The Buddies' Warehouse

Tim stops in front of a warehouse. He tells me to hop off, that he's going to introduce me to his buddies. He says that with a weird smile. I can't hide my surprise; we were supposed to go directly to his room. Tim takes my shoulder tenderly and steers me to the gate: "my buddies are real nice." He knocks on the corrugated steel. Three taps. It slides off. . . "This is Axel 'Knuckles'," Tim says. He's talking about the guy who just opened the door, the ill-shaven doll-faced one. Got a boxer's nose on him too.

Two hurricane lamps light the warehouse, hooked to rafters. They make a high boot propped against a sofa shine. The other boot is on the ground. "Stomper Danke," Tim tells me, his arm still resting on my shoulder. Stomper has one elbow on his knee, his fist under his square chin. A long face peppered with blond hairs. "Say, Rudolph, look at the fag Tim's found for us!" Axel is shaking the guy with the brown boots, lying on the sofa.

Rudolph lifts his head with a slight grunt. He has cat's eyes with light brown eyebrows. A cleft in his chin underlines the sneaky severity of his mouth.

I can feel Rudolph's eyes on me.

"Tim, lemme see your fag, OK?"

Tim drags me to the boy with the brown boots who has sat up.

"Kneel down, babe, so I can see whether my buddy has good taste."

Bitch-slappingTim presses down on my shoulder.

"Show Rudy your cute mug, honey."

I kneel down. Rudolph's hand slides down my front, caresses my cheek.

"The skin of a girl. The bitch has such a girly skin."

Rudolph's hand suddenly moves back and slaps me so hard my head shakes. I move to get up, but Tim presses his hand on my shoulder and Rudolph runs his through my hair.

"Calm down, babe, calm down. Already a nice red imprint on the bitch's face! I like it."

Right away, Rudolph's gloved hand slaps my other cheek and half my face with it. My cheek is on fire, and Rudolph sneers viciously. His eyebrows lift in candor. Unexpected backslap. Both my cheeks are burning now. I'm getting hard.

"Mmmhhh! You know, you've really got a face made for slapping, babe."

I look up to Tim, begging.

"Be nice, honey. Be nice to my buddy. He likes to slap fags around, but he's not bad."

Before Tim finishes, one after the other, Rudolph throws two huge slaps my way, and smiles as he really enjoys it. I am weak in the knees and feel tears well up my eyes.

"Fuck, Rudy, those were really good!"

That comment comes from Axel, one leg folded on the sofa on my tormentor's left.

Another slap. Rudolph looks me over with an amused curiosity.

"She's about to cry, my little chick."

Hardly a rest before a new pair of slaps. The pain burns my cheeks. I beg in a pitiful voice, "Stop!"

Rudolph rubs my hair: "Come on little fag, little piece of shit. Weren't you ever taught to say, 'please, Sir!'?"

A new pair of slaps aimed carefully.

"Stop, please, Sir."

"Lick my boot, you piece of trash."

I can feel a booted foot on my knee. Tim pushes on my shoulder. Rudolph has put his hand on my head and tries to bend me over. I resist. Axel is hitting his fist in his hand.

"Wait, Rudy, my turn now. I'm gonna work the bitch's guts over."

Rudolph grabs my ear: "Get up, babe. My buddy wants to practice."

I try to fight my way out, but Tim has grabbed my arm and is holding me in place by twisting it behind my back. He walks me up to Axel who's standing, booted legs spread apart. Knuckles bends back with a winning smile and keeps hitting his fist in his hand.

The fist comes from below. Knuckles' tongue pushes his meaty cheek out. His eyes shine. I bend reflexively when he digs into my stomach. Knuckles at work on the fag's bellyThe pain is gut-deep, vibrating. Axel's filled cheek wrinkles with a smile. The other fist is in position. The eyes seem softer. The fist digs in near my hard cock. I can feel Tim's dick against my ass. His hand is caressing the nape of my neck. He's whispering in my ear, "you're turning me on, boy!" Axel keeps on hitting and smiling, a soft, irresistible smile. His blows are hollow, as though in slow motion, almost languishing. Danke's voice: "he's mine next." Danke still has one hand under his chin, elbow on knee, boot on sofa. The contempt I see in his eyes scares and fascinates me. Axel is digging my belly with his fist, leaning over me, eyes burning. "All right, I'll let you go."

"Careful, gentlemen, our friend Danke is getting turned on. All hell's gonna break loose!" Rudolph slurs.

"Don't waste him," Tim says as he holds me in his arms from behind and rubs his hard dick on my ass.

"Handsome Tim is in love," Rudolph chuckles.

