strip. Mila’s black bra is leather, and beneath that is a tight leather corset. He glances at Friedrich, but the German is still sitting there, looking as if he isn’t interested. Danny’s fingers shake as he undoes his pants and then starts to unzip the fly, holding his pants up and waiting in desperation for Mila to get to the same point.
Mila strips off the skirt of her suit, and Danny finally sees the entire outfit underneath. It is all tight leather, from the straps of the garter belts that hold up the black stockings to Mila’s panties. Then, from her bag, Mila takes a black cap and puts it on, pulling it over her eyes. She reaches in again and comes out with a long-tailed whip, holding it in her hand.
“No, no,” Danny whispers, backing up from his mistress.
“Take it off,” Mila snaps.
“No, please. Don’t make me. Not in front of him—ahhhhhh!”
Danny leaps and squeals as the whip curls out from Mila’s hand and lashes his thighs, whipping painfully over his flesh.
“Take it off,” Mila orders.
“Yes, yes!” Danny groans, dropping his pants as fast as he can, stepping out of them, and standing in front of Mila, suddenly feeling naked and ashamed.
“Turn.” Danny faced Friedrich in his chair. “Closer.”
Danny moves until he is within arm’s reach of Friedrich. The German looks him up and down, Friedrich’s eyes feasting on him in ways they had never done before.
Mila shouts, “Spread your legs.”
Danny shivers at the tone of Mila’s voice. He hasn’t seen her this angry in a long time. In a haze of fear, he spread his hairy legs, his shoes dragging on the thick carpet.
“Bare your bottom, slowly, slut,” Mila snaps, cracking the whip, and making Danny jump and break into a sweat.
Danny reaches for the hem of his boxers. He groans with shame as he starts to ease his boxers down, showing his bare bottom.
“Not bad,” Friedrich said.
Mila laughs. “You never cease to amaze me, Friedrich. So, how do you want him first?”
“I want that mouth round my cock,” Friedrich said.
“No,” Danny groans. “I’m not gay. I don’t do that.”
“You’ll do whatever I tell you,” Mila said coldly. “Over the table,” Mila snaps, cracking the whip across Danny’s ass cheeks.
He obeys, his legs like jelly, staggering as he moves to the table and leans over it, his face pressing into the hardwood.
Mila produces some paper and a pen and lays them on the table in front of Danny. “Sign this,” she said.
“What is it, mistress?”
“It’s a contract making you my sex sub for life. You will be completely under my control.”
Danny doesn’t hesitate. He signs the contract.
“Now, tell me how much you want to suck Friedrich’s big cock,” Mila said with a smile.
“No, not that, I can’t do—ahhhhhhh.” He groans and jumps as the whip cuts into his ass cheeks. “I’m not gay.” He leaps up, holding his butt.
Mila laughs, her large breasts swelling, her eyes wide with passion. “Thank God for that. I thought you would give in, and that wouldn’t be any fun, would it?”
“What?” Danny moans, and the whip lashes out and curls around his neck.
He grabs for the tight coils of leather, trying to breathe. Mila pulls him around to face the table. “Get up on it, bitch.”
Danny is close to blacking out as he lifts one knee and crawls onto the table. His eyes bug out as the tight coils of whip cuts off almost all his air. He crouches on the table, still trying to free himself from the coiled whip tail. Then the horror starts. Friedrich grips Danny’s knees and forces them apart. Danny is about to fall forward until Mila grabs his blond hair, holding him up on the table, keeping the whip curled tightly around his neck.
Danny tries to beg, gasping, as he feels straps tied around his knees, spreading them until he feels pain. Friedrich ties the bonds, and the factory foreman’s thighs are spread wide, his shoes over the edge. Friedrich slides more straps around the top of Danny’s stretched thighs, pulling them down over the table edge and tying them off. The straps around his thighs and knees hold his legs spread to the limit on the table. He gasps and reaches for the whip, but already Mila is unwinding it. It comes off and Danny gasps, groaning with the first lungful of air he got.
“Shut up, idiot. You’ll have enough to moan about later,” Mila barks.
“What are you doing, mistress?” Danny asks.
