"Are you ready for my dick, faggot?"

 

"Y-yes, Sir."

 

'Oh, you want my dick all right, faggot...you can barely talk you want it so bad."

 

"Y-yes, Sir."

 

He was lying on top of me, pressing down on me, His arms hooked under my knees pushing my ass in the air, my ankles over His shoulders, keeping my hole open for Him, His hands holding my wrists to the bed on either side of my head, the lubed head of His dick nudged into my hole.  I was squirming my ass to get His dick into me further.

 

"Oh, You want this, faggot.  Your hole is so hungry for my cock."

 

He kissed me roughly.

 

"Keep your eyes open, faggot!  I want you looking at me until I tell you not to.  I want to see the look in your eyes as I fuck you."

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

He kissed me again, pressing my head into the pillow, staring at me while I squirmed my ass again at His cock.

 

He pulled His head up and stared right into my eyes, observing me. He then pushed His dick into me all the way all at once and held it in me tight. I opened my mouth to cry out from the sudden pain but He covered my mouth with His and kissed me roughly, deeply. I pushed my mouth back to His, the pleasure at my lips only being made more intense by the pain from His dick.

 

He broke the kiss raising His head, my mouth trying to follow His. He pulled His dick out, held barely inside me, and rammed it back in. Again, I cried out from the sudden pain and again He covered my mouth with His and kissed me. I kissed back pushing my mouth back onto His.

 

Again, he broke the kiss and pulled His dick back from me. And still staring down at me, He shoved himself into me. I brought my head up waiting for His kiss but was only met with His smirk. I showed myself needing the pleasure only He could give me and He was shaming me with it. He then pulled back and started thrusting, slow and long at first. I squirmed around His dick as best I could so craving that feeling of being filled up by Him. The thrusting became faster, His hips slapping at my ass.

 

"You like this, faggot?"

 

"Yes, S-Sir," I managed to say, so lost in it all.

 

"I'm going to breed you like the faggot you are. Remind you that you're my faggot."

 

"Yes, S-Sir."

"You want that, faggot?"

 

"I n-need it, Sir."

 

He smirked, "I know, faggot. I'm in your head...deep."

 

And I knew it.

 

He pressed down even tighter on me, my ankles at my ears. He crushed my hands and arms tightly into the sides of my shoulders, His eyes right at mine. His face grimaced and He came, hard, deeply groaning, long thrusts as He drove His load as deep into me as He could, His body shuddering with each wave then holding His dick into me tight as he squeezed out the last of His seed, pouring Himself into me.

 

He collapsed onto me, His head dropping into the crook of my neck, panting, exhausted, His hands loosened their grip on mine, me still helpless but to lie there under His weight. When His breathing slowed down, He rolled off of me.

 

"Okay, faggot, I'm done with You. Crawl off the bed and leave."

 

Yes, Sir. Thank You, Sir."

 

I slid off the bed and crawled to the door leading to the garage, my ass and hole slimy from lube and cum. I opened the door, entered the garage, and as soon as I closed the door to the house, the garage door leading outside rose up, as usual. I hastily pulled on my clothes and quickly walked to my car hoping that no one saw me, my dick still hard.