Diego

I’ve been getting so much dick lately. Between Jace, my keyholder, Erik, my fisting top, and Diego, my black God, I’ve had no shortage of sex, and my hole is loving all the attention. Diego is definitely my most frequent fuck, and being his faggot to use and abuse has been a privilege and honor, and makes me feel useful. Diego has tested my limits, and with each session, I become a better faggot. I’ve learned a lot about myself as well; I can handle physical duress and discovered the thrill of public exhibition. I see all three of these “relationships” as opportunities for development.

So here we are, several days removed from the threesome with Erik and Mike, a week after my last session with Jace, cock still intact, and called upon by Diego for service. I remember it being a Thursday afternoon when I received a text from him, “fucking faggot, 7 tonight”. I wonder when he texts me, what’s going through that brain of his? But I respond quickly, and send my usual response, “yes Sir”. I still suffer from the anxiety of Diego finding another faggot to use. We all know there are so many of us out there. Even after 4 months, I feel expendable. One day he will want a new toy, but until then, I am here to serve his needs.

I rush home from work and take my time for a deep cleanse. It’s nice not to feel not so rushed, and he’s asked me to come an hour later than usual. I put on the harness for this session and a simple black Bike jockstrap. It is old, but the pouch is tight and holds the cage in securely. I sense I’m gonna be getting it rough tonight. Only because he referred to me as “fucking faggot” in his text as opposed to the usual, “faggot”. Maybe I was reading into it too much, but i was ready for whatever he’d have planned. As I was getting ready I wondered if Diego pre-plans how he’ll use me or if he improvises? Or maybe there’s some of both? I start getting goosebumps, and a wave of excitement washes over me.

I drove over, and when I parked, I pre-poppered in the car, and the short walk to his apartment. My head began to get a little foggy, a warm sensation all over. My hole began to tingle, and I pinched one of my nips through my shirt, the poppers pronouncing the sensation. My cock aching in my jock. I opened the door and closed it behind me. There he was, sitting in the dark, except for the light of the television. From what I can tell, he was naked, only a pair of white socks. I undressed and placed my clothes in a pile on the living room floor, away from the window, close to the door.

He never made eye contact with me, but that’s typical. My presence almost inconsequential. I know I wasn’t there for conversation, I was there to be used. As I walked to kneel between his legs, I turned to the television to see 2 hung black guys spit-roasting a white woman. She was moaning loudly while 1 was deep fucking her pussy and the other feeding her his dick. Diego was stroking his 9.5” on the sofa it was raging hard. I kneeled, and I went to lean in and suck him. I didn’t see it coming, it was a viscous slap across the face. One hard slap that nearly knocked me to the floor. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the  wall. Kicking me in my rib cage along the way, “get in position faggot” he yelled in my ear. I think he wanted it so that my head was against the wall, so I sat with my back to the wall. He looked down with one the meanest looks of absolute revulsion, and spit right in my face. Slapped me again across the face for good measure and said, “open that mouth faggot”. I remembered the last time we had done this, and it wasn’t pretty. But I wanted it, I wanted to choke all over that dick. He pushed his hands up against the wall, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, and he proceeded to push his throbbing tool down my throat, using it at different speeds and angles. I grabbed onto his ass, and I began to sputter, drool, choke, gurgle, eyes tearing, deprived of oxygen. For anyone that has ever endured a huge cock skull fucking, you will relate. With my head planted on the wall, I couldn’t move my head away. I was being savagely throat fucked, and I loved every single moment of it. I wasn’t scared, I wanted all of it. Diego’s body began to tense, the sweat dripping off him, he balled his hands into a fist and almost punched the wall as he started to grunt and as I felt his cock unleash torrents of spunk down my gullet. I heard him yell, “oh fuck, oh fuck yeah take that load faggot, eat it all!”. His ass felt so hot holding onto his ass for almost the entire ride. Feeling that ass tense up till the moment he released all that ball juice inside me. Fuck that was hot. Almost killed me in the process, but I’ve learned I’ll do anything to get that load!

