Diego

It was Friday night. I had plans to go visit some friends for drinks and to chill out at their place. Was to be there by 7:30. It was around 7:00 when those plans would change. I received a text from Diego, very unexpected. “U avail faggot”? There was never a choice, I replied “yes Sir”. I called my friends, and told them something somewhat true, that I was “seeing someone”, and last minute he wanted to get together. They tried to convince me to bring him over, but I said we weren’t quite ready for that yet. After hanging up, I douched, shaved my crack, and put on the last of my new jockstraps I had ordered from DailyJocks. This one was  black Varsity Quarterback. I really like the way I looked in it. I threw on a metal cock ring. Then I threw on the jeans, an old t-shirt, jacket and shoes, and off I went.

I walked into Diego’s apartment finding him sitting on his chair, naked, except for his boxers which were on the floor just above his ankles. He was watching straight porn. I heard the sound of a woman moaning which is what gave it away. He didn’t take his eyes off the tv when I arrived. I stripped down and threw my clothes on the living room floor.

I kneeled before Diego, and leaned in to take his nightly cock into my mouth. I played right into his hands. Literally. On my decent toward his cock, he took his hand off his shaft and slapped me, open-faced across the face. Then with his other hand, and he spray spit in my face. Not the greeting I expected. He slapped me a third time knocking me off my knees.

As I was getting up, he reached down under his boxers and I saw a pair of handcuffs. He swiftly stood up, got behind me, cuffed one wrist, then the other. Both behind my back. The cuffs were secured tightly. Then he smacked me again upside the head and said “open ya mouth bitch”, and he grabbed onto my head and shoved his fully erect cock down my throat. I think I had been there for less than 2 minutes, it all happened so fast. I began to gag and choke, strings of spittle dripping down my chin. I couldn’t wipe anything away. Diego raised his arms up over his head, I leaned forward, opening wide, as he rocked his hips back and forth, “oh fuck, faggot, swallow that big dick”, he encouraged me. My own dick was beginning to stir in the jockstrap. I was loving the feeling of Diego’s dick digging deep down my throat, stretching it. Diego once again took me into a headlock, and fucked his dick faster. I thought he was gonna shoot down my throat, instead he pulled out and painted my face, cum flying out his slit, landing in my hair, my nose, in my eyes, my lips, and chin. He was a heavy cummer. He wiped his dick on my cheek, and I liked my lips. My eyes burning from the cum, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I resisted the temptation of bending over and using the carpet, I don’t think Diego would have appreciated that.

Diego stepped back for a minute, looked me in the eyes, lip curled, stroking his goatee, “look at that faggot. I bet you love it, don’t you faggot?”. I shook my head yes, because I did. He grunted and walked back over to me. He grabbed my hair and said, “open faggot”. And he placed his cock in my mouth, his shaft passing through my tongue, pushing down my throat, and he held it there for a few moments until I felt a stream of his piss begin draining down my throat. I swallowed hard, not wanting to spill a drop. When Diego deep throats me, it’s easier to swallow that way. When he was finished, he shook his cock over my face, still wet with cum.

Diego said again, “open that mouth faggot”, and he used my mouth as a fluffer to get him to full-mast. Once hard, he pulled out, got behind me, and pushed my back down. He used my cuffed wrists as a handle, and he poked his dick in my crack until just the head of of his dick pushed through my ring, then I get the deep thrust, and it felt like he was ripping me in two. He pulled my arms back, they began to throb, my wrists began to ache. I worked hard to stay on my knees, in position, as Diego rode me hard. I never felt sluttier, cum all over my face, cuffed, big dick using my ass like a fuck toy. My cock grew more rigid in the jockstrap. I couldn’t touch it, which was frustrating.

Diego really took it to me, ducking me slow and deep, hard and fast, deep, spinning his dick around stretching my insides. My arms were beyond burning by now, my wrists aching, I began to cry out, “shut the fuck up faggot and take this dick”, and he smacked my ass very hard several times. I was sure he left handprints that I would see later. He picked up the tempo, pulled my arms all the way back, almost dislocating them from their sockets and grunted loud enough wake the dead, “oh fuck, oh fuck faggot get that nut” and I could feel him pulsating inside me. I closed my eyes and imagined him spraying all that seed deep in my bowels. I clamped down on his dick, wanting to capture all of it inside me.

Diego pulled out and pushed me down. He walked away, and came back with the key to unlock the cuffs. My arms were so limp, my wrists were sore. I couldn’t move my forearm to my face. I wanted to wipe off some of the dried cum, but couldn’t. It was like the muscles were deadened, and they were sore. Diego looked at me, another familiar scowl came across his face. I must have looked pathetic to him at that moment. With him so tall, so strong, so virile, and me, a lowly faggot, too weak to move. He looked enraged. He walked up to me, and slapped me across the face so hard, I was knocked to the floor.

He got down low enough to knee me in the back, and I was now flat on my stomach. He pulled my ass apart, and pushed his dick right inside, using his own cum as lube. He was in push-up position arms at my side while he dug his cock into my wet hole. I put up no residence. I was still completely limp. My relaxed ass allowed him to go very deep inside me. This was an angry fuck. Diego is never gentle, always rough. Then he collapsed onto my back, I could feel all his weight crushing me. He reached under me and grabbed me tightly, as he continued to pulverize me, rearranging my insides, and then he grabbed me even tighter, I could feel his strong arms flexing as he sent another load in me, so explosive, so animalistic.

I think once the moment completed, and he realized he was clinging onto the very thing he loathed, he quickly jumped up. Resuming his rage, he began pacing the living room, like he couldn’t believe what he had just done. I slowly rose up from the carpet and timidly walked over to the pile of my clothes. But he was faster, and he was madder. He grabbed all of it, looked at me, I had dried cum and piss on my face, cum dripping down my crack, I could barely move my arms, my wrists very sore, and he screamed “FUCK YOU, FAGGOT”, spraying spit he was so mad. He opened the window and threw everything out.

He closed the window and stomped over to me. I was standing at this point, and in disbelief. He slapped me across the face several times, spit in my face, yelled “GET THE FUCK OUT!”, knees me in the back with the door open, and I fell forward. And he closed the door. That was scary. I wasn’t sure what just happened in there? I had been there for a a few hours. It was dark, I wondered if I’d find my clothes.

It was very cold out. I began to shiver and ran toward the side of the building. I did find my jacket with the keys still inside the pocket, I did find my jeans sprawled on the grass. I couldn’t find the black t-shirt, and I only found one shoe. I’d have to go back in the morning maybe. I sprinted to the car, got in, got it started. And I rubbed my arms, trying to get the circulation flowing. I looked in the mirror. My cheeks were marked, a little bruised. Dried cum splotches visible, dried cum in my hair. I look like I’d been beaten up on a bar brawl. Why was my dick so hard?

I drove home, got into bed, no shower, got naked, closed my eyes, and stroked my dick. I replayed the fucking I had while cuffed in my mind, how ruff it had been, which got me off quickly. Often times, after getting fucked, when I cum, it’s an experience. Cum begins to fly in all directions, spraying everything in sight. Cum flew up to my neck, the hair on my pecs, into the hair on my stomach and and, onto the sheets, just everywhere. I rubbed all of it into my skin and even ate some. I was so tired. I slept soundly.

Woke up the next day and had to scrub hard to get all that cum out. My hair had been matted in some areas. I decided to buzz it all off.