THE PUNISHMENT WITHOUT... 2.0. (7)

In the darkness of the private room, Federico undresses. Then, he sees another naked body on its knees in the back, its head covered with a hood, next to the area with tiles and a drain. The faint light comes from the movie on the screen.

"If someone has taught you to submit, it's been me. You owe me everything you know. Today, you have to serve me better than ever. I've invested a lot in you. Don't disappoint me," Ferrara says, unzipping his pants and unbuckling his belt.

Federico kneels down. His master's member is at rest, but it seems larger than usual to him. He swallows Ferrara's member and feels it growing in his mouth, taking possession of his snout, as Ferrara occasionally calls it.

Excitement and anxiety to obey, to surrender, although Auro's face mixes deep within him. Ferrara thrusts very slowly but all the way to the back of his palate.

"Stay there," his Master orders him. "Look at the back. I've been lent that one. Do you know who? Don Aurelio, the one with the gray hair, the one you were devouring with your eyes, bitch. He told me that this slut is trained to be treated like 'the rat'."

Don Aurelio is a spectacular daddy, almost 70, with an impressive white mane. The rest of the club members show him special respect. Some time ago, Fede had taken a couple of slaps when Ferrara caught him staring at him shamelessly.

"Whore, how dare you devour another Master with your eyes, one who is not me?" Ferrara had grabbed him by the jaw and stared at him fixedly on that occasion. "How dare you disrespect me in public?"

Ferrara entertains himself with 'the rat' for a bit. He rubs his ass against the mouth. He roars violently. He puts on a latex glove, and his plasticized fingers enter and exit that ass amidst insults and threats.

"If you obey well," Ferrara says, approaching Federico, "I'll lend you to Don Aurelio. I know that old man drives you crazy. But first, he lent me 'his rat'."

Federico is ashamed of when he dared to stare so much at the imposing Don Aurelio. He thought his master would have already forgotten.

"Start drinking until you can't take it anymore. At least four," he indicates, and Fede fills and drinks glass after glass. "Wow, my little slut is getting a hard-on, wow, what a macho! You can't resist it, can you? What? Are you angry because your Master uses other dogs?"

"I've had four, my Master," Federico counts the glasses, avoiding an answer.

Ferrara starts to grope him. He pulls his nipples, spits in his mouth, rubs his ass, and gives him a slap.

"Bring your belt, come on," he orders. "Your Master wants to see how you whip this stinky rat. Is that clear?"

Federico trembles. He looks indecisively at his Master, unable to decide.

"What? You're not going to obey me? What a baby..." Ferrara presses him.

'The rat' suppresses its groans of pain. Federico tries not to hit it too hard.