“Punishing you for being a dumb cunt,” Mila said sarcastically.
Danny moans, his head spinning, trying to think straight. He moans as leather bonds are locked to his wrists and linked with a chain. The chain is only about two feet long, giving him room to move his hands, but not much.
“No, oh, no, not that,” Danny wails when he sees Mila reaching for a thick black leather collar with studs.
“You signed the contract, idiot,” Mila said.
Mila puts it around his neck and locks it in place, using the same key that locks the wrist bonds, then she clips a chain to the collar.
Friedrich sits in a chair, holding the chain, pulling Danny forward, so the bonds around his thighs pull painfully.
“Now,” Mila said sweetly, smiling at the bound man, running the whip through her fingers. “Tell us how much you want to suck Friedrich’s cock and say you’re sorry for selling company secrets.”
Danny gazes up, the collar pulling hard at the back of her neck. Mila stands close to Friedrich, only a few feet from Danny’s staring eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry I stole the secrets.”
Mila smiles. “You can say that into his cock as you suck it. Now beg to be a good boy and suck cock.” Mila caresses the whip tail, stroking the plaited leather through her fingers.
“No, I can’t do that. I can’t do what you want.” Danny sobs.
The whip curls from Mila’s hand. The leather cut into his ass, biting a thin line across his flesh, the agony surging out, far worse than anything he’d suffered before. He jerks in the bonds, his splayed thighs throbbing, his hand trying to get back to protect his ass. The whip curls up over Danny’s head, then lashes down, biting another painful path over his ass cheeks.
“Ahhhhhhhh. Stop it, stop,” Danny screams.
His hands come up as he tries to pull at the chain on his collar, but Friedrich pulls harder, and Danny rocks, leather pulling against leather to hold the sub captive.
“No, no, ahhhhhhh,” Danny screams as another vicious lashing cuts his ass cheeks. Agony boils out of his flesh, and he gasps for air in the tight collar.
“Come on, boy.” Mila laughs, reaching for her panties and revealing her smooth-shaven mound; she slides her fingers into it, caressing her clit. “Tell me how much you wanna suck German cock.”
“Noooo,” Danny cries, tossing on the tabletop, his whole body stretched or whipped, throbbing with pain. “I can’t. I can’t. I’m not gay.”
Mila laughs, and the whip lashes out again, the leather cutting viciously into Danny’s ass. “Good, don’t give in yet, not yet.” Her hand sweeps up, lashing Danny’s ass with horrible accuracy.
“Noooo, please no,” Danny wails, his eyes pouring tears as he takes another stroke on his suffering ass.
Friedrich keeps the pressure on the chain until Danny is gasping. Then the whip lashes into his ass cheeks, setting off another terrible explosion of pain that bites through him. Mila’s lovely blonde hair tossed with every blow.
“Come on,” Mila shouts, rubbing her clit and lashing Danny’s shivering body. The whip beats Danny’s ass, and the bound man screeches. “More?” Mila whispers.
“Ahhhhhh,” Danny squeals as the whip bites into his ass cheeks.
He can feel his boxers tearing under the assault. Already a strip had fallen away. Danny screams and twists, the pain rushing over him until he knows he’ll have to give in, even to such a degrading thing as cocksucking. Nobody can hold out against the agony of that whip.
“No, no,” he screams, struggling, his stretched thighs aching along with the rest of his body as the whip cuts his crimson ass flesh. “Please, no more, no more.”
“Then beg to suck cock,” Mila yells, whipping Danny again, her fingers squeezing his balls. “God knows you’ve eaten his cum out of Sara’s and my pussy’s often enough.”
Danny gasps, his hips rolling, his groin thrusting out in obscene lust as Mila lashes Danny’s heaving ass.
“No, please, ahhhhhhh….”
“Beg to suck Friedrich’s cock,” Mila screams, her loins jerking as she suddenly orgasms, the domme’s fingers rubbing frantically over her hard clit.
“Ahhhhhhh, all right, I will,” Danny wails, feeling another whip cut.
“Beg!” Mila yells.
“Please, please,” Danny bawls, staring at the sight of Mila bringing herself off as she flails the whip.
