Buddies warehouse two

Axel, come here and take my whip."

Axel runs over, takes the whip Danke hands to him. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the smile on his happy face. I turn my head to see him take position. He looks like a kid with a brand new toy. A clumsy kid: the whip doesn't crack properly. I smile. Axel returns my look with soft eyes, his dick hard.

"Take your time. Make the thong rise straight up and lower it at once."

Axel wets his lips with his tongue, concentrates, bends his knee as he rocks his arm, flings the whip down with an ear-popping crack. Yet, already the thong is rising up again for a second round, and a third. I surrender my head to Danke's fist who presses my mouth and nose to the viscous fabric around his cock.

"Aim for the loins!"

The bitch lets goThe sting hurts so bad, I twist and moan. I stick my tongue all the way out, press it to the nauseous puke. Already, the whip whistles, and, once more, the popper slashes down. As I keep on licking, I wiggle and twist to avoid the whip's burning bites.

"Seems the bitch is going with the program now."

"Yeah, she doesn't lick too bad!"

The whip settles down a bit. My nose is buried on Danke's thigh, and I lick the scratchy cloth, unable to breathe.

"When she's through cleaning you, I'll pick up her training. I've got a feeling to turn her into a super-bitch at your boots, guys!"

Axel underlines his joyful words with a series of cracks from his whip that make me shiver. Danke pushes my head down.

"On all fours, swine! Clean that shit you spilled on my boots."

It's true: there are traces of drool on the shiny smooth leather. I eagerly lick at them.

"Lick harder, bitch. I wanna feel your tongue on my calf through my boot, ya hear? Axel, whip that fucking worm to make him pick up the pace."

On all fours, I lick with all my strength the well-filled boot shaft while the big whip lacerates my loins. I raise my eyes. My master is jacking off, his face twisted in such an excited smile, I shiver. His cheeks hollow in; his mouth puckers; his lips curl up; a huge spitball shoots out and lands on my forehead.

"Get down on your back, slave."

I obey. Danke rubs a sole on my forehead as he jacks off, and then he puts it on my mouth.

"Lick my spit off my boot sole, dirtbag."

Axel has gotten closer. Tim and Rudolph have joined him. I am raising my head a bit to lick the sole, and I can guess the shape of other boots beyond the huge leather foot that fills my sight. My tongue tastes the gooey spit, the rugged sole. Danke pants loudly. I try to jack off, but a boot crushes my wrist down.

"Did we say you could touch your dick, little fag?"

The voice belongs to Rudolph. Danke is breathing louder now. The sole twists and crushes my face. A warm shower lands on my belly as the boot pulls back.

"Jeeeeeez! The bitch sure made me blow my wad!"

"You mean, she emptied your balls"

"We'll have to see about that. For now, I leave her with you, guys."

Axel who has backed off, cracks his whip.

"She's mine now!"

"Give her a break!"

It's Tim who's standing up for me. He takes a hanky from his pocket, squats down, and starts to gently clean me up.

"Mommy hen and her little chick!"

The joke comes from Rudolph. Tim doesn't pay him any attention: "Certainly, he's my little chick, isn't he? I brought him to you still hot."

Tim has turned me over and is straddling my back as he keeps rubbing me.

"They weren't kind with you my buddies, were they? Shit, he's all bruised up! Y'all gotta take it easy with the whip, guys!"

Axel laughs: "Oh, motherfucker! Maybe you weren't hard when Danke was whipping his ass a while back!"

"Touché, Knuckles. But at least, Danke knows how to use a whip, man! I bet you're the one who hurt my baby."

"Yeow! OK! OK! I'll be careful!"

I have seen the red marks on my chest, and I can imagine the ones on my back as Tim's caresses revive the delightful pain. He flips me over once more, stands up to don a condom, straddles me once more, and begins to pinch my tits, pushing and twisting in a way that makes me unbearably hot. He smiles. His eyes are golden green, the hairs on his round cheeks blond. My hard dick bends to reach to his belly. I can feel his between my legs. He flips me over. I lift my ass. In front of me, Axel, legs spread, holds his whip with both hands; he bends his knees to stick his dick in my mouth. I blow him while Tim fucks me.

"The bitch needs this!"

Tim plows my ass. Axel pulls on my hair. I manage to suck him off as I should, my mouth full, my ass full. And I open my ass a bit more to feel Tim's cock hit bottom. Axel has pulled back and turns my head up to his eyes: "you're gonna be my bitch now. Say you wanna be my bitch!"

I don't answer because I pant as Tim holds on to my shoulders as he pumps me like a jackhammer. He squeezes me and finally pulls me back as he comes. Just as he releases me, Axel cracks his whip.

"Heel, bitch!"

I scamper over to Axel's boots, my dick up, all the more eager to be a slave to this youthful, impatient Master now that I've just had my ass reamed out.

When I get to his feet, he takes a quick step backward and taps his boots with his whip.

