Degradation

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I woke up in the early evening, around 5:00 p.m., feeling rested and sober after a daylong slumber. Both my bed and body were still sticky with piss and cum from my encounter with that homeless guy the previous night and then jacking all over myself this morning while fucking myself with my dildo. I thought about going back to that club and thanking that bouncer for throwing me out through the back door and into that filthy dark alley. I got a good fuck from that nasty homeless man as a result; even getting pissed on by that bum was worth getting his big cock up my asshole. I rolled over on my back, smiling at the memory and thinking that yeah, I’d let him fuck me again, disgusting though he was. I knew I’d probably never encounter him again though.

I planned to go out hunting for more cock tonight, so I decided it was time to get out of bed and clean myself up. I needed to look as cute and sexy as possible. I stood up and stretched, then looked at my bed and realized I should probably wash the sheets, just in case I got lucky and was able to bring a trick home. They were covered in piss from last night and several weeks’ worth of cum and sweat stains, both my own and those of various nameless men I had brought home and then kicked out when I was done with them. I stripped the sheets off the bed, tossed them in the washing machine, then took a nice, long hot shower, making sure my ass was clean inside and out. Toweling myself dry in front of the mirror, I saw a fresher, healthier looking face than the one I saw this morning, no doubt due to having slept all day and not having any alcohol left in my system. My sexy blue eyes were no longer bloodshot, and I always kept my blonde hair short so that it stayed neat and cute, even after sleeping off a drinking binge. And I still had my boyish looks, given that I was only 5’ 9” tall, with pale skin and a lean body. Still naked, I walked back to my bedroom and saw my ever-present bottle of Bacardi lying on top of my dirty clothes, with my eight-inch dildo lying close by. I decided I’d have better luck scoring dick tonight if I stayed sober, so I put the rum away and if I scored some dick, I wouldn’t need the dildo, so I put that away as well. The dirty clothes went into the hamper and after a few minutes of straightening, my bedroom looked clean and presentable, not that a trick would really care. I made sure my big bottle of lube was on top of my nightstand, ready and waiting.

Getting ejected from that club made me realize that scene wasn’t for me; from now on, I would stick to places where I knew I would have a better and easier time finding willing cock. I put on a pair of slutty bikini briefs, jeans, tight t-shirt and sandals, tucked my little bottle of lube in my pocket just in case, then headed out on foot to a public park a few blocks from my condo. It was the closest cruising spot in South Beach, though there were others in the Miami area that I visited when I was feeling more adventurous. I liked this one because it was convenient and because I always managed to find a so-called straight guy who was looking for a blowjob. Men that wanted to fuck me were less common though, maybe once or twice a week. If they didn’t want to come back to my place, then I would follow them into the bathroom, drop my jeans and let them fuck me right then and there, always keeping an eye out for vice cops of course.

Dusk was slowly approaching as I walked through the park entrance. It was a lovely oasis during the day, with lush, well-manicured grass and palm trees everywhere. It was only at night that it turned seedy. I saw the usual assortment of desperate, strung-out junkies scattered about, hoping to suck a dick in exchange for some drug cash. Guys like me that sucked cock for free didn’t make it any easier for them. I didn’t see any obvious tricks roaming around, but I knew how quickly that could change, so I just wandered the park for a while, occasionally peeking into the public bathroom to see if there was any action going on. After about twenty minutes or so, I found a bench that was relatively clean and sat down to observe the sparse crowd, stretching my arms out over the backrest and spreading my legs apart so that I looked casually available. I had only been sitting for a few minutes when I got the sense that I was being watched. I turned to my left and saw a man standing still about twenty feet away, in a large grassy area next to a stand of palm trees and gazing in my direction. I could have sworn he was looking at me, but it was hard to be sure because it was getting dark, and he was wearing sunglasses, a ball cap and a hooded sweatshirt with the hood over his cap and drawn close around his face. Despite the slight chill in the air, he was wearing loose, baggy gym shorts and his legs were superbly muscled, hairy and sexy. I could tell that he wasn’t wearing underwear and that he had a big package, though how big was impossible to tell at that distance. He was white, well over six feet tall, and looked to be in his late twenties. His upper body appeared to be as muscular and bulky as his legs. He looked like a football or rugby player. I could see from his slightly bushy beard and mustache that he was a redhead and the little hair that was visible under his cap looked curly. Everything about him exuded raw masculinity. Something about him was familiar though, but I just couldn’t figure out where or if I had seen him before. After staring at him for almost two minutes and being obvious about it, I decided to test the waters.

