A gay story: Abused and Used It was getting late on a Sunday night. I was bored, very horny and I didn’t know what to do. It was almost nine, and I was considering just pleasuring myself and calling it a night. I knew that wouldn’t do. I had desires that ran much deeper than that and would never be satisfied with that. I definitely needed a man for the level of lust I was feeling. I could go to one of my cruising spots. It was not guaranteed, but likely to result in something. I really wasn’t much in the mood for that tonight, though. I had a dilemma and was unsure how I should solve it.
As I was deep in thought, contemplating my options, my phone began to ring. Things were never that easy. But, I could hope, couldn’t I? It was likely one of my friends calling about something that would only distract me from the issue of major importance at hand. But, maybe…In any case, I would never know unless I answered the phone, so I did.
“Hi.” I said.
” Hello. Is this Chris?” the caller asked.
“It is.”
“Hey it’s Leon. You remember me?”
“Yes, I sure do.” I said. I didn’t. I had given my number out to innumerable guys over the past few years and this could be virtually any one of them. At least I had a pretty good idea what the purpose of this call was. The solution to my dilemma may just be on the opposite end of this phone.
“It’s been a while. That last time in the hotel was awesome. I had a great time with you.”
That narrowed it down some. But I still wasn’t sure exactly who I was talking to. “Yeah. I had a great time.” I replied.
” You took some good abuse that night. It’s been making me hot thinking about it. I’d love to abuse you some more, treat you like a piece of shit, the way you like it. Are you free tonight?”
Finally, it clicked. Now I remembered who Leon is. It all came back to me and my cock started to stiffen thinking about our previous encounter. I met him one night while I was walking home from a friends house. He pulled up to me in his car and asked me if I wanted to hang out, which, naturally, I did. He took me to a hotel, telling me what he was into on the way. It was a hell of a night, to put it mildly. He was into verbal abuse, spitting and rough stuff. I could certainly do with a night like that tonight.
“I sure am,” I said, “When do you want to meet up?”
“How’s an hour from now sound?”
“Sounds just about right.” I said.
“Good,” he said “We can go to the same hotel. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Wear some panties, if you have them. I’ll bring everything else.” He told me to meet him at an intersection that was near where I live. We said our goodbyes and hung up.
I immediately started getting ready, the way a bottom always should, and the anticipation was growing by the minute. I put on a pair of black, lacy panties and some black thigh high stockings for good measure. I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I’m sure I wouldn’t be in anything I wore for very long. As I put my shoes on, I noticed I had little time to spare and rushed out the door.
I arrived at the agreed meeting place a few minutes early. I was seriously looking forward to being used and abused. It was almost ten thirty at night and I was wide awake, daydreaming about how tonight may turn out. I didn’t remember what kind of car he drove but that point was rendered moot when he pulled up and honked his horn. I looked in and that was definitely the Leon I had in mind. He was a handsome, well built man who was well equipped to handle the likes of me. I stiffened again at the thought of what tonight might bring.
“Hey, Chris, how ya been?” he asked as I got in the passenger side of his car.
“Good, Leon. It’s great to see you. How have you been?” I replied.
“I’ve been good. I’m much better now that I have a hold of you. I hope you’re in the mood to be abused, because I’m in the mood to abuse the shit out of you.”
“I am,” I responded, “I could use some really good abuse right now. Don’t hold back on me. I want you to use me any way you want.”
“You’re still okay with the same stuff as last time?” he asked.
I replied “Yeah, absolutely. I’m looking forward to it. Make me your sex toy for the night.”
“Oh, I will. Let’s get going, I’m horny as fuck.” he said as he pulled away from the curb, starting off toward the hotel. It was only a fifteen minute drive from where he picked me up and I was already very anxious to get started.
Leon said “I have some goodies for you tonight. I know you’re a dirty bitch and I’m going to make sure you don’t forget that. Last time was just an introduction. You’re really gonna get it tonight.”
I said “I was hoping you would say something like that. I need to be reminded what my place is.”
“I’m gonna put you in your place, for sure, don’t you worry about that.”
