Diego

The day after serving his buddy, Diego texted me a second consecutive day. This time it was his usual daytime pattern, sometime between 1-3pm, unless it’s a weekend then anything goes. As it were, I was in a very important work meeting in our Board Room. I had the phone on silent so I wouldn’t disturb the meeting should my phone ring. It was face up, and I saw a message come through from Diego. It read, “be here at 7 bitch”. I grabbed my phone very quickly in fear someone would see this message. I replied “yes Sir”. And I began to turn red and sweat. My entire demeanor changed after that text.

After the meeting, one of my colleagues asked if everything was ok with me because I suddenly seemed flushed. I said yes, and that the Board Room was warm. I hate that I’ve become such a good storyteller, covering up the truth. I couldn’t come outright and tell her the cause of my behavior was a very hot black man with a very large cock, and that I’ve been commanded to service him tonight. I untangled myself from the conversation, went to the men’s room to wash my face and hands, and then returned to my desk. I did everything I could to focus on my work, and not on Diego’s cock. It also helped me keep my own cock at bay, as it’s metal cage prohibits any hardons and when it attempts to grow, the ache is cruel. But I’ve become used to that.

Anyway, I drove home after work, and as it was already a little after 5:30, I didn’t have lots of time to relax. I didn’t hesitate, as a good faggot does, did what was needed to be clean, presentable, and useable. A fresh shaving of the body hair, a good internal cleaning, a fresh buzzing of my head, a new jockstrap (blue and black GBGB from jockstraps.com). I was feeling it. I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. I put on the black leather harness, then my jeans, and my coat without a shirt.

Drove over to Diego’s and wondered what I’d find. He’s not predictable. He was not outside like last time, but the weather is colder and rainy. I entered his building and walked to his door. I opened the door, and shut it behind me. He was there, lights out, tv on. On the sofa, completely naked, no cap, no wifebeater. His hand stroking his piece as he stared at the porn playing on tv. I wasn’t paying attention to what he was watching. I removed my clothes, with harness and jockstrap on, I crawled over towards his open legs.

He removed his hand from his hard 9.5”er and I went to grab it so I could guide it into my mouth. He swatted my hand away, then slapped my face, and spit into my face and yelled, “no hands you fucking faggot”. So I placed my arms behind my back, and leaned in to take his cock in my mouth. This time I got it right. I slowly went down on him, and Diego raised his arms up over the back of the sofa with his legs spread, “yeah that’s it faggot”. I slurped up and down wanting to let Diego know I was ready and able to please him. Once my throat warmed up, and his cock was coated in my slime, i went and took the plunge, taking him all the way down to the root, meeting his pubes with my nose.

I deep throated and held him in there for a few seconds, then I’d lift off and do it again, and again. My eyes watered. I was breathing hard between deep throats, but I know Diego likes this, so I continue to challenge myself, and I do it. Knowing, eventually, he’s going to take control and fuck my throat until it’s raw and covered in his cum. And that’s exactly what did happen. After about 15-20 min, Diego decided the fun was over and he was going to put me through his paces. He stood up and looked down at me. The scowl was frightening. He spit in my eyes, and smacked me across the face several times. He hadn’t been that brutal in a few weeks. Oddly, I missed being roughed up. After each slap, I presented my cheek to him to do it again and again. Then he looked down and said, “open that mouth faggot!” He roughly grabbed me, and shoved his cock deep down my throat. My eyes bulged out from the intrusion. Diego proceeded to fuck my throat like I was a blow up doll or something, brutalizing my throat until he grunted and shit a strong nut, painting my esophagus with his cumload.

He let go of my head and dropped down on the sofa. I grabbed my throat, breathing hard and gasping for air. That was a severe throat fucking. I dream about Diego raping my throat like that, and now it was my reality. I knew I’d have limited time to recover. I could see Diego’s cook still rock hard. He sat motionless with his head in his hands. I just observed his form, that incredible body. I wanted to kiss him, to lick every piece of him, to worship him. But that would never be. Diego is not about that, and I stopped fooling myself a long time ago that it would ever happen.