I got up and started walking towards him. He remained perfectly still. As I got close to him, I looked him up and down, making it clear that I was interested in whatever he might have to offer. Feeling bold, I gave him a quick, seductive wink as I passed him, then looked back to see his reaction. He was still staring straight ahead, not looking at me, but I saw a slightly smug and confident smile on his face. I made my way over to the public bathroom, which was in another part of the park. When I was several yards past him, I turned my head to see if he was following. He wasn’t, but he had turned around and was watching me walk away, still with that grin on his face. I made it to the bathroom and went in, checking to make sure it was clear of other people and trying to ignore the stench of piss, garbage and God knows what else. I gave a quick look outside to see if he was following me and saw that he was walking towards me at a steady pace, looking around carefully to make sure nobody was around; fortunately, this part of the park was mostly deserted. One good thing about a filthy public bathroom is that hardly anyone ever uses it except guys like us looking for quick erotic thrills. I headed for the last stall and waited for him.

He walked in, saw me at the back and came towards me with a casual, but obvious swagger. He looked confident and sure of himself, though he kept looking around to make sure we were alone. I watched him approach, getting more excited and a little scared once he got closer to me. Now I could really see how big and powerful he was, and I suddenly felt unsure of how to deal with him. One wrong move and he could crush a little guy like me. He stopped right in front of me and abruptly asked, “So what you looking for man?” in a low, slightly menacing tone. The area between the row of stalls and the wall opposite was narrow and I was at the last stall, so he essentially had me trapped. I had no other choice but to brazen it out. Gathering my courage, I looked at him and said, “I want to suck your cock.” He gave me the same confident smile from before and asked, “You a faggot boy?” I nodded, with more enthusiasm than the situation called for. He chuckled and said, “Well, you can’t suck my cock standing up, can you?” I shook my head no and dropped to my knees immediately, heedless of the dirt, piss and God knows what else covering the battered tile floor, my face inches from his groin. He pulled his shorts down to mid-thigh and a massive nine-inch cock flopped out and hit me in the face. It was thick, veiny, uncut and absolutely beautiful. It was surrounded by a beautiful, thick head of ginger red pubic hair that gave off an intoxicating musky scent. His nuts were almost the size of tennis balls, his sack low hanging and covered in hair. All I could do was stare at that incredible piece of meat; I’d never taken one that big before and I wondered if I could handle it. I stopped wondering when he grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look up at him. “What the fuck are you waiting for?” he growled, “start sucking bitch.” “Yes sir,” I said and opened my mouth at wide as I could and went down on his cock.  

He started to get hard immediately, and I felt the head of his cock swell rapidly past his foreskin. His dick was so big and thick that I could only get halfway down his shaft, but he started to moan with pleasure as I felt his cock continue to stiffen and swell. I’m the best cocksucker in south Florida and I used every bit of my lips and tongue to give that tool the pleasure it deserved. “Damn boy, you suck cock like a pro,” he said. I took my mouth off his dick just long enough to look up at him and say, “I love cock more than anything man,” and then went down on him again. “Fuck yeah faggot boy,” he said, “it’s all yours. Suck it all you want.” His cock was fully hard now, a massive piece of man flesh as hard as marble. I tried to relax my throat so I could take more of him, but I could only get two-thirds of the way down and I felt his cock head hitting the back of my throat; almost, but not quite, making me gag. I loved the taste of him, his precum now coating my tongue and the masculine scent emanating from his hairy groin was making me horny as hell. I felt my own cock grow hard in my jeans and I wanted to take mine out and jack off, but I kept my focus on him, making him feel good, fulfilling my role as a whore and a cock slut. I knew I wanted that massive piece of meat in my fuck hole, so after sucking him for about ten minutes and getting aroused beyond reason by his growls of sexual satisfaction, I looked up at him and asked, “You want some good ass man?” His eyes widened with surprise. “Are you fucking serious boy?” he asked in a low voice. “Hell yes, I’m serious,” I whispered, “I love getting fucked in the ass.” He looked uncertain for a minute then said, “Not here man. You got a place we can go?” I nodded and said, “My condo is two blocks from here.” He still looked unsure, but he finally said, “Okay, let’s go then. I’ll follow you.”