I was extremely excited to get to the hotel. I glanced at Leon quickly. Both arms were covered in tattoos, and, remembering our previous experience, he also had tattoos on his chest, legs, back and I also remember a large tattoo on his belly that extended down to his crotch. I was picturing him naked from our last time together and I was getting harder than I thought possible. He was a fine example of a man and I felt lucky to be having him for a second time. I was one hundred percent ready to give myself over to him.
He was now pulling into the hotel parking lot. He looked over and said “Here we are. I hope you’re ready. I have a full night planned for you.”
I answered “You don’t know how ready I am.” He turned his car off and grabbed a large gym bag from the back seat. We exited the vehicle and started walking to the hotel office.
Once inside, he walked straight to the counter. I followed behind him. He said to the desk clerk “I need a room for six hours.” he glanced back at me and said “That good for you?”
“Yes,” I replied, “six hours sounds great.” This was working out beautifully. He was obviously in the mood for a long session. I was, too. The clerk looked at us with a knowing smirk and handed Leon the key to what would be our room for the next six hours.
We went up the stairs to the second floor and down the hall to our room. Leon opened the door and we entered. It was a medium sized room, with a queen size bed that had a night table on either side, two smallish dressers and a television mounted on the wall. It had a closet that ran parallel to the bed and was entirely paneled with large mirrors. There was also a small bathroom. On the far side of the room there was a small table and two wooden chairs and large windows that started about three feet above the floor and ran up to just under the ceiling. They were now covered by dark drapes. The room was carpeted and had plenty of space for our needs.
Leon put his bag on the table and turned on the television. He played with the remote for a bit and finally came across a channel playing gay porn. He put the remote down on the table and unzipped his gym bag. “Be a good slut and get undressed,” he said, “I’m feeling abusive. Got some things in store for you.” I took off my shirt, shoes and pants and put them in the closet. I was now standing in the middle of the room with nothing but a pair of black panties and black stockings on.
He looked me up and down and said “Nice. I like it. Now sit the fuck down on the edge of the bed.” I complied. He took off his shirt, kicking his shoes aside as he did so, then took his pants off. His body was shaved clean from his face down, giving his tall, muscular build a smooth, silky appearance. His tattoos glistened in the light and were very enticing. His cock, already hard, was a seven and a half inch thing of beauty. Being entirely shaven, it looked magnificent. It was quite thick and had a nice road map of veins covering the entire surface and a large, bulbous head that looked ready for action. He had ample balls that hung pretty well and were very substantial, hopefully needing to be drained several times.
“First things first,” Leon said, “You’re a piece of shit. Nothing more.You are here to please me, and that’s all. You’re going to do what I want, when I want it, the way I want it. You are nothing but a skanky piece of trash for me to use. That’s why you’re going to wear this.” He held up a stainless steel chastity cage, open and unlocked, ready to be affixed.
Leon came over and pushed me back onto the bed, pulled my panties down and put the cage around my balls and over my cock, closed and locked it, pulled my panties back up and pulled me back up into a sitting position. It was a larger size cage and wasn’t all that restrictive, but still it turned me on. I had never worn one before, but I think I could grow to like this.
He lifted the bag off the table after dropping the key inside and carried it over to the end of the bed and dropped it on the floor. He pulled out a leather collar with a metal ring on the front, strapped it around my neck and said “This is for me to control you. If you get out of line, or if I feel like it.” He grabbed the metal ring and gave it a sharp tug to emphasize the point. He reached in again and this time it was a pair of leather wrist restraints, followed by a matching pair of ankle restraints, each with a metal ring similar to the collar, so they could be attached to just about anything he wanted, or to each other. He put this equipment on me and stepped back to have a look at his work.
“You’re good for now.” he said. “You look like a fag who’s ready to be used and that’s making me very horny. That could be bad news for you, bitch.”
He now pulled a cock ring out of the bag and put in on himself. It was a rubbery silicone type with two sections that separated the testicles from the rest and it made his cock and balls look even more enticing than they did before. Leon said “This is to give you enough cock between loads. You want cock?”
I responded “I want what ever you want to give me. Especially cock.”