"Axel opens his hand, squeezes my cheeks in a vise and twists my face: "I was sure Tim would end up protecting fags." He says that with a voice that wants to be evil but where I can feel some desire. Tim squeezes me and rubs my skull: "you say that, guy, because you're hot to screw him. Danke too, I bet!"

"Fucking faggots, let go of that worm. I'm gonna show you how a real guy trains a bitch!" Danke has taken his foot of the sofa and is standing up. Tim is still caressing me: "Say, Danke! You went along when we said we'd pick up a fag and play with him a bit, so don't you go play the straight arrow now. I didn't pick up this bugger so we'd beat him up and we'd have the cops on our tail!"

"Cool it, Tim. I ain't gonna wreck your fag. I'm just gonna turn him into a bitch."

"You got a magic wand," Axel asks laughing as Tim lets go of me.

"Yeah, I got one guys, and I'm gonna show you!" Danke says as he walks to a light brown bag on the sofa. Out of it, he pulls an enormous, shiny black whip. "Sit down guys. The show is on!"

Danke is standing in the middle of the warehouse. My throat is tight in front of that thug with a crew cut who's leaning back on his tall boot. Danke taps it absentmindedly with the coils of his long whip.

"Step under the light, fag!"

I step slowly forward, hardly able to breathe, already mesmerized by the whip master who wouldn't even look down upon me, his head lolling on one side, a sneer of superiority on his face.

"Strip!"

No way. I am not going to surrender like this. I want to fight back. I even sport a shit-eating grin in spite of my nervousness. Axel saw it: "Your bitch's laughing at you!"

The bitch mocks DankeDanke's pout is suddenly harsher. His hand uncoils the strap, moves back, comes to the front, raises, causing the black snake to lift and twist with a crack that upsets me. Still, I stand my ground. There we go! Danke's eye is stabbing at me, making me shiver. His legs bend. His arm turns. Already, my hand tries to protect my neck, but it's too late. A line of pain crosses my belly as the whip cracks. I beg, "Mercy! I obey."

I start to unbutton my shirt nervously. Danke has resumed his former position. Same sneer on his face lolling to the side. Same superior stance that a tamer takes to crack his long leather whip. "Slow down, fag! I want you to strip like a whore."

The gang is chuckling. I undo the buttons more slowly. Danke is looking at me, his lip still pouting, his whip fretting: "Wiggle your hips!"

I hardly move my hips. Danke has thrown his arm back. Already, the strap is coming back at me and cuts my side. "Wiggle your hips like a whore, I said!"

I take my shirt off as I wiggle my hips. Danke's pout is starting to turn into a satisfied, atrocious smile. I'm fully hard. Danke rotates his arm in a grand gesture; the strap flies towards me almost in slow speed, wraps around my chest, caressing me. I can feel my pussy wet, and I open my mouth.

"Stick your tongue out, bitch!"

I stick my tongue out, eyes looking straight at my Master as I unbuckle my belt. Once again, Danke cracks his whip on the side but this time with a larger gestures that has him extend his arm completely over his head.

"Keep on wiggling, slut."

I wiggle my hips, and Danke keeps on cracking his whip in a beat, as though he were beating time to my lascivious dance. Tim whistles in admiration. Axel groans: "Fuck that whore! Oh! You've gotta leave her to me, Danke! Oh! I'm gonna take good care of her!"

I've taken my pants off, and my glans is sticking out of my briefs. I roll my head around at the same time as I wiggle my hips, my tongue out, my dick as hard as ever, and the whip keeps cracking and cracking again. Finally, I take my briefs off. I display to all present my hard cock, its head reaching up to my navel. Danke has stopped cracking his whip. His look, his smile are wanton. With his arm up, he aims for my penis and lands the strap. As the leather licks my belly, it seems to me he's taken ownership of me. His voice is distant and almost soft as he says, "Now, you're going to get down on all fours!"

But I don't feel like getting down on all fours. I feel like being disobedient, and I shake my head no as I smile. Danke smiles back in return. "You want us to beg you, little fag? Is that it? You want us to beg you?"

I've crossed my forearms, hands on my shoulders. I feel more naked than ever before my booted trainer who's getting ready to bend my will with his whip. My heart beats as I see him take position, take aim, and throw the long leather muscle at me with a scolding smile. The strap wraps around my shoulder, cutting, and the popper burns my hand.

But the pain has nothing to do next to Danke's look of pure domination, the lordly arrogance of his jaw, his silent mastery as he gets ready to whip me again with his big whip. I hurl myself on all fours, overwhelmed.

Danke lifts his square chin to acknowledge his own triumph. He corrects his position to be able to crack his whip vertically.