“Please, what?” Mila yells, lashing between Danny’s legs and whipping his groin.
Danny almost loses his mind. The agony is more than he had ever known before. “Ahhhhhhh. Please, let me suck cock,” he wails, jerking helplessly in the bonds.
“Louder.”
“Please, ahhhhhhh, let me suck cock….”
“Are you gay for cock?” Mila demands.
The whip curls out and lashes into Danny’s balls. “Ahhhhhhhhh. Please, please, I’m gay for cock,” Danny screams, his whole body on fire with agony.
“Again,” Mila demands, her fingers blurring on her clit as she gasps and orgasms again, her pussy thrusting with each lash of her whip hand.
“Ahhhhhhhh. I’m gay for cock. Let me suck cock,” Danny yells, out of his mind with the pain as the whip swings faster and harder, beating into his groin and ass.
But nothing stops Mila. Her fingers rub harder, and her whip arm swings faster, lashing Danny’s ass and suffering balls with savage strokes.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Please, please, stop. Please, let me suck cock,” Danny screeches, gyrating in the bonds. He’s drenched with sweat as he stares at his tormentor, his body erupting with agony at each stroke.
“Beg harder, bitch,” Mila screams, laying the whip into Danny’s butt. “Yeah, yeah, beg, come on, beg.”
“Please, let me, please—Ahhhhhhhhhh—let me suck cock,” Danny screams, then collapses in the bonds as Mila gives a yell of satisfaction and draws the whip slowly over his heaving back.
Danny moans with pain as Mila continues the slow drag of the whip over his back. Mila gives low moans of satisfaction as she fondles her pussy gently.
“You never learn, Danny,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Give in before I start cumming, or after I’ve cum. It’s fucking useless when I’m cumming, baby. Because let me tell you, I will get satisfied, whatever you go through. Got that?”
“Yes, mistress,” Danny whispers.
“Now beg Friedrich to show you his great big cock.”
Danny is defeated, and he knows it. He raises his head. “Please, Friedrich, show me your cock.”
Instantly the whip cracks over her back and into his balls. “Great big cock,” Mila snaps.
“Ahhhhhhhhh. Yes, yes, great big cock. Show me your great big cock,” Danny begs.
“Now, wasn’t that easy?” Mila purrs, sliding her hand over Danny’s face. “You’ve got your hands free. Why don’t you take his cock out? Isn’t that a great idea?”
“Yes, mistress,” Danny whispers, his ass cheeks ringing with pain.
“So, ask him to come up where you can take his big cock out.”
“Please, Friedrich, please. Come here so I can take your big cock out,” Danny said robotically.
Friedrich comes to him with a horrible grin and hands the chain to Mila. The dominatrix takes it, then leans back on it, holding Danny tightly, the collar pulling at the back of his neck. Danny reaches for the zipper of Friedrich’s pants, his hands trembling, his eyes misty with tears. The chain between his wrists rattles and jiggles as he moves, reminding him of his shame. He can now see the bulge at the front of the German’s pants, making Danny’s throat heave with horror. Friedrich’s cock is enormous, and Danny’s fingers can hardly grab hold of the zipper. But Mila cracks the whip, and it’s incredible how fast Danny manages to pull the zipper down over the massive bulge until it doesn’t go any further.
Then he has to reach in and take hold of it. Danny’s legs ache, his ass cheeks throb, and he gasps in the collar, but manages to get his fingers inside, past Friedrich’s pants, and takes hold of his cock. Danny groans. His fingers are spasming on the massive thick shaft of flesh. He can hardly get his fingers around it, and the German’s cock throbs in the sub’s hand. Danny’s final subjugation has indeed turned on Friedrich. The German eases the thick shaft out, and Danny gives a terrible moan of horror. The sub has seen Friedrich’s cock many times, so the size is not shocking. There are ten inches of cock at least, all of them hard and ready, jerking a little in Danny’s hand.
“Kiss it,” Mila snaps.