I left the bathroom, crossed the park back to the main entrance and headed back to my building. He followed me at a discreet distance, his hood once again drawn close around his face; whoever he was, he obviously didn’t want to be recognized. We rode the elevator up to my floor, neither of us saying a word to each other. Once we were inside my bedroom, I wasted no time in getting naked. When I was down to my bikini briefs, I heard him snicker and say, “Nice panties boy.” I felt a slight twinge of humiliation as I took them off and tossed them aside. I looked over at him and saw that he was rapidly stripping off his clothes as well. I let out a low whistle of appreciation at his rock solid, hairy, muscular body. His shoulders, biceps and pectorals were beautifully pumped up from what was certainly a well-disciplined gym routine. He was definitely an athlete, I thought to myself. He took off his ball cap and shades and now that I could clearly see his face, I suddenly realized who he was. “Holy shit dude,” I said, “I recognize you. You play football with the Dolphins. Your name is….,” and before I could say another word, he had reached out with a lightning-fast move and grabbed me by the throat with his massive, powerful hands, easily lifting me off the floor and slamming me against the wall. “Say one more word fucker,” he said in a low, menacing growl, “and I’ll snap your god-damned neck.” He gave me the coldest hardest stare as he tightened his grip, then said, “I’m nobody, you hear me faggot? You don’t know me; you don’t know who I am, and you’ve never seen me before. You got that bitch?” I was frightened at this sudden outburst of raw savage aggressiveness, yet his powerful, alpha male masculinity thrilled me to the core. He was choking off my oxygen, so I quickly nodded yes, that I understood, then tapped his forearm, barely managing to say, “Please man.” He glared at me with both lust and hostility, then released his grip and I collapsed to the floor gasping for breath. I rolled over on my back to look up at him and he reached down with one mighty arm and pulled me up so that I was on my knees; his strength was terrifying. He waited until I was breathing normally again, then hauled off and bitch slapped me across the face with all the force he could muster. said, “What the fuck are you waiting for?” then slapped me again even harder and said, “Start sucking my dick and get me hard again.”

The blows to my face stung badly, but I was so horny for his cock that I didn’t care what he did to me. I went down on him as far as I could go; only halfway at first. I licked, sucked and drooled as I felt his erection return and fill my mouth with his incredible hardness. The taste and smell of him was ambrosia for a cock whore like me. I took my mouth off him briefly, inhaled deeply a few times, then took him down my throat again, almost two-thirds of the way like before, but he was so huge that I just couldn’t take any more. I heard him moaning with pleasure, heard him say, “Oh fuck yeah, that’s it boy, suck that fucking dick,” as I worked my lips and tongue up and down his shaft as best I could. I was looking up at him, saw his head thrown back, his eyes closed, then suddenly he seemed to realize that something was amiss, and he looked down at me and said, “What the fuck man? Take it all, you fucking queer.” I took my mouth off, and said, “I’m trying man, but you’re so damned big,” and his eyes narrowed in contempt as he said, “A fag’s job is to suck a man’s cock,” and he spit in my face, then said, “now take it all damn it!” and put his massive hands on either side of my head with a vise-like grip and shoved his cock down my throat all the way to its root.

I gagged and choked, but he started mercilessly raping my mouth and throat. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said with a grin, “be a good boy and take it all,” and he fucked my throat so brutally that I could barely breathe. My jaw started to ache almost immediately, my lips were stretched out as far as possible and still he pumped his cock in and out, his balls slapping against my chin, his huge mushroom head punching its way past the back of my throat, threatening to asphyxiate me. I felt tears running down my face and I could tell from the sadistic look on his face that he saw them too and he said, “Aw, is the little faggot crying because he can’t take a big dick?” I looked up at him with a piteous expression, but he just grinned and kept fucking my mouth. I managed to pull myself off his cock, but was only able to catch a few quick breaths, before he grabbed my head and rammed his meat down my throat again, skull fucking me even more viciously this time. The pain in my jaw, the lust I felt at having his cock in my mouth, the struggle to breath, the exquisite taste and smell of him; all these sensations cascaded upon me in a whirl of confusion and delight. He mouth-raped me for what seemed forever before pulling out and slapping my face with his spit covered cock. He gazed down at me like a triumphant warrior whose captive is cowering before him.

