In the company garage, after the fag sucked both of us on our dicks, we tied him naked to one of the columns. He let himself be tied sweetly, without any resistance.
When my colleague showed him the heavy whip, the little fag shook and asked us not to beat him violently. I stuck my finger deep in his ass and violently squeezed his nipple hurting those two most important points on the queer's body. I whispered in his ear:
"Fags like to feel pain, it's in your bitch nature! That's how you slut guys work, the little stupid fag hasn't learned that yet?"
He moaned in pleasure and his cock was instantly hard.
When the first lash bite his back, the fag began to cry and moan. His moans only excited us more, we whipped with cruelty, mercilessly, with violence and cadence.
The wounds soon turned red, then as they opened the blood began to spurt and run down the flesh.
When he was already badly wounded, we took a break to rest.
While the obscene and filthy animal wept silently, I explained to him.
"Bitch, admit you're enjoying being spanked, your dick is still hard and throbbing. We're only going to end this spanking when you come."
We took up the whipping again with redoubled violence, and the bitch soon come and sneezed profusely!
Before untying him from the column, my colleague and I violently fucked him.
Untied, he got up, and wounded, smeared with blood, sweat and cum, between sobs he searched for his clothes. We had dumped them in a very dirty corner of the garage. When he found them, he noticed that in addition to being dirty, we had urinated on them.
As he put on his urine soaked dirty clothes I explained to the asshole.
"You're going to have to go back to your place like that, bruised and filthy, to learn what the fuck you are."
"Only come back here on Monday if you accept that this is how a slut should be treated, ok? I never want to see you in your underwear or socks again, just wear a t-shirt, pants and a hard shoe, understand?"
He was looking at us, listening quietly, his eyes filled with tears.
"Rest assured that on weekdays we won't bully you anymore. But on the other hand, when I call you in the bathroom, I want to get a blowjob or fuck you quickly."
The fag listened in silence. I continued.
"If you behave yourself, on Fridays, the three of us can have a happy hour like this every week! What do you think of the proposal?"
He, with tears in his eyes, replied.
"I will love it all, my lord! See you on Monday."
On Monday, when he arrived for work, I reached into his pants and noticed he was without any underwear.