Danny sighs, but he leans forward, kissing Friedrich’s enormous thick, round cockhead. It’s hot, jumping in the sub’s hand as his lips run over it. Danny moans and sighs, keeping his mouth on the German’s cock, running his lips over the rubbery flesh, touching it as little as possible.
“Lick it, lick all his cockhead,” Mila said.
“Please,” Danny begs. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the whip swinging over his back. “No, please, I’ll lick it—Ahhhhhhhhhh. Please, please….”
“Lick it. Tell us what a great cock it is, you beta bitch,” Mila orders, swinging the whip casually.
Danny licks Friedrich’s cockhead, his tears running over his cheeks, onto his lips, and then onto Friedrich’s cock. He holds the throbbing shaft, running his lips over his cockhead, avoiding the slit in the tip where all that pre-cum flows.
“Don’t you love it?” Mila hisses in Danny’s ear, pulling on the chain that ran to the factory foreman’s collar.
“Yes, yes,” Danny whispers, his tongue swirling over the hard flesh.
He’s picking up a sour, salty taste, and sure it’s urine. His stomach heaves, and he nearly vomits. But Danny manages to control himself.
“Tell us, you little shit, tell us how much you love to suck cock,” Mila went on, her voice quiet and menacing in Danny’s ear.
“Oh yes, I love to suck cock,” Danny wails, licking at the hard flesh.
Mila grips Danny’s blond hair. “Lick right into his slit, bitch.”
Danny struggles as he runs her tongue up and finally contacts the pee slit. He runs his tongue over it and tries to pull away at once, but Mila’s grip on his hair tightens.
“Do it until I tell you to stop,” she snaps.
Danny groans as he licks the pee slit, running his tongue over it, tasting drops of liquid that oozes from it. Danny shudders, knowing it’s pre-cum.
“Now, tell us how sorry you are for stealing company secrets,” Mila whispers, holding Danny’s hair as the blond man licks Friedrich’s cock.
Danny grips Friedrich’s cock tightly, his tongue running over his cockhead. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“And now you need to be punished for what you did,” Mila said, her voice as soothing as honey.
Mila then laughs and leans back, swinging the whip over Danny’s back once more, lashing the tip right between the man’s widespread thighs. The leather bites into his caged cock, and Danny wails in agony.
“I haven’t begun to punish you, slut,” Mila snaps. She leans on the sobbing man. “When I’ve finished with you, you’ll crawl over glass just to lick my ass.”
They laugh. Mila pinches Danny’s cheek, and the bound man gasps, shuddering at the tone of Mila’s voice. She is more pissed than when he arranged for her to gangbang the engineers.
“Now, suck that delicious cock.”
Danny’s lips slide over the thick male flesh, but he manages to take it without throwing up all over Friedrich’s pants.
“There now,” Mila said, keeping her grip on Danny’s hair as she moved the sex sub’s mouth over Friedrich’s cockhead. She pushes Danny’s head down until the cock fills his mouth, then pulls him up until the foreman’s lips just brush the wet flesh. “Now, beta bitch, tell us how much you need punishment for what you did,” Mila hisses, holding Danny’s hair tightly.
Danny burst into tears. His body aches, and the tendons in his crotch shriek with pain, stretched to the limit as they are. More of the slimy pre-cum oozes from Friedrich’s cock into Danny’s mouth, and he shudders at the horrible gooey, salty taste.
“Tell us,” Mila hisses.
“No, no,” Danny groans, his lips bubbling around Friedrich’s cockhead.
Mila lets go of his hair and grab the chain again, leaning on it until she can line the whip up properly.
“No, no,” Danny shrieks, trying to pull away from Friedrich’s cock, but the pressure on the chain is far too much.
He screams before the whip cuts into his ass cheeks, burning the most incredible pain through him. Mila beats him harder each time, or his ass cheeks are getting more sensitive. It doesn’t matter. The result is the same.
“No, please—Ahhhhhhhhhh. All right, I deserve to be punished, mistress.”
“That’s better,” Mila said, then let go of the chain.
Danny moans with relief as the pressure comes off the collar. But he still has to suck Friedrich’s cockhead, and the massive meat fills his mouth, almost blocking off his air. Danny breathes through his nose, bobbing on the thick cock, holding it in trembling hands. Then he feels the touch of Mila’s hands on his ass cheeks and breaks into fresh shudders of horror.
