Diego

It was Saturday, January 2 when I saw a text pop up on my phone. I had stayed awake quite late the night before, and I saw the text had come in around 8am. It was after 10am when I noticed it. I thought to myself, “SHIT!”, I had never done that before. Always fearing Diego would find another fag to fuck, I always kept my phone nearby, always checking messages. The text said, “you awake faggot?”, then 15 min later, “faggot”? Then 15 more min, “FAGGOT?”. I made Diego wait for me. This couldn’t be good. I replied immediately, “here Sir. Sorry”.

I waited, and I waited, 10am turned to 11am, I stared at my phone. Then around 11:30a, when I had just about given up, he finally replied. “You are sorry, faggot! Get your lazy ass over here!” I breathed a sigh of relief, “yes Sir”  since Diego has been in my life I couldn’t imagine it without him. He was giving me what I craved deep inside, and I was his faggot outlet. He used me to fuck out his pent up sexual frustrations, and I was, and am, okay with that.

As all good subs do, I ensured I was well cleaned out for use. I took with me some of my toys, I had never brought them before. I fished out a fresh bottle of poppers that had just arrived in the mail. Put on an old jockstrap, a ratty white t-shirt, an old pair of jeans, old tennis shoes, a coat, and off I went. I was ready for anything Diego might need from me.

I walked in and Diego was sitting on the sofa. Porn playing on the screen, cock in hand, boxers down to his knees, black t-shirt, ball cap on, he looked so hot, tatted up, that goatee, my hole began to quiver. He has this effect on me. His cock like a magnet to me, helpless, drawn in.

Diego broke his trance and looked at me. His face turning from peaceful to pissed, as I stripped, he walked over to me, and said, “you look at me faggot!”, and he sprayed me with his spit, right in my face, getting in my eyes. “You fucking lazy faggot!” And he slapped me hard, I nearly fell back. “Get on your knees fucking faggot”!

I would be lying if I wrote I didn’t expect retribution. I didn’t think I was going to get away with a delayed response to his texts. I knew I’d pay. And it turned me on. I knew I was walking into the lions den. I got on my knees, and Diego yelled, “open your mouth fucking faggot!”. I think Diego likes reminding me that I’m a faggot and he’s not, is what I began to think in that moment. Then he reached into my bag with the dildos sticking out, and grabbed one. He shoved it down my throat, held my head back and fed it to me, I couldn’t breathe. I was spitting, snot draining out of my nose. When he stopped, he looked down at me, spit into my face, slapped me, “OPEN FAGGOT!”, and then he shoved his hard and massive dick deep inside. He held my head in his strong hands and pumped in and out. I tried to push him off me with my hands, but he swatted them away and yelled angrily, “take this big dick bitch!”

He got into a good rhythm, as did I. I leaned forward, leaning into the skull fuck I was getting, and then it happened, Diego began to unload, “oh fuck, get that nut, all of it faggot!”, and hungrily, I did. I drank in every single drop. When he finished, he surprised me with a quick switch over and urinated straight down my gullet. I swallowed dutifully, knowing what Diego wanted, what he expected. He shook his dick while still in my mouth. Then he started pumping again, I could feel him harden.

He hurriedly pulled out, and pointed to the chair, “on the chair faggot!”. I mounted the chair, ass up. I fished for the poppers in my sock, and my hand was slapped and swatted, then he pulled my arm behind my back and said, “NO FAGGOT!”, then he let go. He pulled my belt off my jeans, folded it in half, and began strapping my ass and my back, “YOU FAGGOT, TAKE IT!”, he began to yell in my ears. It hurt, my ass and back began to sting, they burned. He was hot, my ass was hot. He was pissed off, he was sending a clear message. My cock began to leak.

Then he spit in my crack and speared his dick deep inside, and he grunted, pushing in deep, as far as it would go. I yelped, “OH FUCK”! He yelled back and slapped my ass hard, “SHUT UP AND TAKE THIS DICK YOU FUCKING FAGGOT”, and he proceeded to hate fuck me. His iron rod splitting me open, tearing up my hole. Fucking me silly. I gripped onto that chair hanging on by the edge of life, biting down on my lip, trying I stay somewhat quiet. It wasn’t easy. He’s not easy. It felt like a hot steel pipe moving through me, and then he unloaded bullets of cum bursting through, erupting inside me like a volcano. My jockstrap began to stain, pre leaking out the metal cage.