He pulled his cock of my throat and wiped his shaft all over my face. My chin and my chest were drenched from all the drool and a little vomit. I was breathing hard. Diego was too. But I knew I wasn’t done. He grabbed the harness by my chest and started to drag me towards his bedroom. I was stumbling along the way. He threw me onto the bed, I was spread eagle and he grabbed his belt from the floor and began to whack my ass and back with it. I’m sure I had welts.  This stung harder than his hands, and the sound of the “crack” when the belt hit my body was loud. No mistaking he was belting me with force. I’ve always craved a good punishment session, and I’ve had a few over the years. If Diego needed to belt me, I didn’t stop him. I began to cry out a little after each swat. This enraged Diego. He pulled off his dirty sock and shoved it in my mouth to muffle me. It smelled, it was dirty. I inhaled deeply. And the belting continued. At least 50 seats across my ass and back. Each one sending shock tingles and stinging throughout my body. When he was finished, I dropped the sock out of my mouth.

Diego pulled me up by the harness so now I was on all 4’s. He reached under the bed and, as my face was down on the bed with my eyes closed, i was caught off guard when he grabbed my left arm and pulled it behind my back, snapped on a handcuff, then pulled the right arm, and secured me. My wrists were tightly cuffed behind my back. Diego pulled me back so my ass was hanging off the bed, stood behind me, spit into my crack, rubbed his cock in his spit, and then pushed inside me. I let out a loud “oh fuck!”, as my assring was popped open. He smacked my ass, “shit the fuck up faggot!” And another swat, as he pushed inside. He grabbed my cuffed wrists and pulled back, my sockets were straining. I began to sweat as he began to rhythmically nail me. His 9.5” digging deep inside, he pumped me hard, the pressure of him pulling my arms back killing my triceps, when I tried to lean down, I experienced more strain on them. I tried to keep my torso up higher to bring some relief. He then pushed down on my back, then pulled my arms back tighter, and I let out an “oh fuck”, and my hole clenched. I could sense he was getting ready to bust because his cock grew more rigid in my ass, and his breathing because more labored, and then that familiar grunt of “fuuuccckkk faggot, I’m breeding that faggot pussy. Get that nut”! He finally let go of my arms, but I was still cuffed.

He didn’t pull out of my ass. He stayed inside and after a minute, I felt warm piss emptying in me. Holy shit, I thought, I’m getting pissed in! My abdomen began to throb and I prayed I wasn’t going to involuntary release any urine onto his bed. He pulled out and I clenched my ass tightly. Then he unlocked the handcuffs, and my arms just dropped, they were “dead”, and I couldn’t move them.

He screamed, “get up faggot!”. I tried to move, it was slow. He pulled the harness, raising me up, so now I was kneeling on the bed, he looked me in the eye, spit again in my face several times, a most ferocious look on his face as he stroked his goatee. It looked like he was thinking what to do next. Then he slapped me when I turned up to look at him. This caused my ass to open and some piss leaked out onto the bed. This enraged him. And he slapped me harder, 3 successive blows to the cheek. I squeezed down hard to keep that piss inside.

He spit on me again, grabbed the harness by the chest, and pulled me off the bed. Dragging me to the living room. A little piss leaking, as I couldn’t control my hole entirely. He finally let go of the harness, saw my pile of clothes on the floor. He fished for my keys in my jacket, and threw them in the hallway. He stared at me, glaring at me with a curled upper lip, as he picked up my clothes and shoes, and tossed them across the room, almost in the kitchen. He opened the door, grabbed onto the harness from the chest area again, pulled on it and threw me into the hallway, I crashed into the wall. He shut the door. I ran down for my keys. His nosy neighbor opened her door and began yelling at me, “you again! I’m calling the cops this time! Get the fuck out of here! What’s wrong with you?!”, this caused 2 other neighbors to open their doors, and I froze. And I was still clenching so it was not like I could easily run. My heart began to race. I reached down slowly to pick up my keys, and i trotted down the hall out of the building. That was crazy!

Once outside, I got behind the nearest bush, squat down, and released the urine. Then I made a mad dash to my car. I didn’t want to get the cops involved,’so I high tailed it home. Running in a jockstrap and harness to the car wasn’t something I had expected, but it had to be done. I raced up the sidewalk, opened the door and shut it quickly behind me. My mind and my heart were racing rapidly. I said aloud, “holy shit,’holy shit”, like I couldn’t believe what just happened! had I taken this too far? It was thrilling to be caught and to be seen. The idea that these strangers saw me nearly naked was awesome. They got to see the real me, a lowly faggot after being used. They had to know it.

I took off the harness and went to bed. I got under the blankets and closed my eyes. It was awhile before I calmed down enough to sleep. And I kept wondering what more Diego could do to me next?