“Time for you to get fucked in the ass boy,” he said. He reached down with those massive, muscular arms and easily pulled me to my feet. “Get on the bed,” he ordered me, “on your hands and knees.” I did as I was told, terrified of what he might do if I disobeyed him and at the same time, desperate to try and take that monster cock up my ass. I saw him grab the bottle of lube from my nightstand and pour some on the first three fingers of his right hand. “Gotta get you ready boy,” he said as he got behind me and shoved his fingers up my fuck hole. I winced and gasped a little from the slight pain. He withdrew his hand, poured some more lube on it, then forced it back up my hole. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said, his voice seething with animal lust, “let’s get that pussy nice and wet.” He pulled his hand out, then gave a firm slap to both my ass cheeks, saying, “Damn, you got a hot ass boy.” I heard him slathering lube on himself, then I felt the head of his cock press against my hole. “Oh God man, your cock is so fucking big,” I said, the fear and desire both obvious in my voice, “please man, I want it so bad, just go easy at first, I’m begging you.” He laughed and said, “No, I won’t,” then with one mighty thrust, he punched into me and drove it all the way in until every inch of him was inside me. I screamed from the pain; yeah, I was a slut, but I’d never been fucked by a cock this huge before. “Oh God, it hurts man,” I moaned, wanting the pleasure, but only feeling the agony now, “go slow, please,” but he thumped the back of my head hard and said, “You said you wanted to get fucked, so shut the fuck up and take it.” He started pounding me as hard as he could, that massive cock pumping in and out of my hole, tearing me up, his hands clamped firmly on my waist, his strength ensuring that I couldn’t escape.

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I didn’t want to escape though. I stayed like that, on my hands and knees, ass in the air, hoping the pain would turn to pleasure as he savagely fucked me. He wasn’t a man, I thought. He was an animal, a beast, driven by primal lust to fuck and conquer. My ass was his now; he could do anything to me he wanted. As he fucked me, I found myself unable to focus on anything but the feel of his cock in my ass, filling me up and stretching me out. I was whimpering like a child, and I heard him say, “Yeah, bitch, how’s that cock feel inside you?” and I could only whisper, “It hurts, oh God it hurts so fucking bad.” He said to me in a low dangerous voice, “Good. I love tearing you queers up with my big dick. Cause that’s all y’all care about, right, getting fucked by real men?” All I could mutter was the truth, “Yes sir, oh fuck yeah, I love getting fucked, but that dick, oh Jesus man, it’s so fucking big, I can’t take it,” and he leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “You’ll take it until you fucking bleed,” and he pulled his cock all the way out and then violently slammed it back in, making me again cry out in pain. He did it over and over; pull out and slam it in, pull out and slam it in.

He went back to fucking me in a regular rhythm, and I could feel my hole slowly adjusting to the size of him. Oh God yes, please, I thought. I was dimly aware that my hole would be a gaping mess when he was done, but I could take him better now. The pain didn’t completely go away, but gradually receded to where I could feel him hitting my prostate. Oh yeah, I thought, that’s more like it. Yeah, this makes the pain worth it. I felt the pleasure slowly build and start to radiate outward from my ass to the rest of my body and most importantly, to my cock. I felt myself slowly getting hard and I reached back to grip my dick and oh yeah, I was definitely liking this now as I started stroking it while he pounded away from behind me. I began pushing my ass back on his cock and he said, “Damn fag boy, you liking this now?” and I was moaning, “Yes sir, fuck yeah, it feels good now,” and all of a sudden, he pulled out and flipped me over so that I was on my back. “Spread your legs like a whore,” he ordered, and I eagerly complied, spreading myself wide like an unabashed slut. He got into position between my legs and started rubbing the head of his cock against my now loose hole. “You really want this now, huh?” he asked. I nodded and said, “Please fuck me sir.” He started to push his cock inside me. “You want it bad?” he asked. “Oh God yes sir, fuck me, rape me, give me that fucking cock, I want it sir,” and he slammed his meat into me, catching me by surprise, making me holler. “Aw fuck yeah,” I said, “that’s it, fuck me, rape my hole, oh yeah, that’s what I want.” I was writhing around in ecstasy as fucked me missionary style, his powerful pelvic thrusts driving his cock deep into my ass. The animalistic sounds he made as he raped my fuck hole were turning me on big time and I stroked my own rock-hard cock as he pounded his into me like an unstoppable machine. I loved getting fucked in this position because I could see the lust on his face. I loved that I could look down the length of my body and actually see his cock going in and out of my ass. I loved running my hands over his hairy, muscular back, then down to his firm, solid ass to feel the power of his pounding and thrusting. I could still feel pain from his monster dick, but the pleasure was greater, and the combination was heaven itself. “Yeah, hurt me, rape me,” I said, “tear me up, just give me that fucking dick.” I looked up at him and saw that he had the same smug smile now that he had when I first saw him in the park; he owned my ass now and he knew it. He managed to force my legs open even wider, causing me some pain, but letting him fuck me even deeper. And he just kept pounding me mercilessly as I kept muttering lustily, “Yeah man, fuck me, fuck me, I love it man, I love that cock.”

