Little dog in: Klaus's Apartment - German Lesson

Your hands tremble as you climb the stairs of the Prenzlauer Berg building. The apartment is on the fifth floor, with no elevator. With each step you take, your heart beats stronger.

You ring the doorbell and the door opens. Klaus looks you up and down with those cold blue eyes you already know from the photos. Two meters of pure German, shaved, with a perfectly trimmed blond beard and arms full of tattoos.

"Pünktlich. Gut", he says with that deep voice that makes your cock hard instantly. "Rein."

You enter and he closes the door with a latch. The apartment is minimalist, all black and steel. In the living room, there's a glass table with several small vials and syringes perfectly arranged.

"Zieh dich aus", he orders without any preamble.

You undress quickly, with clumsy hands due to your nerves. Klaus remains dressed, with his arms crossed, watching you as if you were cattle.

"Knie nieder."

You get on your knees on the cold floor. Klaus approaches and grabs your hair, pulling your head back.

"So. Heute wirst du lernen, was ein echter Mann ist", he growls. "Mund auf."

You open your mouth and he spits inside. The salty taste goes down your throat as he slowly unzips his leather pants.

"Lutsch", he says, pulling out a thick, veiny cock.

You take it in until it hits the back of your throat, tears welling up in your eyes as Klaus fucks your mouth mercilessly. His enormous hands hold your head in place.

"Braver Hund", he murmurs when his cock is dripping with saliva. "Jetzt wird es interessant."

He releases you and goes to the table. He returns with a small syringe and a vial.

"Arm", he orders.

You give him your arm, already knowing what's coming. The injection is quick and precise. In seconds, the chemicals explode in your veins like boiling lava.

"Gut so", he smiles, seeing how your pupils dilate. "Jetzt bist du bereit."

Everything becomes blurry and intense at the same time. Klaus pushes you against the glass table, face against the cold glass. You feel him spit on your ass and shove his cock in with one thrust.

"Schrei für mich", he growls while tearing your hole apart. "Wie die Hündin die du bist."

You scream, but with pleasure. The chemicals make each thrust feel like electric shocks. Klaus grabs your neck with one hand, squeezing until you can barely breathe.

"Deutsches Fleisch ist das Beste", he laughs, panting. "Ihr Spanier seid nur Löcher zum Ficken."

He fucks you for hours, changing positions, alternating between sweet cruelty and pure violence. When he finally comes inside you, he leaves you lying on the floor, dripping with semen and with your ass destroyed.

"Morgen wieder", he says while getting dressed. "Gleiche Zeit."