“Now, little slaves who admit they need punishment get special treats,” Mila said smoothly. She runs her hand over Danny’s torn boxers, caressing the crimson flesh underneath. She eases them over his ass cheeks. “They get even more treats when they beg for punishment for everything they’ve done wrong.” Her fingers move deeper between Danny’s thighs, reaching for his balls. “I know what turns you on only too well.”
Danny shrieks as Mila’s fingers run over his groin. He can’t stop Mila in any way at all. He trembles but keeps his mouth on Friedrich’s cock, running his tongue around the thick shaft, sucking on it, waiting in horrible expectation.
“You’re such a slut, Danny,” Mila asks, sliding his fingers over his caged cock. “Degradation and humiliation turn you on so much.”
Danny sighs. “No. I’m not a pervert, mistress.”
“Who do you think you’re kidding, bitch,” Mila said with a laugh, sliding her fingers inside Danny’s butt cheeks and touching his anus.
Then she spanks Danny hard, her hand slapping on the red flesh. Danny gives a jerk and a moan and pushes his mouth over Friedrich’s cock, sucking at it as best he can.
“Are you ready for your punishment?” Mila whispers.
Danny groans and sucks at Friedrich’s cockhead, feeling it heave in his hand as he chokes and pulls back. “Please don’t. I can’t take the pain.”
“You’ll take what I tell you to take,” Mila hisses. “This is your last chance. Tell me you’re ready for punishment.”
Danny can’t do it. He screams, pulling his mouth off Friedrich’s cock, struggling to free his wrists from the bonds.
“You know when I’m gonna stop whipping you?” Mila asks, taking the chain and leaning back on it. “When you’ve sucked down every last drop of Friedrich’s cum. Do it fast, and he’ll cum fast. Fight it, and your ass will be a bloody mess after I’ve done with you.”
She leans on the chain, pulling Danny’s head down, then lashes the whip over his back. The pain drives Danny out of his mind. The whip lashes in again, beating the most terrible pain into his body. Every muscle in his body is tense as he feels the whip lash over his back, beating right between his spread thighs, lashing into his balls. The agony surges, shrieking through Danny’s nerves, and he jerks and wails.
But Friedrich’s cock bobs at her lips, and he knows Mila will do what she promised. In a mist of pain, Danny stares at Friedrich’s fucker. Another drop of pre-cum oozes from his pee slit. The pain cuts through him, and he has to give in. Even a mouth full of jizz wouldn’t be as bad as the agony of the terrible whip.
“Yeah, suck it, bitch, suck that cock,” Mila yells as she leans back on the chain and whips the heaving man. “Suck it good. Take that cum. Come on. I wanna watch you suck cock, bitch.”
Mila lashes Danny hard, her hand swinging around, whipping his caged cock and red balls or ass with a sickening slap.
Danny takes the thick, round ball of Friedrich’s cock between his lips, letting it fill his mouth as he sucks it. He has no idea what will please the German since he’s never sucked a cock before, but Danny knows he better find out or take even more pain. The whip lashes his ass cheeks, and his groans and grunts bubble from around the hard flesh. In rising desperation, Danny rams his mouth down on Friedrich’s cock and tries to get the massive cockhead to slide into his throat. Instantly he gags, despite another stroke of the whip on his ass cheeks.
“Yeah, do it again,” Mila yells, whipping Danny’s caged cock.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” Danny screams, ramming his mouth back down Friedrich’s cock.
The thick hard cockhead thrusts at his throat, and he gags, the bile in his stomach flooding. Friedrich takes hold of Danny’s hair. He holds the bound sex sub’s mouth deep on his cock, just at the point where his cockhead pushes at the entrance to Danny’s throat. Then, as the whip cuts into his ass cheeks again, he pushes down on Danny’s head.
Danny’s moans come out muffled around the thick German cock. The agony soars through him, and his throat opens a little, taking Friedrich’s cockhead inside just for a moment. Almost instantly, he begins to gag, but Friedrich’s already hauling Danny’s head up, and the sub gasps for breath, tears wetting his face.