"Heel, dog! Scamper over here and heel!"

My knees and hands touch the cold cement floor, my eyes no higher than Danke's tall boots as he stands there in front of me. To my left, I can see Rudolph's and Axel's as they lie back on the sofa, soles up. I can feel my heavy dick stand up to my belly. Axel interjects, "Fuck! That bitch!" I am already at Danke's feet, head between his boots. I turn my eyes to his chin with a submissive look, and I notice at once his growing package. Danke places the heel of his boot on my skull: "Have you ever seen dogs with their knees on the ground? I'm gonna teach you to be on all fours, animal!"

Danke presses his heel on the nape of my neck and straps my thighs as I raise my knees from the floor. Finally, he takes his foot off, but only to kick my butt.

"Your ass! I want your ass to stick out!. . . Yeah, like that. . . There, now you're starting to look like a dog. Good, now start circling me. Keep your ass out, bitch!"

I obey my master; I walk in circles, ass up, around him, but I haven't been made three turns when the whip slashes my side.

"Better than that, your ass! Ass out, I said."

"He's serious, Danke!" exclaims Axel.

"That's nothing. You'll see later on. . . OK, go on faster now dog! Faster!"

Danke's whip cracks, first in the air, and then again on my ribs. I try as hard as I can to go faster; I pant; I moan as the whip slashes again into me.

Danke's boot forces the bitch's head down"Good. Lie down now. Down, better than that. Snout on the floor."

Danke crushes my head with his boot to illustrate his point. And just as soon, a kick on the ass.

"Now, get up doggie! Come on, run! Stop. Down. Good. Crawl to your master's boots now."

I crawl, my balls heavy with juice, my dick hard rubbing against the cold cement, towards Danke's boots.

"Lick now, dog. Lick your master's boots."

I would have licked without my master telling me to as I feel completely under his boot now.

"Dog's happy now, so he wags his ass. Better than this. And he licks at the same time."

Wagging my ass, I lick the high black shiny, smelly shaft with broad swipes of my tongue and look up into Danke's horny stare as he bends over me, beyond the fullness of his groin.

"Bark now, dog, show us you're happy. Bark!"

I let out a shy, "woof! woof!"

I hear a chuckle from the sofa.

"Your dog's got a cold!" Rudolph says laughing.

Danke grabs my ear, stabs me with his blue eyes, speaks in an unmoved voice between his teeth: "You're gonna bark, bitch! You're gonna bark so they can hear you a mile away!"

He steps back and uncoils the whip with large gestures, leans back on his boots, legs spread, rotates his arm before cracking the whip in front of him.

I really bark at that point, a resounding, plaintive bark, but the strap sails once more through the air and crashes down on my back, cutting through my being.

"Bark louder, bitch!"

And I bark with all my strength: "WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!" The warehouse reverberates. Tim, Axel, and Rudolph gloat.

"Go on! Run in circles and bark on, dog!"

I run on all fours, barking so loud, I lose my breath.

Rudolph's the first one to take his dick out, soon followed by Axel and Tim. Big, hard dicks raise up in the shadow. Danke's mouth sneers. He cracks his whip as he parades around like a circus tamer. I go on barking, go on running on all fours. The other young males let out excited "yeah's" as they jack off, sprawled on the sofa. I push my ass out, beg with little yaps, feeling like a bitch all over.

Danke has taken his dick out too without even stopping his whip-cracking. It stands out over me like a baton at the ready. My tamer coils his strap now, his mouth half-open.

"Heel, bitch!"

I crawl to my master's boots.

"Beg, bitch, front paws folded. Yeah, that's it. You're a good bitch. You've earded your master's dick. Later you can go on and suck my buddies. Open your trap!"

I open my maw. Danke fills it with his hard-on, choking me. I gag. Danke pulls his dick out, but only to be able to slap me so hard my ears ring.

"Try to puke, bitch. I'll have you lick up your puke with my whip!" Danke has grabbed my hair. "Open your trap again!"

I open. Danke's hard-on pushes in, burrows in force as he holds my head with his fist. In, out, in. I breathe all I can. I manage to blow him like a pro, but that big cock pushes deeper and deeper into my throat. Below that, I can feel some rumbling. A tepid and chunky drool starts up, rockets out, sprays all over Danke's crotch.

"Argh! Fucking sewer pig! It puked on me!"

Danke has pulled his dick out. He has slapped and backslapped me so fast, I feel like crying.

"You're gonna clean that puke up, bitch. You're gonna lick it all up."

I dare shake my head no, keeping my mouth shut.

"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!"

(to be continued)