“That’s a good slut. That’s what I like to hear. Move over to the side of the bed.” I slid around and was now sitting on the side of the bed. He was standing directly in front of me.
He spit on my face and said “Alright, bitch, you belong to me now. Are you ready to take care of me properly?”
I replied “Of course, that’s all I want to do. I’m here for your pleasure.”
He slapped me hard across the side of the face and said. “Good, just sit there and let me use your mouth. A lousy piece of trash like you is good for something, at least.” He grabbed the ring on my collar and pulled my head roughly toward his cock. With the ring in his left hand, he grabbed his cock with his right hand and slapped me hard in the face with it. Then again, and again.
“You like that, skank?” he asked.
Of course I did, and I told him so. “Yes, I love it. That cock is so thick. Hit me again.”
Leon slapped me a few more times with his cock and then on the other side of my face with his hand, and spit in my face again. He then grabbed the back of my head with both hands and forced it down into his crotch. He was rubbing my face into his balls, and his balls into my face, making sure the scent of his scrotum covered it entirely. I loved the smell of his balls and the feel of them wiping across my entire face. My nostrils were full of his manly musk and I was delighted.
“Open your mouth.” he said. I did as he demanded and his cock found the opening like a guided missile. With his hands still on the back of my head, he pulled it down onto his mouth filling thickness and began fucking my face, the head of his cock slamming my throat with every inward thrust. It was activating my gag reflex, but he was relentlessly ravaging my throat with no let-up. It was a wet and sloppy affair. Saliva was running out of my mouth, dripping down his balls as well as my chin, and onto my chest with every outward stroke. Mucus was starting to drip from my nose, my eyes were watering and the barrage continued.
Finally, he pulled out of my mouth and stepped back to have a look at me. I was covered in saliva and gasping for air, mucus running out of my nose, fluid from my eyes running down my cheeks and he looked at me as if he were looking at some work of art he had created, with pride and approval. He seemed pleased with his work. I know I was.
“You’re a mess,” Leon said with a big smile, “It’s too early for that.” He pulled a roll of paper towels out of his bag, pulled off a few, threw them at me and put the roll down on the night stand and said “Clean yourself up, bitch, you got work to do.” After I wiped myself off, Leon looked at me and said “I’m gonna fuckin’ mess you up some more.”
He pushed me back onto the bed and took my panties off and threw them on the night stand, landing on top of the roll of paper towels. He then lifted me and positioned me across the bed with my head hanging off the side. He straddled my head and looked down at me. With both hands, he grabbed me by the throat and squeezed lightly, then spit right in my face. “Open your mouth.” He demanded. I complied and he spit directly into my mouth, twice. Then, releasing his hold, he slapped me on the side of the face. When he saw that the sting of his slap had set in, he slapped me on the other side.
“I want to be sure you understand that you’re nothing but a dirty homo for me to use. That’s all you are. A thing for me to use.” Leon exclaimed.
“I understand. Use me any way you want to. It’s what I deserve for being such a whore. It’s all I’m good for.” was my reply.
As he stood over me, facing the mirrored closet, he squatted a bit and let his cock and balls land on my face. He grabbed hold of his manhood and proceeded to rub his cock all around my face and then began incessantly rubbing and slapping it on my lips. I opened my mouth and he gave my tongue the same treatment. He dipped his balls into my mouth and I licked and sucked his scrotum and his balls as if they were an oversized candy. Eventually, his ample head found it’s way into my mouth and I began to explore it vigorously with my tongue. He leaned forward and grabbed my chest as if it was a pair of women’s breasts. He gripped tightly and let the rest of his cock enter my mouth and find it’s way down my throat. He drove it in as far as it could go. So deep I could taste the silicone of his cock ring. Then he began to fuck my face.
It may be a peculiarity of my anatomy, but sucking dick in this position never triggers my gag reflex. Leon seemed to have noticed this and decided to go all out. He arched up and supported himself with his hands on the bed near my armpits and fucked my face harder. I could feel the moisture of his sweat every time his balls crashed into my nose on the downward stroke, his face dripping sweat onto my stomach as his hardness mercilessly pummeled my mouth and throat. I was so excited, I felt I could almost burst the chastity cage I was locked into.
