This story is 18+ and so are all the characters involved, everything here is pure fiction and has no correlation to anyone living or dead as far as I am aware. Please enjoy.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE! I’M NOT KEEPING NO FAGGOT UNDER MY ROOF!”
My father screamed at me, that was the result of me coming out to him. With tears streaking my face, the mascara I tried on that morning because I was curious what it'd look like, leaving black skids on my face. I walked out onto the street with nothing of mine, I looked back to see my furious father screaming about how he paid for everything and how I repaid him like this. I pulled out my phone, looking at the phone screen and of my lock screen showing my dog. I grip it as hard as I can and I throw it at my father. I may have been skinny but I had one hell of a throw. It hit his head with a sickening crack, and blood started blooming on his forehead. I remember screaming a fuck you of sorts as I ran off, running into the city not knowing where I was going. I knew I was going to be homeless but my mind was clouded with how my mother would feel, my dad hadn't told her about kicking me out. I spent a few cold nights on the streets, shivering next to any source of warmth I could find, one of these nights through bleary eyes I see a man smiling down at me with a warmth I was so desperately craving. I vaguely remember him scooping me up in his big strong arms, he smelt of sweat and cheap cologne but he was warm and he was holding me tight so I snuggled in deeper.
The next thing I knew I was waking up, I thought my eyes were gunked up because I couldn't open them but I soon found my eyes were blindfolded. The soft fabric against my eyes is like a gentle kiss. I tried to lift my arms up to take off the blindfold but all I managed to achieve was finding out I was tied down. My lithe body shivered up and down with fear, then cold as I realized I was naked. I was tied down naked and blindfolded and I didn't know what to do. I started crying, my tears wetting the fabric. I tried to scream or talk or anything but my mouth had a hollow plastic ball gag shoved into it, my lips wrapped around it tightly. Suddenly the silence is interrupted by a deep gravely voice, I could tell this man smoked and heavily so.
“Took you long enough, here the deal.”
I hear his heavy footsteps walk over to me and I feel his thick fingers remove my blindfold. My eyes burnt with how bright the room was, in the blurry vision I saw the man who had taken me off the street, his dark tan skin and piercing blue eyes looking down at me.
“I'm going to remove that gag, but you're going to keep your mouth open. I'm then going to fuck that right little throat of yours. If I feel any teeth whatsoever I'll remove them, you understand? Little faggots like you deserve to be with men like me.”
He spoke with a tone that conveyed he was entirely serious with what he was saying, keeping his voice low and quiet trying to make sure I heard every single word. I shook my head as tears started to streak my face again, I wanted to just let him have his way and then I'd leave, if he let me leave.
“Good cocksucker, I'm keeping you tied up for this, and for the love of god if you even think to bite down it'll be the last bite you have before I break your jaw.”
His fingers travel across my dark black curls, I clipping the gag. I moved my jaw to get rid of the ache after wearing it for who knows how long. I looked up to see him in a tank top and jeans, he was unbuckling his belt and the metal hit my brow. I cried out in pain and turned my face.
“That is gonna be the least painful thing I put you through fucker.”
I feel another hit from the belt buckle hit my head and I keep the noise to a whimper. I shut my eyes tightly trying to keep the knot of fear in my stomach down. I listened to the rustling of fabric until I felt something heavy hit my face, with how my head was tilted back it felt heavier than an arm. I breathed in the deep musk of my captor and felt my dick stir, I didn't like this and I wasn't going to enjoy it.
“Aww I see your cock wanted this, are you sure you aren't a dirty whore? Putting up the crying act?”
I hear him say and I turn my head the best I can in shame, I hated this and I wanted to be anywhere but here. I missed my mom and I wanted to go home. After a long silence I heard him chuckle with an evil tone.
“Beg me for it.”
He spoke so slowly it was impossible for me not to hear it.
“What?”
I asked with pure fear in my eyes, I wanted to think this was a bad dream.
“You heard me bitch, beg. Me. For. My. Fat. Fucking. Cock.”
I stayed silent, unable to get the words of protest, I wanted to yell at him.
“Fine.”
I feel him punch my balls so hard I couldn't breat, blinding pain rushed through my body with each hit, I screamed until my voice went hoarse. When he stopped punching I breathed as best I could. Then I heard a noise I hadn't recognised. Until I realised it was my voice, I was fucking speaking to him.
“Please.”
I let out in a meek pathetic voice.
“Please what?”
He said with a look of pure disgust on his face.
“Please fuck my throat.”
I feel another firm punch on my balls, the pain running through and leaving a dull ache behind.
“I am to be addressed as sir!”
He spoke in a firm voice, just softer than a yell, it made me shrink away from him all the same.
“Please give me your cock sir!”
I yelled out with tears in my eyes, it was at that moment I felt his hot huge dick in my mouth, and he was pushing deeper. I gagged and nearly threw up as it pushed past my throat with a ‘pop’. I heard him groan with satisfaction as my nose was buried in his balls.
“God I love breaking bitches in! Your throat is never tighter!”
It was at that point I felt him start to pump in and out of my throat, I did my best to keep my teeth from touching his cock as it filled my mouth. The pain and burning was blinding but started to fade into the background when I realised I couldn't breath. I start to shake and my vision goes black but he just laughs and keeps fucking my throat. I lose consciousness and when I wake up his cock is just waiting in my throat.
“No rest for pathetic little shits like you!”
He says with a downright cheery tone as he keeps assaulting my throat, after a few minutes of his ruthless fucking I learnt to breath when he was retracting from my mouth. His pace quickened and I felt his cock tense, oh god he was going to finish and it was going to be inside of me. Oh god oh god.
“Heres your meal for the day slut!”
I hear him roar and his cum shoots down my throat, it was warm and I felt him pump each time, I was careful not to spill a drop and he came forever what felt like ages. When he was done I felt so incredibly full I was scared it would leak out of my mouth whether I liked it or not. I felt him give my stomach a firm slap with his balls still resting on my nose.
“Damn most sluts can't take all my seed on the first try, but look at you and your little stomach!”
He hit it again and I felt his cum slosh in my abdomen.
“You must be thirsty, let me get you a drink.”
He speaks with such sincerity that I thought he was going to fetch me a cup of water, but no he stayed balls deep in my face. I then feel his hand clamp around my throat and another liquid starts pouring down. I assumed he was cumming again but it felt too continuous with no pumping. Oh god he was pissing in my throat, he was pissing in my throat and I felt my dick go rock hard.
“Damn I didn't know you were that nasty, stupid slut!”
I hear another groan of satisfaction as he pulls out and shoves his still hard dick into his jeans. He walks out of my line of sight and comes back with something in his hands, I don't register what it is until the last second.
“Can't have you passing out again so you're going to have some practice.”
His voice was menacing and my stomach was churning his fresh piss and cum. The thing in his hands was a perfect replica of his cock, attached to a strap. He brought it to my lips and I kept them sealed, I did not want that in me. He pinched my nose and as soon as I gasped for air he shoved it in roughly. It went around my head top and bottom tightly, so I had no hope of getting it off. It kept my throat so full that I didn't register what he said as he untied me from the table and left the room, leaving me alone with his cock still left in my throat.
Author here, this is meant to be a community story so I will be giving you guys options as to what kink is featured next!
- A: Chastity
- B: Latex
- C: glory hole/free use
There will be more kinks as this story goes on but I intend to keep it pretty dark.
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