Diego

After the last session in Diego’s bedroom, I spent several days thinking on all four of the encounters we’ve had up to this point. I drew a few conclusions. Diego is a man of few words, he knows what he likes and just does it, he isn’t interested in me as a person, just what I can do for him sexually, he likes to use the word “faggot” often, and throws in unexpected surprises. I also learned a lot about myself; that i can tolerate more than I had expected, that I get off on being physically used and mentally abused/humiliated, and that I have no self-control. I’ve leaned into being the very faggot Diego has bestowed upon me. I am aware I’m like Pavlov’s dog and salivate when he texts me. That’s my trigger to follow his demands. All of this contemplating caused my cock to throb and ache, as it had been more than 10 days in lock-up, and my key holder was still out of town with an unknown return date. Like champions, faggots adjust. I’ve found new and creative ways to get myself off without touching my cock.

So now let’s move ahead to the next chapter. Early Saturday morning, 7:30am, my phone pinged. “Faggot 9”. I was groggy and barely awake, but there was absolutely no hesitation to respond “k”. I thought to myself, he must’ve woke up horny and needs me to take care of his morning wood. I douched, showered, shaved (hole,pubes(best I could with a chastity lock on),  chest, pits, face), and put on  a red and black Pigskin jock. The tight mesh pouch gripped my cock lock tightly, and my smooth ass looked really fuckable in it. This time I grabbed a fresh bottle of poppers, threw in some easily removable clothes and drove over.

I knew from past experiences Diego wasn’t always accommodating when I attempted to take popper hits, so I did something I hadn’t done before. I pre-popped. At the red light before his place, I began to inhale deeply. Oh wow, they were strong! The light turned green, I drove the short distance to his place and parked. I inhaled again, very deeply and let out a sigh. Oh fuck yeah, it was so nice and my hole was twitching. Then as I walked to his door, I took her more hits. I was flying, and it felt so good.

I walked into his apartment, excited, I wanted to suck that dick while I was riding a poppers high. My buzz was cut short. Diego had laid out a plastic tarp on the kitchen floor and he was standing there naked with his dick in his hand. Here I was walking in with a huge smile on my face, and the scowl he was throwing at me was scary. He said, “don’t just stand there faggot, get the fuck over here”. I stripped so fast, tucked the poppers into my sock, and walked over to where he was standing looking a little confused. “On ya knees faggot”, followed by, “open ya mouth faggot”, and he must’ve been on the edge of urinating all morning because he let out a sting stream of piss into my mouth, then he pissed all over my hair, my chest, and back into my mouth and into my face. I was covered in his urine and wreaked.

I was grossed out and turned on at the same time, I was all wet. I tried to wipe my eyes from the piss dripping from my forehead and Diego pushed my hands from my face, backhand slapped my face then forehand, almost knocking me off my knees, and he yelled, he looked so angry, me being in front of him pissed him off, and yelled, “open that mouth faggot”, and he shoved that dick deep down my throat. With the plastic tarp down, it was a game changer. He fucked me until I was up chucking, no worries about ruining his carpet or floors. The tarp gave him the freedom to take my throat past anything I’d ever done before. I’ve heard that guys get off when a cocksucker gags on their dicks and that is what must be happening right now. My face was turning shades of red and purple I am sure, my eyes filling with water before I couldn’t hold on any longer, and I’d lose it, throwing up a half dozen times at least. My piss soaked chin and chest now had a layer of vomit in addition. Diego was relentless, and didn’t let me go until he came, only this time at the very last minute, he pulled out my mouth and shot loads of cum all over my hair, face and chest. He painted me. I was a mess coated in bodily fluids.

He stood back and looked at me. His hand stroking his beard, he looked like an artist admiring his work, only his face was contorted with an nasty grin and scowl. He just looked at me. I tried to not look at him, I kept my head down. Then he walked up to me, lifted my head up by the chin and began to slap me harder than he’s ever done before. After 3 successive blows to the cheek, he knocked me over and I feel into a pool of piss and vomit.

I wish I can tell you I hated it. I wish I can tell you I was disgusted. I was none of those things. I was honored that Diego chose me to use. Knowing he could be with anyone else, he chose me. I got up from the tarp and kneeled at attention proudly. Proud and happy to accept what he felt I needed to make him happy. I almost smiled. He stood there and looked at me again.  

Then he walked just a little closer and he pissed again all over me, his post orgasm piss. It wasn’t as strong a stream nor as voluminous, but it certainly was enough to coat me once over and again. Then he slapped me again, and pushed me down so my chest was all wet with piss and vomit. He said “like that you fucking faggot?”

I didn’t answer. I did like it. I was filthy at this point, and stinky for sure. Diego had only come once and pissed twice. I wondered what would happen next? He yelled, “you filthy little faggot, I can’t fuck you all dirty”, and he sneered. He walked over to my clothes and threw them at me. He yelled, “clean ya mess you faggot”. And I had to use my clothes to wipe myself off. I did the best I could.

At this point Diego looked enraged. “Hurry up faggot”, and growing impatient, he pointed towards the kitchen stool. I bent over it, and Diego spit into his hand and began to lube his cock. Other than sticking his dick in my hole, he didn’t want to touch me. He stood close enough for his dick to make its way inside, but not all the way in. Diego fucked me in short and fast strokes, using my ring to pleasure the crown of his cock, and when he was ready, he pulled out and sprayed my back and ass, the back of my legs, with ropes of pearly hot cum. This was the first time I actually got to see his loads and the copious amount he shoots. No wonder why my hole is so flooded after he fucks me!

Diego pulled out and pushed me back to the tarp. “On ya knees faggot”, and then more slapping across the face. I was sure my cheeks would bruise. And he knocked me off balance and I feel again into the drying piss and vomit only this time on my back, which is what I’m think Diego had wanted. So now my back and front were covered and I felt so sticky and gross.

I heard “get up faggot”, and unbelievably, Diego pissed all over me once again. Not a lot, but enough. He shook his dick right over my eyes “keep ya eyes open faggot”, and I felt his spray drops of yellow piss into them, and they began to sting terribly.

When he finished, he pointed and laughed, “look at yaself faggot”. I turn bright red when embarrassed, and I was turning crimson. He slapped me a few more times across the face, and then he said, “get out of here faggot, I’m done with you”! And I had no choice but to put on my filthy clothes on my filthy body, and I ran out of there so fast.

In my car, I had to open the windows. I was gagging from the stench. I looked in the mirror. My cheeks were bright red, and one side had a slight bruise. My hair had dried piss and cum. My eyes bloodshot. Not a pretty sight. I drove home, jumped in the shower, threw my clothes in the wash, and went back to sleep.