He stopped, took himself out of my mouth and turned around. He re-straddled my head, this time facing the windows. The thin sheen of sweat on his body made him gleam. He slapped me on the right cheek with his hand, then the left cheek, then the right again and the left once more. He said “Alright, scumbag, you’re doing pretty good considering you’re nothing but a filthy faggot skank, but you’re still garbage with no purpose in life other than to get me off, so, get me off.”
With that, he plunged his cock straight down my throat and commenced fucking. His sweaty balls were now colliding with my chin and I could clearly taste his pre-cum. His penile barrage of my mouth was relentless. The only sounds in the room were the gay porn in the background, Leon’s grunting and moaning and the wet, hollow sound of his cock invading my mouth. I grabbed his ass in my hands and was urging him forward with every stroke, enjoying the feeling of his tight cheeks in my hands. While his dick continued to assault my face, he grabbed the sides of my head to hold it steady.
With a good, firm hold on my head, Leon fucked my mouth harder than before. He was giving everything he had. Sweat covered his body, I could see the intense concentration on his face and, through it all, his ability to not miss a beat in his all important mission. His was gradually increasing his pace while also gradually fucking harder until he finally reached a crescendo.
“Holy fuck, here comes your first load.” Leon shouted. I was unable to respond but was thoroughly excited at the prospect of his first orgasmic offering to me. “Yeah, here it comes, here it comes.”
Leon withdrew from my mouth and erupted almost instantly. With only the first stream I had cum on my forehead, my nose and in my open and eager mouth. The second gush went up my cheek and into my eye and my hair. The next surge went mostly into my mouth, on my chin and across my other cheek. He continued for four more healthy spurts before it started to die down and slowly dribble out. He came hard and heavy. From the neck up, I was a cum soaked mess. I had a very healthy amount of his fluid in my mouth and swallowed it down. He thrust his cock back into my mouth.
“Clean it up, cum rag.” he said as I took him back into my mouth, working my tongue over the entirety of what he gave me. He extracted his cock from my mouth, took a deep breath and walked over to the table. He took off his cock ring and sat down. He tapped the empty chair and motioned for me to come over.
I got up and went to the table and sat down, my face still covered in cum, the lovely aftertaste of swallowing his large load lingering in my mouth. Leon said “Man, that was intense. I fucked your face good. That was a hell of a load. I gotta catch my breath. You alright? Is this too much for you?”
“No, no, I’m fine,” I answered as I was wiping the cum off my face with my fingers and delivering it to my mouth, enjoying the lovely tang of his seed, “don’t worry about me, I can take it. I love this.”
“You sure? ‘Cause I can ease up a little if you want.” he said.
“No way, don’t do that. Give me the full deal. Don’t hold back on me. Let’s have a night we never forget.” I responded.
“Cool, you got it,” Leon declared, “I’m gonna let you have it, then… Man, I’ve been holding that load for over two weeks. You want a paper towel to clean up?”
“Yeah, I think so. My eye is actually burning a bit.”
Leon handed me a paper towel from a wad he had brought to the table with him. I wiped off the bit remaining on my face, dabbed at my head to get some of the cum that found it’s way onto my tightly cut hair and wiped my eye out.
I was anxious to know what else was in store for me. His bag looked far from empty. I had a feeling I was soon to find out as Leon stood up and was putting his cock ring back on.
“You ready for more?” he asked.
“Fuck yes.” I replied.
He grabbed me by the upper arm after his cock ring was firmly in place and led me over to the bed. He shoved me onto the bed and positioned me face down length-wise on the bed. He went to his bag and came back with four short straps that had latches on either end. He attached one to each wrist restraint and one to each ankle restraint. He reached in again and pulled out what looked like a series of long canvas like straps. He fidgeted with the mattress a bit, lifting here and there and playing around underneath. When he was finished, he had a strap coming out at each corner of the bed, and each of those straps had a ring on the end of it. He affixed all four restraints to the straps and I was bound to the bed, my arms and legs stretched out to my sides, leaving me spread eagle and at his mercy.
Leon stood at the side of the bed and said “Now, you can’t resist at all. You’ll have to endure whatever I want you to. What do you think about that?”
