He heard the skin of the penis pushing inside the anus ring rubs against the tender skin of his girlfriend as the skin of the anus cracks, risking tearing at any moment. He prayed inwardly that Yulia's ass would endure, but he understood that if she broke, he could see it and taste the blood of his chosen one. Vova tried with all his strength to find the optimal position of Yulia's ass, but it was useless. The man fucked and fucked, sometimes just screaming at Vova, when he tried to choose the best position for Julia and twisted her ass hard. Vova almost did not pay attention that his own legs were in the hands of another man, that they lay on his shoulders, and Vova’s member had drilled anus and enjoyed the warm hospitality of Vovin’s intestine and the tightness of his anus. Vova sometimes wondered if certain parts of his body could independently think and be aware of themselves, and what they thought of their owner, who used them so inadequately.

The man fucking his girl sped up. Vova saw the scrotum contract, he heard the roar of the beast, felt a blow of the callused palm on Julia’s back. He saw hairy eggs pumping sperm into the most favorite ass of his life. The man moved back a little and then with force again moved his hips forward. Julia uttered a cry of pain and lost consciousness, dropping her head into the crotch of Vova. Vova wanted to say something, but a member who fell out of Yulina's ass immediately got into his mouth.
- Come on, boy, brush your daddy after your bitch! Like this! Like this! Well done!
Vova sucked on a penis beginning to lose its former greatness. Sperm, grease, intestinal juices, small drips of blood - all this is mixed in Vova’s mouth, creating some unimaginably vomiting taste. But Vova did not feel him, he only gently touched the fingers of his anus with Julia, hastily and carefully feeling how much she had suffered. He almost did not even feel how he was practically pulled out from under the unconscious Julia, turned over with cancer and began to peck out what forces are. He held her hand while he was unconscious. A man who had just fucked her, slapped Julia assily and left the room. The member that slapped Vova already shrunk, filling the guy's insides with sperm.

- Come here! - the man abruptly turned Vova, and pulled off the bed, put his dick in his mouth. - Suck, scum petty!
Vova sucked and looked at the man. Small tears appeared in the corners of the eyes. The man was older than him by 20 years. It was an adult muscular male, better known in the world for his operational nickname Mastday. Vova often did not understand why people allow themselves to behave this way. Although he knew the answer to this question - money and power were everything. However, he also remembered those of their clients, who once sat on the throne, then was found shot in the stairwell. It is even shown in the news, in the chronicles of gangster disassembly.
- Where are you whining, pidorok? - A strong slap returned Vova from reflection.
I had to suck harder, although it was not clear why. The penis is limp and no longer willing to get up. After a moment, it became clear why, but it didn’t work out to pull back. Mastdai's powerful hands grabbed Vova by the neck and the back of his head and pressed him to the pubis, and the penis splashed streams of salty, sour and bad urine. Twitching once again and realizing that the mouth is rapidly filling with an unpleasant liquid and will not escape, Vova took a reflexive sip and his urine was poured with warm liquid through the esophagus directly into the stomach, causing vomiting, but Vova swallowed until it was over.

- And now let's go? - a jerk for the hair, made Vova scream to get up.
- Hold your hand over your mouth, schmuck! God forbid, you brave yourself on the way! I will not see what Dimas promised, you will be blue with me!
Vova was very frightened, realizing that this was not an empty threat, and he clamped his hand over his mouth. We walked not long, down the hall and into the bathroom. There was already waiting for the second. Vova was pushed into the bathroom as a potential dead man, pushed and he fell to his knees.
- And now do not be shy!
Vova did not quite understand what they wanted from him.
- Come on, sick already! - Nauseous did not come out, fear cramped stomach.
“Okay, we will help,” said an accomplice, Mustday, and hit Vova hard in the stomach.

Vova choked, for some time there was nothing to breathe, and then he began to feel sick. Emetic masses filled the bathroom, and Vova was all sick. He sat in a yellow slush of his own vomit and crying, continued to spew portions of the nasty, bitter-bitter substance out of himself. There was a taste of urine and vomiting in his mouth, which made him nauseous even more.
- And now we will wash you! - a glimmer of hope that customers are not completely down-to-earth people interrupted by a stream of a new portion of urine that struck the ear and poured on the head.
Vova was sitting in the bathroom, ankle-deep filled with his own vomit, mixed with urine pouring on his head. His eyes were empty. He stared indifferently at two giggling bugs, watering him with urine and letting out stupid, vulgar jokes. Everything around was like a wadded and distant.
The slap gave the ordinary look back to the world.

- So it is! Now you are cleaning everything up, rubbing it up, washing it to shine, putting yourself in order! We give you an hour for everything! We'll come and check later if you can't do it ... saw the bat on the shelf? - Vova intensively nodded, remembering a baseball bat. - So, if you can not do it, we will thrust this bat to you in the ass by the handle itself!
Vova's eyes became like a saucer from fear, her breath caught. Bratki, satisfied with the reaction, came out of the bathroom.
“And we’ll take your bitch one more time and slam the door.”
Vova sat and looked at the door.
“But they will do it,” he thought. - “Mastdai is enough if you have enough money and authority to buy off Julia’s father”
These thoughts forced to get up and look around in search of at least some kind of rag. From the doorway, the sound of a screaming and moaning Julia came from the room. Vova wanted to run there, but bearing in mind the terrible promise and realizing that if he entered the room all pissed and vomit, leaving a lot of traces in the apartment, then the punishment would be quick and tough.

In the cabinet under the sink, a whole warehouse of chemicals of all kinds was found, as well as rags, sponges, shkrebki and other brushes. Remembering the school lessons in chemistry and the creativity of the teacher, Vova realized that if he wanted to, he could also assemble a small chemical bomb. However, taking into account the profile of the clients' activities and the abundance of chemistry, he came across a different idea that it was not the first time that this bath was washed from vomit and more often it was washed from the blood. The screams from the room disappeared and turned into rhythmic guttural oohs. Such sounds were made by Julia, when her mouth was busy with a dick, and between her legs was someone skilled, able to relish.

Cleaning up my vomit was disgusting. Worst of all, the vomit was some kind of too dense and did not want to be washed into the drain, accumulating in one place. I had to turn on hot water to break the mass and dilute it with water. From this, miasms of unpleasant odor spread across the bathroom, which only caused Vova to have new emetic urges. It was gratifying that there was already nothing, otherwise the punishment would have been unavoidable. Finally, having coped with the devastation of the bath, Vova chose the very means and began to scrub the bathroom. Oh miracle, the tool worked with a bang. Vova turned on the ventilation and the bathroom was quickly filled with the smell of lemon, the offensive miasma was gone, and the bath even sparkled a little. Vova even admired his work, but remembering that time was short and he did not know how much exactly, he began to bring the purge to the dream of a perfectionist.

When, in the opinion of the brothers, time was up, the door to the bathroom opened and pushed as if drunk, but simply frankly exhausted and fucked up by Julia.Vova barely had time to react and picked up his girlfriend on the fly, settling on the floor and holding her in her arms. She looked into his eyes and smiled through her strength.
- Everything is fine, I'm alive - she whispered.
Vova briefly examined her. His gaze lingered on reddened, swollen nipples, then on defiantly red external genital lips.
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