Diego

After lunch my phone vibrated in the desk. A message from Diego:

“Faggot, xxyy address, 7”

I was expected to be at the specified address at 7. Even though I did have plans to hit the gym and dinner with a friend after work, I didn’t even flinch to respond:

“Yes”

I canceled my plans and became excited by the new one. The address seemed familiar. Diego had sent me to numerous addresses over the last 15 or so months, sometimes he’d be there, sometimes not. Sometimes I’d be blindfolded, sometimes not. I could not place a face with the address, but my hungry holes didn’t care.

Went home, cleaned out, threw on a classic Bike white jockstrap, 3” waistband, poppers necklace, and easily removable sweats, and off I went to the address provided.

I certainly remember being there once before, but still couldn’t place a face. I walked up to the door excited and nervous. Before I knocked, Diego stood in the doorway, his tall, intimidating frame and that familiar scowl greeted me. He abruptly grabbed me by the arm and shut the door behind me. He was shirtless, in a black pair of boxer briefs. I didn’t see another person in the room.

“On your knees, faggot!, Diego yelled out. I dropped to my knees and Diego whipped out his semi-hard cock. “Open that mouth, cocksucker!” I opened and Diego grabbed onto both sides of my head and began to bob it up and down the entire length of his penis. I could feel it hardening and expanding down my throat. My throat slime flying everywhere, I was now gagging and choking.

Diego pushed me off to give me a second to breathe and I removed my shirt and opened my mouth again before he asked me to. I was ready, and wanted to feel every inch of that 9.5 crawling down my throat. Diego battered my throat wildly now pushing my head all the way down until my nose hit his pelvic bone. My jaw stretching by beyond normal, my tongue flush so that the underside of his dick was rubbing along it as it penetrated my throat. I placed my hands on Diego’s tree-trunk thighs to steady myself.

Diego pushed me off again and this time reached into his shorts and pulled out a mask, which was placed over my head. The eyes had dark black patches of cloth that removed my vision completely. Small nose hole for my nostrils and a nice opening for my mouth.

I heard footsteps now on the wood flooring, and they were drawing closer. Suddenly, an o-ring gag was placed on my head and secured. Diego spoke, “look at that cocksucker now. You gonna use him?” And just like that, a second cock was entering my throat through the o-ring. Not as long as Diego, but a healthy mouthful at that. A set of hands holding my head steady, this stranger’s cock burst through my throat at a very rapid pace. With no way to control my mouth, there was lots of drool and with an unobstructed path, the two of them made good use of my skull, taking turns fucking my throat and holding onto my head tightly. Diego began to shout, “TAKE MY NUT COCKSUCKER!”. I’d never experienced a man cumming done my throat while wearing an o-ring. Diego planted his cock down my throat and I felt it pumping, but couldn’t swallow. His buddy began to pump his dick next and moments later he fed me his load.

I was dizzy, and light-headed. I started to reach behind me to undo the strap of the gag when Diego’s hands pulled my wrists away. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing cocksucker!” He yelled and smacked me hard across the face, the thin fabric of the mask doing nothing to block the sting.

I fell to the left and quickly found my way back to my knees. Someone yanked me up and threw me over the edge of the sofa, and my sweats were pulled down and off. A hard spank to the ass came next and some spit into my crack. I scrambled to take a hit of poppers before I felt Diego’s cock pop inside me. There’s no mistaking his cock for anyone else’s. As my hole relaxed from the long draw I took, Diego found a his way with his snake to dig deep in my ditch. “Use it’s mouth”, Diego told his friend.

My head was raised up by the chin and once again my mouth was full of dick. The two of them ruthlessly using my holes like I was just a thing, not a person. And, having Diego refer to me as “it” made it certainly feel that way. For me, it was a moment of inspiration, as a faggot, I feel like my purpose has been met. I like feeling and being “just a hole” to be used and enjoyed without regard for me. At that moment, it was mission accomplished. I felt myself become even slacker, which allowed them both to use both of my holes with no resistance whatsoever.

They would take turns using my mouth hole and my ass hole for almost an hour, in this position. My hole getting completely obliterated! His friend pulled me up and pushed me on my back. I held my ass up by holding onto my ankles, exposing my open pussy to him. Diego shouted out, “it wants more, fuck that pussy good man”, and Diego then held my ankles back and gave his friend open access to my gaping pussy and he recklessly pistoned his erection in and out of me until he shouted out, grunted, and bred me like a whore.

Diego threw me back onto my stomach. My cage rubbing on the sofa cushion, and he pressed down on my back as he pushed up inside my flooded hole. I could feel and hear all that jizz churning, coating my rectum walls with his buddy’s cream as he used it to easily slide into my pussy…and then he added his own load. I was sure if I were a woman, I’d be impregnated by their virility. There babies swimming inside me, there was just so much of it!

Finally, the o-ring gag was removed from my mouth. My jaw was sore. The friend walked away, and now it was just Diego and me. I was still lying on my stomach, and I could feel his presence in the room, still unable to see anything. Thinking maybe we were finished, I tried to remove the mask. Bad idea. Diego smacked me on the back of the head, pulled me up under my arm and nastily threw me into a chair. With my ass facing out, my wet pussy was once again receiving more of Diego’s fury, his raging hard-on piercing through me relentlessly, fucking fear into me. If he was trying to intimidate or terrorize me, it was working. It was an angry, hate-filled fuck that lasted no more than 10 minutes, and a second load of Diego’s sperm marked my guts. He’d fucked me hard and deep before, and even a few times with so much animosity and venom, but this was especially extreme.

“Fuck you, fucking faggot!” He yelled as he kicked me in the ass with his huge foot after filling me. Then he reached up to yank the mask off my face and threw me onto the wood floor. My eyes still adjusting to the light, I blinked and he walked up to my face, spit in it, and said through clenched teeth, “get the fuck out of my sight faggot. Now!”

I trembled as I quickly threw on my sweat pants, grabbed my shirt and keys and left. I put my shirt on outside, and ran to my car and started it. I began to ask myself why Diego calls me to service him and his friends if he despises me so much? But then I began to feel his essence dripping out of beaten hole and stopped wondering. Diego can bully me all he wants if I get that dick. I think he knows his dick is a powerful tool in more ways than one. It has a hold over me, and I’d do anything degrading, or humiliating, to get more of it.