“I have no say in the matter.” I answered.
“You’re damn right,” he responded. “That’s how it is. I’m gonna use that ass, treat it like a cunt, give it a real good workout.”
Leon went into his bag, took out several items and laid them on the bed. He gave my ass a hard slap and climbed up onto the bed. He knelt astride my thighs, gave my ass another hard slap and he moaned softly. I heard the unmistakable sound of a bottle of lubrication opening, a short squish of thick liquid and then his finger was massaging my asshole, spreading the lube around it. The feeling of the wet, cool lube on his warm, strong finger was lovely. As he massaged my hole, I could feel a tingle throughout my entire body, making me completely lose myself in the moment.
Leon began to tap his finger against my hole, sending spasms of pleasure shooting through my entire being and slowly began to push against it with his digit. He entered me up to his second knuckle and probed around momentarily, then removed it.
I felt some movement behind me and then received another healthy smack on my ass. Leon was now spreading my cheeks and pushing something against my hole. It felt stiff and rubbery. I could feel my muscles expanding as it made it’s way further in. He stroked it in and out a few times, then went deeper. Finally, I felt it pop all the way in. From personal experience, I knew this could only be a butt plug. After another good smack on the ass Leon said “You like that, bitch? You like having your hole stretched and filled?”
“Yes,” I said, “That hole is made for your use. Stretch it and fill it all you want. I’ll love every second of it.”
“I’m going to, skank, don’t worry. I’m gonna use you up.”
Leon returned his attention to the butt plug and began fucking me with it. It wasn’t overly long, maybe five inches or less, and not too wide, but wide enough to know it was there. It must have been a medium size, a good way to start. He worked it in and out of my hole, twisting and turning it with what seemed to be very experienced hands.
After several minutes, he pulled the plug out and set it aside. He slid up and rubbed what could only be his cock up and down against my hole. Stopping occasionally to slap it against my opening a few times and then continue rubbing.
“I bet this is what you want, isn’t it, you little cock slut,” he exclaimed, I bet you can’t wait to have this inside you, making you feel like the gay tramp that you are.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want. I need it,” I responded “use that cock to show me what I am, how I should be treated.”
“Not yet, you’re gonna have to earn this,” he said, “I have something else for you first.”
Again I heard the lube bottle opening, the liquid sound of lube being applied to something and felt Leon shifting around behind me, no doubt preparing his next treat. I felt something, rubbery again, closing in on my hole but this time it felt larger, wider. It made contact with my asshole and continued to move forward. It slowly worked it’s way in, passing the muscles that guard the entrance and then it passed the point of no return. This, too, was a familiar feeling. I knew a dildo when I felt one. He slowly eased it all the way in and began fucking me with it. It had a decent size to it. I would say about five and a half, maybe six inches long, and a nice width. I knew Leon was bigger than this. Definitely longer and wider for sure. But, for now, this was quite nice.
I squirmed as he fucked me with the dildo, and he said “I see you like getting fucked with this dildo. I bet you can’t wait to get the real thing, you filthy, cock loving bitch.”
“I love that dildo and how you use it,” I said ” But I’m dying to have you inside me.”
Leon said “I know you are, you’ll have it soon enough. For now, you take what I give you.”
He continued to fuck me with his intimate device, again twisting and turning as he did so, changing the angle of entry every so often, slapping my ass good and hard from time to time. I could hear him behind me, grunting with both pleasure and exertion. I turned my head and glanced at the mirrored panel on the closet. There was Leon, completely immersed in his task. It was a beautiful sight, to see myself being used by such delicious example of manliness.
Leon slowly slid the dildo out of my ass. He set it aside on the bed and gave me a good smack on the ass. He said “Your ass is bright red and I’ve heard no complaints. I think you’ve earned this cock.” He moved forward and smacked the crack of my ass with his thick manhood. “What do you think? You want some of this? You want me to stick this in your pussy? Would you like that, Faggot?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” I responded, “I want you to fill my pussy with that beautiful cock. Fuck me hard like a bitch, the way I deserve.”
