Young Masters II

Author: joe42
Title: Young Masters II
Date: 02 February 2019

From the wide spread face of the cunt came only a squeak and gurgle as she now tilted forward. D. goes into the next room to get the bullwhip. Without warning, he now begins to whip the carcass. He takes far out and whips with full force, so that pussy it really feels through leather and rubber through: "Lick my piss up, stupid fat face! You're too stupid to drink, so you lick every drop off the floor!" He whips in a fixed rhythm as he speaks. "Can you get it off the floor in the future, my dick in your face would be a reward and it'd have to be disinfected every time it was in your vomit face?"

Pig licks always further, as if she could escape with it the hard whip blows. But it has already become an automatism for them to obey. The top, over thirty years younger, has found the right tone and the right way for it. With each of the more than 70 lashes, his messages arrive in it head, but they do not generate any questions for it. The force with which he slaps the whip on it carcass shows it almost more than his words. She does not think, she obeys, works, wants to carry out his orders so that he is satisfied, the whip lashes stop.

"Lick up every drop, stupid cunt!" he commands it as he now brutally breaks apart it hind legs and grabs the hanger. He only needs two three milking movements until the semi-rigid rod in his hand begins to grow again. "Wow, what a disgusting fake you are," he says as he sternly ties it now hard cock, "He who has let you top him would puke if he now sees what a disgusting mascot you are. Oh, come on, anyone who's ever had anything to do with you!" He has now got up, kicks it in the upstretched ass with full force, gives it a few lashes with the whip. The cattle continues to lick, although no drop of piss can be found any more. It doesn't think anymore, it just obeys, doesn't even notice that the master is going next door to get some things.

The cattle continues to lick, while the young master straps on its electric collar tightly and closes it. He gives it several electrical shocks until he is satisfied with the strength of the impulses. Only when practically the whole carcass of the pig is twitching, he is satisfied: "One impulse means "Stop!", two impulses mean "Continue", he tells it "dirt-face" and immediately starts the test. For a few minutes he tries out whether the cattle has understood him, then he pulls it by the collar into the open kitchen. "Let's see if there's anything left that I can use such fat old filth for. “Lecklappen raus und Küche pig!” he orders, first takes a coffee and makes himself comfortable on the couch. The clacking of the steel jaws on the kitchen cupboards disturbs him, so he now gets up, goes to the kitchen area and stops the cattle at the push of a button. "I'm going to take the spreader off so you can get into the corners with the tongue, cunt cleaner. He tells the cattle coldly, takes out the spreader, pushes the button twice and then watches the tied rubber cattle for a moment. It really gets him going that the creature on the floor is afraid of him, for a few minutes he lets it stop and continue at the push of a button.

Now he takes some photos and a short video of the old pig and sends them by WhatsApp. It doesn't take long and he gets the expected answer. During the next hour the old pig licks every millimeter of the kitchen floor, as soon as he slows down, he gets an electric reminder from the young master. He mercilessly increases the strength of the electric shocks, he enjoys changing the duration again and again. In between he gets up every now and then to give the dirty bastard a few blows with the bull whip. He knows that today is the decisive day to make it clear to the old cattle that he is serious, that there is no way back. And every kick, every electric shock, every lash brings it closer to its new life, its real nature.