Before he can scream, the whip lashes his ass cheeks, and Friedrich shoves Danny’s head back down. His throat spasms, taking another gulp of German’s cockhead. His throat squirms over his cock, and Friedrich gives a low gasp of pleasure, fucking his cock deeper. Danny gags and pulls his mouth back.
“Oh, God, help me,” Danny moans, jerking on the tabletop, his body throbbing with pain.
But the whip is already in the air, and his scream is cut off by the ramming invasion of Friedrich’s cock, filling his mouth and thrusting even deeper into his throat. His cockhead enters, sending Danny into convulsions. But the gagging diminishes, and he takes his cock, his fingers trembling around Friedrich’s shaft before the German pulls his head up, and he groans with pain and humiliation.
“You’re learning,” Mila yells, the whip curling in her hand.
“No, no—Mmmmmmm,” Danny wails as his head rams down Friedrich’s cock.
The whip cuts into his caged cock. Agony bites him, and his throat opens, taking more of the enormous cock. His neck bulges, his throat spasms, and he jerks, his head bobbing so fast he swallows another inch of Friedrich’s cock before the gagging set in, and the German pulls him up by the hair.
“Hey, ain’t this fun?’ Mila giggles.
Danny makes a muffled moan as his head slams down onto Friedrich’s cock. This time the agony of the whip-stroke set off a series of deep, rocking spasms in Danny as Friedrich’s cockhead sinks into his throat. His whole body is twitching.
Above him, Friedrich gasps as he rams his cock right to the hilt between the man’s lips. Danny’s throat fills and twitches with pain as the cockhead pushes deeper. The massive shaft holds there for a second, deep in Danny’s mouth. Then Friedrich lets Danny’s head up, and every inch of the sub’s throat shudders around the German cock, sucking at it in desperation. Finally, his lips are back at the cock tip, and he’s giving a scream of release, sobbing helplessly.
The whip is already swinging in the air, and Friedrich’s grip on Danny’s hair tightens. The sub gasps for breath, the cockhead at his lips. Friedrich pushes on her head, and his cock slides back between Danny’s lips, filling his mouth. Pain breaks out in his caged cock and balls. His throat opens and spasms as the enormous cock fill it, raping his mouth. Danny’s lips slide to the base of Friedrich’s cock and collide with the material of his business suit.
His gurgling scream bursts around Friedrich’s cock as it stuffs his throat. Suddenly the whip lands across his ass cheeks. Danny jerks, his throat throbbing, exploding with pain. His head is pumping up and down, his throat spasming and sucking at the monstrous cock buried inside it. He hears Friedrich gasp with lust as his cock swells.
The whip lands again, right across his balls, and his widespread thighs tremble with pain. His throat pumps at Friedrich’s cock, his lips tighten around the shaft, his fingers clutching at the inch or so of the shaft emerging from his mouth.
They hold him there for stroke after stroke of the terrible whip. His head moves frantically, his screams emerging around the thick fleshy shaft of Friedrich’s cock. His ass pulsates as the whip lashes it. Friedrich’s cock thrusts into his throat, filling his mouth, throbbing with lust. His throat spasms around it, and he can feel the cock getting even stiffer under his frantic sucking. The agony from his ass cheeks surges through him.
Friedrich keeps his grip on his hair, the German’s ass moving in rhythm to the whip’s lash as the pressure builds in his balls. He thrusts his cock in and out of Danny’s throat. It begins to twitch and jerk in his throat, the cockhead still swelling. More of the pre-cum ooze from his pee slit and slides straight into Danny’s stomach. The whip lashes his ass cheeks, and Friedrich suddenly pulls his head up, holding his mouth at his cock tip.
“Yeah, now isn’t that just what you wanted, bitch?” Friedrich yells. “I’ve seen how your mouth watered whenever you watched me fuck Mila or Sara. You’ve been gagging for this cock for months now.”
Danny gasps as he holds onto the shaft for dear life. Mila lashes his ass cheeks again.