Leon grabbed a handful of ass with each hand and spread me open. I felt the tip of his manhood meet my hole. It lingered, lightly touching against my point of entry. He then took his hands from my ass and slid up to a kneeling position astride my hips. I could hear, and, better still, see in the mirror, that he was lubing himself up. His hand grabbed my ass and pulled my cheek aside. I felt his cock again make light contact with my hole. He was rubbing it up and down, teasing it before he made insertion. I was now looking straight ahead at the headboard, anticipating his girth. “Are you ready for this, homo?” he asked.
“I’m ready. I want that big, thick fucking cock inside me.” I answered.
“Good,” he said, “’cause that’s what you’re gonna get. I’m gonna fuck your ass like it’s never been fucked before.”
Leon pushed the head of his cock against my asshole, seeking admittance. The gates were open and he began to slide in. I could already fell his thickness and it was a tight squeeze. I felt the pain of muscles being stretched as his head probed deeper and I relaxed and opened up to allow him maximum penetration. He was proceeding slowly, yet making steady progress. He had the head all the way in and then I felt that shooting pain and seconds later my hole was totally relaxed. He slid all the way in and began to fuck my ass with slow steady strokes.
“Does that cock feel good inside you, do you like being fucked like a faggot slut?” he asked.
“Fuck yes,” I replied, “that fuckin’ cock feels so good. Fuck that ass hard.”
Without a word, he did as I requested. He was pounding me hard and slowly pushing me up the bed with his onslaught. I could feel the movement of him slowly crawling up the bed, an inch at a time, to follow my gradual movements. Before long, I was up at the top of the bed, over the pillows, my head bouncing off the headboard with every thrust.
Leon reached up and turned my head to the side, facing the mirrored closet, and held my head down against the bed with his hand. My head was still colliding with the headboard, but not quite as much. I glanced at the mirror and at this moment, with all four limbs restrained to the bed, my head pressed into the mattress by a strong hand, my ass full of thick cock, being fucked so hard my head was playing a game of handball with the headboard and already digesting a load of cum, I felt totally dominated. And I loved every second of it.
Leon stopped abruptly and, without pulling out, undid the restraints on my wrist. He gave me a few more strokes and withdrew. He pivoted on the bed and undid the restraints on my ankles.
“Get up.” He said
I got off the bed and stood up. I didn’t know what he had in store for me, but I was pretty sure I would like it. He went to his bag and came back with a very short leather leash and attached it to the ring on my collar. It seemed about twelve inches long in total and had a leather handle that was about six inches, giving him very tight control over me. With the leash in his hand he guided me over to the table.
“Stay here.” he said and went to the corner of the room. He grabbed a cord that was hanging there and opened the drapes fully. He came back to me and grabbed hold of the leash again. He tugged on it, leading me to the window. Outside the window was the sidewalk in front of the hotel and the main road that passed by it. We were on the second floor, making us visible to whoever may be below. Pedestrian traffic was light, but there was a good amount of car traffic.
“I’m gonna fuck you up against this window” he said, “if somebody should happen to look up and see a faggot getting fucked, oh well. Now get over there and face the window.” He gave my collar a tug to draw me closer still towards this portal to the outside world.
I stepped forward and fully faced the window. I bent over with some guidance from Leon and rested my hands on the inner ledge of the window, right above the low-mounted air conditioner. I had a complete view of the street and sidewalk in front of the hotel. If someone were to look at our window they would not see any intimate details, but they would know exactly what was going on.
Leon stepped behind me and spread my ass open with both hands and spit on my hole twice. He began to re-insert himself. He entered me much easier this time. Once he was fully in, up to his scrotum, he grabbed the collar and pulled back sharply. He started fucking me, hard. His other hand was on my ass and was squeezing tightly. I bent over more, resting my arms on the ledge, hoping to give him even better access. I could see the reflection of Leon in the window, railing me with intense concentration, occasionally glancing up to either see our reflection or what might be going on outside. Perhaps both.
All my senses were alive right now. I felt his thick cock hammering my ass, I could taste the aftertaste of his cum lingering in my mouth, I could see our reflection and the street below, I could still smell the musk of his manhood still on my face and I could hear the gay porn in the background, the grunts of Leon hard at work, the slap of our flesh meeting with every thrust and the steel of the chastity cage I was wearing colliding with the air conditioner. I truly felt fully alive at this moment.