I thought he was going to fuck me forever, but I could hear his grunts and growls getting louder and I knew that he was close to blasting his load. “You want my cum in your ass?” he asked. I was so drained from the savagery of his fucking that all I could do was nod. He delivered a stinging smack across my face. “Beg for it faggot,” he said with a snarl. “Please cum in my ass sir,” I said, but he slapped me again, harder this time and said, “Beg like you mean it!” and now I was really begging, the pathetic tone in my voice real because I desperately wanted his cum in my ass. “Oh God, please man,” I moaned, “shoot that load in my faggot hole. I want your cum so fucking badly.” “Oh, fuck yeah, here it comes faggot,” he said with a growl as he slammed me so hard and fast, I thought I would pass out, “yeah, here it fucking comes. Fuck yeah, I’m cumming in your ass bitch. Awww fuck yeahhh!!!” and he shoved himself in as far as he could and kept it there for a few seconds as I felt the first load of his cum splash the inside of me as his monster cock pulsed and throbbed. He started savagely fucking me again, a fresh load of thick semen spewing from his cock with every thrust. “Take it, you fucking queer,” he said as he spit in my face, “take every drop of my load you god damned faggot.” He kept pounding my torn-up hole over and over, grunting and snarling like the beast he was, like he wanted to destroy me. I was stroking my own hard dick like mad and as he continued to rape my ass, I cried out in ecstasy and shot my load all over my stomach. I worked my shaft like crazy to get every bit of pleasure I could, and he was so caught up in demolishing my fuck hole that he didn’t even notice my orgasm. Finally, the pace of his fucking slowed, then stopped, his cock still hard and buried in my hole as deep as it would go.

He was breathing heavily as he stared at me with an unreadable expression, his sweat dripping on my face and body. He was still between my legs, his upper body looming over me as I lay there, loving that his cock was still inside me. It was the first time during the entire encounter that I was able to get a close look at his face; he was very handsome, with his beautiful curly red hair and brilliant green eyes. I reached up to caress his face, but he smacked my hand away, saying, “Don’t touch my face, you hear me?” I dropped my hand and said, “Well fine then, but damn man, you fucking raped my ass something fierce, so can I at least get a kiss?” He recoiled and said, “Fuck no man, I don’t kiss guys,” and he pulled out of my ass, got off the bed, stood up and walked to the far side of the room where his clothes were lying on the floor. I sighed to myself; I should have realized from the beginning that he was just another closeted “straight” asshole, but my lust for him overrode my common sense, like it always does when I’m horny. He started rapidly pulling on his clothes, like he couldn’t wait to get out of there, then turned back to look at me and said, “I’m not a queer like you, okay?” Anger suddenly overtook me. I had put up with his abuse because I wanted his cock, but somehow that remark pissed me off to the point where I made one of the biggest mistakes in my entire life. I laughed and said, “Yeah whatever dude, you just fucked another man in the ass. I’d say that makes you queer,” and I turned to look at him and realized I should have kept my mouth shut because he rapidly crossed the room to where I was now sitting up on the bed, his face a mask of fury and before I could duck or avoid him, he had drawn his arm back and slammed his fist into my right eye.