“Beg to have my cock down your throat again so you can stop the whip!” Friedrich yells, his swollen cockhead rubbing at Danny’s lips. Danny moans and tries to lunge his head down to take the cock, but the German holds him up by the hair. “Beg,” he snaps.
“No, no—Ahhhhhhh. Please, please, let me suck your cock,” Danny wails, his body erupting again with the agony of the whip.
“Yeah,” Friedrich shouts, then slams Danny’s mouth down on his cock, fucking his rigid boner right past the man’s lips.
The whip lashes his groin once more as he takes Friedrich’s cock to the limit in his throat. He shudders. Pain soars through him, making him shiver and jerk. His throat spasms under the surge of pain, and he sucks at Friedrich’s cockhead until the German’s leaning back and moaning with lust.
“Ooh, fuck, not long now,” Friedrich moans.
His hand grips Danny’s hair tighter, ramming the man’s head down on his cock, forcing those lips back to the base of his ten-inch cock, raping his cockhead down the sub’s throat.
Danny screams in continuous wails as he sucks on Friedrich’s massive cock with all he has. His lips hold around Friedrich’s cock base as his throat spasms in pain, getting the German off. He feels the surge of Friedrich’s jizz as it swells the shaft. The German groans, jerking his ass up, ramming his cock harder into Danny’s throat. His thick, round cockhead jerks in the factory foreman’s throat, and as a stroke of the whip sends Danny into a screaming fit of agony, the first jet of semen gushes out of the piss slit and vanishes into the sub’s stomach.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Friedrich moans, holding Danny’s hair, his cock spurting jizz, his ass jerking. “Ooh, yesss. That’s nice. No one has ever deep-throated me, but you have, bitch. Whip him, Mila, whip the little shit.”
Friedrich’s cock spurts thick wads of jizz, his hands gripping Danny’s hair until it hurts.
“My pleasure,” Mila yells, lashing Danny’s ass, beating the plaited leather into his flesh.
“Swallow it, taste it, bitch,” Friedrich yells, pulling Danny’s mouth up his cock until his piss slit is right between the sub’s lips.
Semen gushes out of the cock and fills Danny’s shuddering mouth with its sticky, salty taste. He coughs in disgust, but the whip lashes him, and jizz is all over his mouth. Some of the horrible goo slips out. He gags as another jet of hot white sperm gushes over his tongue.
“Yeah, bitch, I think we need to make better use of you in the future,” Friedrich said, his cockhead sliding in and out of Danny’s soft wet mouth. “I’ll teach you to sell my secrets. Suck it all up, come on.”
The last thick gobs of jizz burst out of Friedrich’s cock over his lips. Danny sobs, waiting. He holds Friedrich’s shaft, working it with his trembling fingers. Jizz runs over his lips, and Friedrich gives his cock another heave, burying it in Danny’s mouth for a while, letting the semen drain out of it while he takes the full measure of satisfaction from the situation. Danny sobs as he sucks the still-hard flesh gently, feeling it settle in his mouth. As before, Danny becomes aware of the pain all over his body when the whip stops.
His thighs are still stretched and shake with the pain. His back and neck ache, and there are cramps all over his body. Mila’s finger slides in and takes up a small gob of sperm from Danny’s lips.
“Clean it up,” she said. “I know you like the taste. God knows you’ve eaten it from my pussy enough.” Danny licks submissively and takes the sticky gob, swallowing it as fast as possible. “Would you like to get off the table?” Mila whispers as Friedrich slides his cock out.
“Yes, please, mistress.”
Danny sighs as the bonds come off. He falls off the table and rolls on the floor, moaning with agony as he straightens his legs. The sub rubs his leg muscles, and a sudden rush of fresh pain gushes from that contact, but Danny still has the chains on his wrists and can’t do a thing about it. He lies there, gasping and groaning, his legs and ass throbbing with pain.
Mila said to Friedrich, “I can’t believe he got all ten inches of that cock down his throat. I can’t even do that.”
The German shrugs. “It’s amazing what the right motivation can do. Now you have to get Sara to sign the contract.”
Mila nods. “It’ll be harder. She’s married and loves her husband, but I’ll get it done. master.”
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