Leon then gave the collar a hard pull and held his cock in me for a couple seconds, then slowly drew back and rammed it in again, hard, while pulling the collar and left in in for a couple more seconds. He repeated this several time and then withdrew completely.
“Get back on the bed.” He said. I dutifully did as he commanded and laid on the bed, waiting to see what was next. He positioned me lengthwise on my back, my head on the pillows. He refastened the wrist cuffs to the straps coming from under the mattress and slapped me in the face, then spit in my face for good measure. He got between my legs and threw them up over his shoulders. He eased himself back into me and began thrusting.
His face was right above mine. He stared directly down at me and said “I love that tight little bitch hole of yours. It feels real fuckin’ good. I could fuck this for days. You’re a useful piece of shit.”
I said “I am. And you know exactly how to use me. You make me a better slut.”
He was fucking me so hard we were practically bouncing off the mattress in unison with every stroke, his balls slapping my ass with each inward stroke. He slowed and shrugged my legs off his shoulder and they were now resting on his arms, straight out to the sides and wide open. He balanced himself on one hand and grabbed the leash, pulling hard and lifting my head up off the pillows, close to his face.
“Take it, you fuckin’ bitch,” he said, “take it all, you no good cocksucker. You’re mine now. You belong to me. You do whatever the fuck I tell you. You live to serve me, to serve my cock. You have no other purpose. You’re only good for one thing, you no good, sleazy homo cunt. If I need head, you give it. If I want ass, you give it. Immediately. No discussion. The only thing you ever even fuckin’ think about is in your faggot ass right now.” He then spit in my face and dropped the leash, my head falling back to the pillow. He emphasized this declaration with hard smack to the face.
He continued fucking my ass and as I looked up at him, with spit running down my face, the tingle of his smack still burning my cheek and his verbal barrage still ringing in my ears, and I was so fucking turned on. It was exhilarating and humbling that he was into this scenario as much as I was.
Leon grabbed the two pillows that were next to my head. He nudged my ass with his hand, intending for me to lift up, and slid the pillows under my ass, all without breaking his stride. He pulled his arms out from under my legs and laid on top of me, his sweat mixing with mine. My legs were wide open and bent at the knees. His pace had slowed a bit and I could only surmise that he was catching his breath before the next bombardment. The calm before the storm. His cock slid in and out of me, keeping my ass stretched and my my hunger sated as he continued to fuck me at a slow, steady pace.
Leon then unfastened the wrist straps from the bed straps and pulled out of me, seemingly recovered and ready for more intensity.
“Turn over, bitch.” he said. I flipped over, face down on the bed. He grabbed my hips at either side and pulled me up into a doggy style position. He grabbed my collar and twisted it around so that the ring, and the leash, were now at my back. He got between my legs and pushed them apart with his knees. He spread my ass wide and spit on my hole a couple of times and started to re-enter me. I could feel his thick manhood glide into me and make its way to the deepest point it could reach. He gave me a few strokes and pulled out.
“Oh, yeah,” Leon declared, “That hole is gaped. Nice. Do you mind if I take a few pictures of it?”
“No,” I replied, “I don’t mind at all.”
He went to his bag and was back where he started in seconds. He had a camera in his hands and I heard him take a couple of shots. Then he put his cock in me and took a few pictures of it barely in. Then a few more when it was half way in. He went all the way in and then a few more shots. He pulled out quickly and took some picture of my hole, in all it’s gaping glory.
“Thanks, man,” Leon said, “now I’ll have something new to jerk off to when nobody’s around.”
“I’ll give you my e-mail,” I said, “Send them to me. I could use them for the same thing.
“Definitely.” he responded.