I had been so wrapped up in my own thoughts I almost didn’t hear Diego stand up. He took an angry step towards me, and yelled, “get up faggot, get up now faggot”. And I rose to my knees and he spit on my face again a couple of times. My face was wet and I wanted so desperately to wipe his spit off my my forearms, but he stared at me, daring me to do it. The more he stared the more I wanted to wipe away his spit. I turned my glance down to the floor, I couldn’t look at him any longer. He reached down and smacked me across the face so hard I landed on my side. Then he yelled again, “this is what happens when you disrespect me, faggot” and he spit on my again, and with his arms crossed he looked me in the eyes again, waiting to see what I’d do. I began to sweat, but I did not move. Satisfied, Diego yelled,”open ya mouth bitch”. He was still somewhat hard, and he used my mouth food to get him hard again.

He pulled me up by my arms and physically threw me over the edge of the sofa.  I thought he was going to fuck me right away, but he surprised me. He reached over to retrieve something and then he said, “open ya mouth fucking faggot”, and he shoved a ball into my mouth and clasped a strap tightly around my head. He said, “this will shut you up faggot. Tired of hearing ya mouth”. Then he grabbed me by the wrists, and with my arms behind my back, he cuffed them together. Then I heard him spitting, some landing in my crack, and he rubbed his hard cock between my ass cheeks, until he finally found my pucker, and he shoved inside...his cock deep inside. My hole hurt like hell, I bit down hard on the gag. I could feel my teeth biting down. Facing forward, and in no condition to turn my head around to see what was happening, Diego grabbed my wrists like a handle, and pulled my arms back, stretching my triceps, and he began to slide his cock in deep stokes in and out of me.

I closed my eyes and transported my brain to somewhere else. i was trying any tactic to help me ensure the pain inflicted upon me as Diego smacked my ass, gripped my hips, my shoulders, the cuffs, with such intense force. His cock like an iron rod pistoning deeply in and out of me. My eyes began to water. Drool was escaping from my mouth. I was being used and used hard. I reminded myself this is what I came for, this is what I wanted, needed, and craved. I let Diego have his way with me, letting him debase me, and fuck me like an animal.  Diego was especially hard on me tonight. I wondered what had happened to get him so worked up? I don’t really know anything about him. And as I wondered these things, Diego was ready to cum. He let out a series of hard grunts his hips thrusting into me forcefully until tat one final push that would send him over the edge and he blasted another strong load of semen into my guts.

He pulled out and was breathing hard. I was still gagged and cuffed. He left me there like that for a few minutes. Then I heard him get up and shoved his cock inside my ass again. Holding it there, and then I felt it, his piss began to fill me up, I was feeling a little bloated. When he finished he walked over to my face and pulled the gag out and said “open faggot”, and he put his dick in my mouth releasing drops of piss. Then he removed the gag from my head, and unlocked my wrists. They hurt as the cuffs were tightly secured.

Then Diego left the room. He just walked away, saying nothing. I felt used, and I was no longer needed. I quickly dressed and was undecided if I would make it home without all that piss bursting out of me. I decided to take a chance. I drove fast, parked, and ran up to the toilet. I was sad that Diego’s essence was no longer inside me. It made me feel empty.

I saw myself in the mirror. My wrists were bruised as well as my cheeks. My eyes were burning red. I looked like a mess. I took the harness off and went to bed. I didn’t fall asleep right away. I was too busy thinking about Diego. Wondering what he’s doing now? Wondering more about him personally? What does he do for a living, etc. so many questions without any answers. Wondering how I let someone I barely know fuck me over 30 times? Then my thoughts morphed to thinking about his majestic cock. Then I was tossing and turning and just couldn’t get comfortable.
I decided that if I could just get myself off maybe I’d fall asleep.

I got up and took out my toys. I cleaned them off, and lubed up the 10” dildo. This one used to be enough to get me off, but I knew it would be a starter. I would need something more substantial. I lubed up the fist dildo, got onto my back, and slowly worked it inside me until the fist popped in. With my right hand I began to slowly punch fuck myself, with my left hand I was tweaking my tits. Without a gag on, I was quite loud. I took a hit of poppers and resumed the fist punching. That fist rubbing my prostate and expanding my hole made me crazy. I became louder and louder and I ducked myself harder and harder. As I came, I felt my ass strongly spasm around the fist sending dribbles of cum out the cage and landing on my pubes.

Now I was satisfied. My fingers scooped up as much of my load as I could get and I ate it. Then, feeling relaxed, I was able to fall asleep.