Secret Agent Man Ch2

**~Chapter Two:~** ~Heaven and Hell~

When Nigel arrived at the agency, The Boss was waiting for him.

''What's the situation sir?'' asked Nigel.

''Follow me, I'll give you a head's up in my office,'' he replied.

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When Nigel entered the office, he noticed Agent Tama was already seated and waiting for them. Although they were rivals, both enjoyed each other's company. The Boss sat behind his desk as Nigel took a seat beside the female agent.

''Here's the situation: while you were flying back from South America, Agent Tama was able to pull out important information from Fritz Kloten. The Gemini Six, an international terrorist group is planning something, but we have no idea what it is. We know that Louis Couilles, the notorious French mercenary responsible for various assassinations around the globe is one of the six leaders of the organisation. His connections in Germany and Italy are most likely the other leaders. One of the six leaders must be the mastermind behind the Gemini Project, which we have no information on for now. Agent Nigel Bollocks, you will fly to Germany and locate the contact of Louis Couilles. Agent Kin Tama, you will go to France and find Louis Couilles. Now I believe you both know agent Francis Burnes. Since he was already in Italy, his mission, as yours, will be to find the other contact of Couilles. Here are your folders, containing all the additional information on the mission, as well as your passport and visa,'' The Boss finished.

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Meanwhile in Italy, Agent Burnes had already discovered that Angela Coglioni, an Italian mercenary, was one of the Gemini Six. As the clock hit the tenth chime, Francis was infiltrating Angela's villa. As he stepped inside from the second floor window, something hit him hard on the head and Francis blacked out.

He woke up a few minutes later, tied to a bed completely naked, arms above his head and legs spread. Angela Coglioni was seated nearby, brushing her long black hair with an old comb in front of a tall mirror, wearing nothing but black lingerie under a semi-transparent white night robe.

''I see you are coming back to your senses, sorry about the hit, but next time you get intel on someone's whereabouts, make sure the informant is not working for the one you hunt,'' she said.

''What are you up to?'' asked Francis.

''Oh nothing, with my busy schedule, I hardly get any visitors, especially men,'' she teased.

She got up, walked to the bed, put the comb down on the bedside table and sat next to Francis. Her hand caressed his face, then his chest.

''I want to play a game. If you manage to cum within ten minutes, I'll keep you here in my villa and use you as a sex slave. However, if you can't, I'll ship you to my boss,'' she stated.

''Women usually ask me to hold it in for ten minutes, not deliver,'' he replied.

''You will understand soon enough,'' to which she removed her robe, bra and panties.

Angela leaned over Francis, burying his face in her ample cleavage, squeezing his head with her arms and smelling his hair. Francis managed an erection. Angela let go of his face and turned around. She sat on his chest, giving Francis a perfect view of her ass and took his penis in her hands. She started stroking vigorously on his member, earning moans in return. A minute went down, as Francis grew closer to edging. Then Angela started sucking on his dick, while her hands found their way to his unprotected testicles. She grabbed a ball in each hand and massaged them slowly. Francis started thrusting out of sheer pleasure, feeling the need to burst come closer with each passing second. Angela was talented; she probably had made hundreds of men cum with her mouth, Francis thought to himself.

Two minutes had gone by, the feeling of pleasure slowly gave way to a dull pain coming from his nuts. Angela was still massaging them but she was getting rough. Her thumbs were starting to dig in the flesh of his orbs as his iron shaft was begging for release.

Three minutes had passed; the pleasure was now on par with the pain. Angela was now blatantly squeezing his gonads into pancakes. Francis' moans were more high pitched and Angela knew exactly why as she sucked passionately on his penis.

Four minutes in, Angela let go of his nuts, allowing Francis a chance to cum, but she made sure he did not get enough time before giving his joystick a last slurp. She looked at his throbbing cock and teased it by poking the head with her finger a couple times. Francis had his eyes shut and tried to finish himself by making a thrusting motion, inviting Angela to make him climax. She had complete control over him now. Angela was his whole universe.

Five minutes. Angela positioned herself and inserted her prisoner's shaft inside her. Francis still had his eyes closed. He was trying to break free, wishing to reach for the woman on top of him and grasp the beautiful tits that were smothering him not too long ago. He was so close now, a few more seconds and he would fill Angela with steamy cum. Unfortunately for him, Angela made a ball with her fists, stretched her arms as far as possible above her head and slammed poor Francis right in the testicles. His eyes opened wide as he screamed in agony. She slammed his balls again.

''AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH. NO! DON'T DO THAT! I WAS SO CLOSE! MY BALLS!'' Francis shouted.

Angela didn't even reply. She slammed his nuts a third time.

''OOOOOOOUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH. PLEASE NO! I'll do whatever you want, please, don't hit me in the balls again,'' he pleaded.

Yet another shot came smashing his genitals.

Angela made sure to hit Francis in the testicles as hard as she could, earning shouts of agony and pleads from her prisoner.

Six minutes, Francis was now only half-hard but still inside Angela. She stopped smashing his balls with her fists, resuming her work on his dick. She made sure he reached full size again.

Seven minutes, as Francis was about to shoot his load, Angela got off him and looked at his penis twitch from her denial. She blew on it to cool it down, only teasing it further. Seeing how it wouldn't stop twitching, she raised her hand and slapped him in the nuts as hard as possible.

Eight minutes, Angela started slapping the pole that was pointing at the sky. With each hit, Francis' penis bounced from side to side, sending precum flying around to his abuser's amusement. Angela laughed at the sight and then decided it was time to play rough. She grabbed his dick in one hand just under the head and started punching the tip with her free hand.

''OOOOUUHHHHH! NOT THE TIP! I BEG YOU!'' Francis cried.

''I suppose you prefer the balls?'' to which Angela let go of his cock, grabbed his balls in a tight grip and started punching.

''NNNOOOOOOOO PLEASE!''

Each fist came crashing on his now bruised ball sack. Screams of pain and pleads of mercy filled the room as Angela pounded his battered meat.

Nine minutes, Francis had gotten soft from all the brutal beating Angela was giving him. She got up on the bed and just let herself fall. Her round ass landed right into Francis' package.

''OOOOOWWWWWWWW!''

She felt his penis stuck between her cheeks and started rubbing her ass against his dick. Francis' cock grew back to full size for the third time. His balls were both red from the abuse and blue from the denial. He felt the need to cum approach very fast and decided to help his chances by focusing on Angela's body.

By the tenth minute, Francis still hadn't climaxed. Angela got up from the bed, leaned over Francis and rammed her knee into his crotch, which made Francis moan one last time.

''Sorry big boy, but I win,'' she whispered in his ear.

Angela left the room. Francis fell asleep moments later, his dick still rock hard and his balls swollen like kiwis.