Faggots Delight

My body trembled while I waited in anticipation for his arrival. I strained my my wrists and ankles against their tight bounds. I heard a car pull up outside the motel. My heart raced as the footsteps came up the stairs towards my room. I began to second guess it all. Regrets filled me in my fearful state. The anonymous ad, the waxing, the chastity cage and self bondage, the blindfold... it all seemed so terrible now. But there was no going back. The door creaked open. Heavy boots approached me in my helpless state. I could feel his eyes on me, inspecting me. His breath on my neck. He grabbed me by my hair, tilting my head back. He spat on my face before making out with me. So intense and passionate, I could feel his rough hands holding me, groping me, his fingers exploring every inch of my tight little body. He stood before me lowering his pants to unveil his mighty shaft. His thick cock. The source of my craving and the centre of my universe. His manhood was the reason for my existence and at that point in time I was ready to give it all for his big hard rod. I could sense it before me, I could imagine it waiting there inches from my face. I opened wide, tongue out and ready for my head to be rocked. He spat in my mouth, a true sign of his superiority, then my lips met tip, then shaft, further and further, the never ending insertion. To go balls deep is the only way a cock of this stature deserves to be worshipped, but it comes at a cost. I was a bad boy, my face shoved in a puddle of my own puke. A lesson learned. I am an object, a toy for master to play with. He gets what he wants. My ass is begging him to get a chance with the mighty shaft. My mouth needs a break. But he doesn’t care what his object wants. My throat is thoroughly used far beyond its limits before my ass sees any action. But when the time came to fuck my hole, master did not show mercy. A vicious pounding is what I received, the kind of fuck that makes legs go numb and the mind empty. The kind of fuck that makes a me do regrettable things. In no time at all I find myself being stretched out by a fist, as if I am some sort of glove. It’s humiliating and fulfilling at the same time. He makes sure to remind me what a faggot I am being in the meanest way possible. Its getting late. A jerk off inside of my hole brings the edge. My mouth pushes him over. My face is painted, mouth is filled and in a gulp I have swallowed my reward. But thats not all he has for me. In the bathtub my master gives me his piss. It is a glorious piss, litres of godly piss all over and in me. A gift fit for a young faggot. He leaves me now, tied up in a puddle of piss, weak from hours of sexual use. I sleep there, dreaming of the next time. Going further. Fucking harder. A faggots delight.