The pain was immediate; I felt my eye start to swell up and I put my arms out to try to ward off another punch, but he grabbed my right arm, dragged me off the bed and threw me on the floor. He started kicking me, his face wild with rage as he yelled repeatedly, “I’m not a fucking queer, you hear me? I’m not a faggot!!! I’m not a faggot!!!” I managed to roll away from him across the floor and as I stood up, I felt his huge cum load leak from my hole and run down my leg as I begged him, “Please man, I’m sorry, don’t hit me no more,” but he was upon me again, pummeling my body with a flurry of punches. I backed away from him and found myself against the wall. He landed a solid hit to my midsection, doubling me over and knocking the wind out of me. Bent over, gasping in pain, I pleaded with him, “Stop man, please, I’ll do anything you want, please don’t hurt me anymore,” and he stopped, still glaring at me with hatred in his eyes as I slowly was able to breathe again. I stood up straight as best I could, still backed up against the wall. “I’m sorry,” I said in the most groveling tone I could manage, “I mean it, please, I’m so sorry,” and he stood in front of me, seemingly under control again. “I’ll let you fuck me again, whenever you want, I promise,” I said, “just please don’t hit me again.” For a minute, it seemed like his anger had receded, but then in a move so rapid I never saw it coming, he yelled, “Fuck you!!!” and drove his fist into my left eye with such force that it caused the back of my head to slam into the wall behind me and that was the last thing I remembered as I crumpled to the floor and was out cold

It was hours later that I finally regained consciousness, my head a mass of throbbing, intense pain. My ass felt raw, torn up and gaping. I tried to open my eyes, but they were both almost swollen shut from where he had punched me. I was only able to see a little, but enough to determine that he was gone. I decided a damage assessment was in order, so I struggled to my feet and stumbled to the bathroom. I turned on the light and was stunned by what I saw in the mirror. Both my eyes were indeed blackened and swollen, there was dried blood under my nose and my upper lip was split. I had cuts and bruises all over the rest of my face and body as well; he must have pummeled me fiercely after rendering me unconscious. I opened my mouth and was relieved to see all my teeth still intact. I felt the back of my head where it had slammed into the wall; fortunately, there was no blood, just a massive knot and horrible pain. I reached into the medicine cabinet and found the bottle of Vicodin that my doctor had illegally prescribed for me. I shook two tablets into my hand, then went back to my bedroom and swallowed them down with a huge gulp of Bacardi. Jesus, I thought, he had choked me, spit on me and repeatedly slapped me around and violently raped my ass. And it had been worth it, just to get fucked by that big and beautiful cock, to know that he had enjoyed my ass so much that he filled it with his cum. And he had repaid the pleasure I had given him by beating the shit out of me. What the fuck was wrong with me? How could I possibly enjoy letting that animal rape and abuse me like he did? How could I let myself sink that low and still call myself a man?

You let myself sink that low because you’re a slut and a whore, I told myself. You let yourself sink that low because you’ll do anything for cock. Because I knew that if I could find him, I would let him rape me again, as savagely as he wanted, if it meant I could feel his massive piece of meat pounding my asshole again. I felt self-loathing at what I had let him do to me and depraved lust at the thought of him fucking me again. Next time though, the only time I would open my mouth would be to suck his dick and make him hard. No conversation, except to beg for his cock again. I was starting to feel the effects of the Vicodin and liquor and was getting unsteady on my feet. I thought about taking another pill, but three might put me in a coma, so I drank some more rum instead and got into my bed, thinking that he might show up at that park again one day. God, I hoped so, I thought, again feeling both shame and sexual craving. He enjoyed raping me, I know he did. I knew I could get him to do it again. I’d get on my knees and beg if I had to. Yeah, I thought to myself as I started to feel increasingly lightheaded and dopey as my eyes slowly closed, be a good, obedient slut boy next time and you can have that magnificent cock in your ass again, hopefully without getting beaten up. Do what whores like you are supposed to do and just shut up and spread your legs, that’s the way to get fucked without any drama and without getting hurt and that was the last thought I had as the drugs and liquor drove me down into the blessed dark of unconsciousness.

To Be Continued..