He put the camera back and returned to the bed, taking up the spot he vacated seconds ago. My ass received a good smack and was now parting, his hardness pressing up against my now well used hole. He drove himself deep into me and began fucking me in earnest, pounding me with absolute dedication to his task. He grabbed the leash and pulled back on it, pulling my head back with it. I was now looking at the ceiling while enjoying this wild ride. Leon was fucking hard. The sounds of our flesh meeting, his grunts and groans, my moans and the creaking sound of the bed were practically drowning out the gay porn playing in the background. Leon dropped the leash and grabbed the collar itself, keeping my head pulled all the way back. His other hand was pressing down on my ass as he continued to thrash my hole.
As I was staring at the ceiling, I contemplated my position. I was in a hotel room with a big, heavily tattooed man I barely knew, on all fours on the bed, a collar around my neck with a leash attached it, restraints on my wrists and ankles, wearing thigh high stockings and a chastity cage, having pictures of my asshole taken, a large load of cum in my belly, being slapped, spit on, called all kinds of names and being furiously fucked in the ass. I think most guys would be appalled to find themselves in such a position. Not me. Thinking about this was making me even more into it, hotter even than I was moments ago. I was in my element and I knew it.
With his hand still wrapped around the collar, Leon pushed my head down to the bed, leaving my ass in the position it was in.”You fucking stay like that until I tell you to move.” Leon said. He released the collar and grabbed me by both hips, continuing his foray. He was fucking me hard and rough, slamming into me with every thrust, his grip on me not allowing me to be shoved forward. He spit on my back and it slowly seeped toward my neck, my ass was slapped again and again as the ferocious plowing of my hole continued unabated. I turned my head to have a look at the closet mirror.
Leon was pummeling my ass with savage lust, relentlessly driving his cock home thrust after thrust, working my ass out with skill and precision. The sight of it was astounding. Although it was my ass getting fucked on that bed, I could barely believe that I was the fortunate submissive reflected in that mirror. But, in the end, feeling is believing.
Leon leaned forward, spit on the back of my head and withdrew. “Turn over, you fuckin’ cum bucket. Lay on your back.” he said. I did as he commanded and was on my back in no time. He crawled up the bed and pulled me up a little so that my head was resting against the headboard and slapped me in the face once more. He was kneeling astride my chest, his knees in my armpits and his cock inches from my face. He was jerking it rapidly.
Leon slapped me in the face and said “I know a cum slut like you wants more. Don’t deny it. A skanky faggot like you lives for cum. Are you ready for it?”
“I’m ready,” I answered, “I’m dying for more of your delicious load. I need it.”
“Good,” he said, “open your damned mouth and get ready. I think this is gonna be another big one.”
I dutifully opened my mouth and he put the head of his cock inside, still masturbating rapidly. His swift moving knuckles would occasionally make light contact with my lips, the head of his cock in constant contact with my tongue as he jerked off . I glanced up and made eye contact with Leon and held it. That must have been the final piece of the puzzle because after a few seconds he pushed my forehead back into the headboard so that I was looking upward and made a small shuffle backwards on his knees.
Leon shouted “Fuck! Here it is…Holy fuck, I’m gonna cum right now!”
And he did. He directed his cock at his preferred target and shot a stream of cum forcefully up the side of my face, starting at my jaw and travelling up my cheek, past my eye and onto my forehead. He shot again and this time got me directly in the eye. It continued up my forehead and arced onto the top of my head. The next stream went in my mouth and down my chin onto my chest, pooling around my pierced left nipple. Two more blasts on my face, head, chest and mouth and the event was winding down. I swallowed the substantial amount of cum that had collected in my mouth and his cock was fully in my mouth again.
“You know what to do, bitch,” he said, “clean it off. Get every fuckin’ drop, you cum loving slut.” I ran my tongue over his entire slab of manhood while it was in my mouth, ensuring that I got everything. He pulled out of my mouth with a sigh.
“Holy shit,” he said, ” Now that was a fuck. I can get used to this.” He grabbed the roll of paper towels and moved over to the table. I rose to join him. On the way, I took a peek in his bag before going to sit down. At a quick glance I saw a paddle, A fresh bottle of lube, a set of anal beads, a chest harness and quite a few things underneath that I couldn’t make out. He sure had a busy night planned. There were still three and a half hours left, plenty of time to work through everything he had in there. I wen to the table and sat down, hoping to find out what was next.