The Destiny of Kemuel 4

You remain seated on the bed, still wearing your work clothes, and when David returns and orders you to shower and dress as he wants, you shake your head.

"No. I'm not going to do it."

David stares at you in silence for a few seconds. Then he closes the door from the inside and slowly approaches you.

"Aren't you going to do it?" he repeats in a dangerously calm voice.

"No. This is my clothing. It's all I have left."

David pulls out his phone and makes a quick call.

"Come now. I need help with something."

Five minutes later, you hear the front door open. Another man, muscular, with a private security appearance, enters. David points at you.

"Hold him."

The man grabs your arms with brutal force while you try to resist, kicking and screaming. David approaches and starts to undress you by force. He tears off your shirt, pulls down your pants despite your attempts to twist and wriggle free.

"Let me go, you son of a bitch! I'm not going to let you touch me!"

But between the two of them, they immobilize you. The other man holds your arms behind your back with a lock while David finishes undressing you completely. When you are left without clothes, David grabs your hair and forces you to kneel in front of him.

"Open your mouth."

"Go to hell!"

David slaps you hard. Then he pulls out his cock and shoves it into your mouth, taking advantage of the fact that the other man is holding your head. He starts to fuck your mouth violently, grabbing your long hair, ignoring your attempts to push him away.

And then you bite.

You bite with all your might.

David screams in pain and suddenly pulls away, bleeding, with his face completely red with rage.

"You son of a bitch!"

He releases you and steps back, clutching his injured cock, looking at you with murderous fury. The other man holds you in place while David breathes with difficulty, his eyes bloodshot.

"You're going to regret that, Kemuel. I swear to God that you're going to regret it."

He leaves the room limping, leaving you there with the other man holding you. You hear David talking on the phone in the living room, with a furious voice, asking for something you can't quite understand.

Ten minutes later, he returns with bandages on his groin and an expression of pure hatred.

"Take him to the basement. And bring me the chains."

The man drags you down the stairs. The basement is humid, dark, with concrete walls. They chain your wrists to a hook in the ceiling, leaving you hanging on tiptoes, naked, defenseless.

David comes down too, limping, and stands in front of you.

"You wanted to be brave, didn't you? Well, now you're going to learn what happens when you defy me."

He picks up a leather whip from a shelf and cracks it in the air.

"Every time you scream, I add five ...