"Come on, bitch, jump to your master."

I jump and rubs my head against Axel's boots. He rubs my skull. Then he starts again.

"Come on, faster! . . . That's it, bitch. Lick your master's boots now."

I lick the foot of his boots as I keep my chin to the floor.

"Great! Off to the door now, and come back as fast as you can when I whistle."

Alex underlines his order with a crack from his formidable whip.

I take off on all fours towards the door, wait, turn around when my master whistles just as one whistles for his dog. Axel is squatting; he's holding in his left hand a stick horizontal.

"Go on, hop over, bitch. Hop!"

I hope over the stick, and, as I run on, I hear the whip crack and hands clap.

"Stop! Not bad. But you're a bit heavy, dog. I wanna see you rush when I whistle."

I rush when I hear his whistle, but I run out of breath. The stick is higher. I touch it with my legs as I hop. Rudolph is bent over laughing. Danke says, "Can you see what it's gonna take to make that bitch limber?"

Axel stands up and kicks me with his boots on the ass and the ribs.

"Lazy ass! Scumbag! I'm gonna limber you up!"

He throws the stick to the back of the warehouse.

"You'd better hurry and bring me that stick back in your snout!"

I set off as fast as I can for the stick, bites it, comes back with the stick in my maw to my master who's standing open-mouthed, eyes smiling. I drop the stick in front of his boots. Axel pats my head.

"You see, bitch, when you put your mind to it! . . . Now, you're gonna run for your stick barking."

Alex throws the stick again. I go get it without hurrying, without barking, feeling myself getting harder as I'm provoking my master. When I come back, stick in mouth, my eyes are riveted on Axel's face, his pout, his devouring eyes. I drop the stick at his boots as though nothing had happened. Axel pats my head tenderly.

"So you think you can laugh at me, little bitch! You wanna laugh at me!"

His rod is as high as it gets. With his other hand, he shakes the whip to uncoil it. He steps back without hurry. His eyes shine. I get into a fetal position and beg: "Mercy, master! I won't do it again, master!"

Axel whips his bitchThe long whip wraps itself around me, stinging. Axel whips with large moves, a beaming smile, showing perfect mastery of the leather muscle as I roll over from one side to the other to dodge its bite.

"Bark, bitch!"

I bark, mixing my cries with the whistling sounds of the whip as it undulates, laps, slashes at my back and thighs.

"Beg for forgiveness!"

"Forgive me, master! Forgive me, master!"

"Crawl to my boots!"

I crawl, crushing my hard dick, to Axel's boots. He leans back, legs spread. He has coiled the whip and holds it parallel to his dick, shaking.

"Axel, I wanna take care of your dog for a bit."

It's Rudolph who said that between two sips of beer. Axel picks the stick up. Rudolph spreads his boots apart. The stick lands under the sofa.

"Git, bitch!"

I set off on all fours, not too fast, somewhat afraid to get close to Rudolph. He has put his beer down, and I can guess by his look what I'm gonna have to go through. The slap I get when I am within reach is terrible. It makes me fall on my side. Rudolph leans over me: "get up, doggie."

I beg with my eyes as I get up, but it's only to get another slap on the other cheek that sends me sprawling again. That's too much. I step back, but Axel's whip slashes my back.

"Fetch the stick, I said"

I try to dash my head between Rudolph's boots, but he brings his knees together, trapping me, grabbing my hair. His look is at the same time soft and fierce, his smile a snicker. He nods as he looks me up and down.

He takes his time slapping my face: one well-thought out slap with the whole width of his hand.

"Bark!"

He says it slowly, softly. I bark. Rudolph sneers in satisfaction. He slaps me with his other hand, just as slowly.

"Bark!"

I bark, and it goes on. My cheeks sting and burn, but my cock is hard. I can't believe how hot I feel as I take Rudolph's slap, even though I cry every time I bark. Rudolph sips some more beer. His hard dick begins to droop a bit. He grabs my hair again, and, all of a sudden, pisses all over my face: a strong, warm spray.

"Open your bitch trap!"

But I keep my mouth closed. The piss flows down my torso. Rudolph pulls my head back and ends up pissing on the floor. Then he pulls my hair and forces my face to the floor.

"Lick your master's piss, slave."

As he says this, he pushes on my head with his boot. Axel cracks the whip.

"Lick my buddy's piss, bitch!"

I lick, I lick the pool of piss. Rudolph is standing up. Danke has joined us. Axel runs over. Tim soon follows. I am completely spread out on my belly as I lick now, and all around the pool of piss, high boots stand and shine. The piss has mixed up with the dirt to make a sweetish mud. They want to see my face. I turn over and present it to my masters who are jacking off. They've all rubbed their soles in the pissing mud. Now, they make me lick them in turn, finally allowing me to jack off. I'm but a pissy piece of garbage sprawled at their feet as I get close to cumming with them in an explosion of joy and milky warm shower that drowns my memories. . .


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