Chinese Extremes Part 1

The man certainly didn't waste any time. He turned Phil around, threw his upper body across a table and fucked him from behind. He wasn't nearly as large as Master and he certainly didn't give Phil a reach-around, but Phil was still shocked at how much he liked being fucked. It was disturbing. Just this morning he had never had anything up his ass and now he was practically begging to get fucked.

After fucking him the chef pushed Phil to the floor, forcing him to kneel in a corner. Then he put two bowls in front of him: one with water and another with a disgusting smelling soup. Although Phil didn't understand a word the man said, it was quite clear that he had better finish both bowls. Eating, or rather drinking, proved quite hard since the ring-gag made it impossible to close his mouth or even purse his lips. He had to suck up the liquid with his mouth wide open, which could only be done with great effort and difficulty. When he had finally finished both bowls, a lot of their contents had been spilled on the floor. The chef didn't take kindly to this. Again he threw Phil across the table, his ass pointing up, and spanked his ass long and hard with some kind of wooden spoon. It was surprisingly painful, especially since his ass was already raw from the bamboo stick Master had used. Of course the chef finished by once again fucking the sobbing slave before letting him drop to the floor and shoving him into a corner.

Phil was left in the corner while the chef prepared The General's evening meal. After serving it, his attention returned to Phil. He started by pulling him to his feet and marching across the kitchen to a small area with a comfortable char in it. The chef pulled down his pants, sat down and pointed his cock upwards. Then he motioned Phil over to stand between his legs, his back to the chef. The man then grabbed Phil by the hips and made him sit down on his cock, being very careful to guide it in properly. When Phil tried getting a wide stance, the man slapped his ass hard.