Diego swatted my ass as he came down from his intensity. “Don’t move, faggot!”, and he reached over into my bag of toys. I looked back and saw it was the 10” dildo. He placed it at the entrance of my pussy, and he just pushed it right inside. He fucked with with that dildo and began to say, “look at you faggot, you love it. That faggot pussy can’t get enough cock!”. Then he lined up his dick next to the dildo, and I saw stars, as he pushed both inside. 9.5” of real dick next to 10” of fake dick. I had taken fist before, but had a chance to work up to it. Didn’t see this coming. Diego began to rock his dick in and out at the same time, using his hand to fuck me with the dildo. It was hurting. I tried again to reach for the poppers in my sock, and again, he swatted my hand away, only this time as he yelled, “I SAID NO FAGGOT!”, he pulled my arm behind me like a handle and he punch fucked me with both dicks. I was crying out, “OH FUCK, OOH”, as he swatted me ass again, “KEEP IT DOWN FAGGOT!”, and I bit my lip again, moaning.

He pulled the dildo out of me, reached over to my shoulders squeezing them tightly, getting up on his toes, I felt his entire body tighten as he sent another load inside. When he settled back down on his feet, he swatted my ass several times. It stung, I wondered if the belt left any visible bruises. Then he pulled out. I spun around off the chair, got to my knees to obediently cleaned off his cock without being asked. Any faggot worth his weight would do the same.

Diego had cum 3 times. It was mid afternoon. I was unsure if I should stay where I was on my knees, or attempt to leave on my own terms? I didn’t want to risk Diego throwing my clothes out the window or into the hallway in broad daylight. That hadn’t happened before, at least not ALL my clothes in broad daylight.  As if he could sense me thinking, he took long and fast strides and I was given a backhander to the cheek. “YOU WANT MORE DICK FAGGOT”? I knew this was a rhetorical question.  He knocked me off my knees and I began to think about our past experiences, it was rare to get another load after 3 had happened.

I was almost sprawled on the carpet and Diego pulled me up. He looked thoroughly disgusted, i was pathetic in his eyes, no self-worth, pitiful. Maybe all that is true? I could feel his judgment. I could feel his entitlement to exploit me, knowing I’d never fight back. Somehow finding gratification from the abuse.  His eyes were red with fire, and he sprayed spit in my face as he yelled again, yanking me up from the floor, “GET UP FAGGOT! COCKSUCKER, OPEN YOUR MOUTH!”, and he gripped my hair, pulling on it as he shoved his dick down my throat again.

Then he pushed me down to the floor, my back on the carpet, and he straddled my face. He spit down, slapped me, “OPEN FAGGOT”, and as I was pinned down by the wrists with his hands, he used my throat. I just couldn’t believe this stud could stay hard all this time, for hours, nutting multiple times. Diego would pinch my nostrils closed causing me to open my mouth wide and he’d fuck it, I was gurgling, choking, drooling. Then Diego got down to a push up position, so his dick was in my mouth but he was horizontal over my face. He piston fucked my throat like that, I grabbed onto his beefy ass and he fed me what would be his final load that afternoon. My throat was wrecked, my pussy was worn out. Always how I feel after a session with Diego. That’s part of what brings me back for more. I like knowing I was used. I like to remember it, to be reminded of it.

So, Diego dismounted after I swallowed his load, and I laid there for a minute as he rose up. I knew it was time to go. Diego walked away, I had been dismissed. I started to put the dildos back in the backpack, and as I was putting on my jeans, he walked back into the room. He casually walked over to my t-shirt, and shredded it, ripping it up, then he laughed, that “I’m better than you, faggot” laugh. Then I grabbed my belt, and he grabbed my shoes, he opened his window, and threw out one and then the other. And turned around and laughed again. And my jacket was within arms reach of both of us, but I dared not move. He made a move for it, opened the door and threw it down the hallway. Diego turned  back around laughed again, and got right in my face, almost nose to nose, he spit on my face, and said under his breath, right in my ear, “GET YOUR LAZY,  FILTHY ASS OUT OF HERE FAGGOT”, and he shoved me out the door, shirtless. Then out came the backpack, and the door slammed shut.

I ran for my jacket, put it on and thought, damn, I got away easy! I was like a kid in a candy store, on a sugar high, and almost skipped out to find my shoes.  I drove home and laid down in my bed, removing my jeans, I played with my hole a little, I wanted to feel Diego’s seed in my hole. Somehow knowing it was there made me feel whole. Then I drifted off to nice long nap.