Chinese Extremes Part 2

When all the bodyguards had fucked him, he was convinced that his ass had been torn apart. He felt like someone had rammed a pole up his ass and left him sitting on it for two days. He wasn't sure he would be able to walk properly again. None of this bothered the bodyguards, who seemingly spoke only Chinese and who responded to even weak word-like sounds from Phil by slapping him furiously. Phil had even given up hope of being allowed to cum. Because the real embarrassing part about the gang rape he had just been through, was the fact that his cock was erect, hard, throbbing and very needy. He wanted to beg them to allow him to cum, but even the slightest sound from him resulted in a beating. His situation was made even worse by the fact that the leash around his scrotum kept the blood from running back and thus made sure his erection stayed painfully hard.

The bodyguards had left Phil standing in the middle of the floor, cum leaking out of both his ass and his mouth. He didn't dare move, didn't dare make a sound. His ass was already covered with red marks from the day before and their hands had only made it worse. His ass cheeks were a bright red from all the slapping. Phil's eyes were humiliatingly red from crying and his cock was embarrassingly hard. The guards didn't seem to care. Their lust temporarily sated they obviously discussed what to do with him and after a short while one of them picked up the phone and dialed a number. He talked cautiously and actually bowed a few times, so Phil guessed he was talking to Master. At the end of the short conversation the guard broke out in a huge grin and obviously thanked Master. He then said something to the others and then they smiled too as two of them left the room, while two others approached Phil.

The two guards removed the handcuffs holding Phil's elbows and waited for the guards who had left to come back. The rest stood by chatting. The two returned with a number of leather items. The first proved to be leather sack for Phil's arms.