"Hey faggot. I need to unload. Be ready in 20 minutes!"
Getting these types of texts always make my dick hard. This time it was from a Man who stops by once or twice a month, usually late morning. I love being told instead of asked. It's a reminder that what I'm doing doesn't matter. I'm just a faggot. Servicing him is what is important.
I did get ready. Cleaned my ass out and took a quick shower. I didn't bother putting clothes back on since I needed to be naked. Left the door open. Started a porn video playing. I usually put some vanilla straight porn on. If I know the Man likes something else I'll accomodate his tastes the best I can. I made sure condoms and lube were out. Also that a clean washcloth was easily available in the bathroom. I put the wrist restraints on and knelt in the playroom waiting for him.
Now the waiting begins. My ears strain for any sound of his arrival. Finally I hear him coming up the stairs. He finds me, head bowed, hands behind my back, kneeling by the bed. I don't look up and he doesn't greet me. I hear him disrobe and I feel him move near me.
"Kiss it"
The first thing I see of him is his cock. As I lean forward to kiss the head of it I notice he smells clean. I can't wait to taste him. I plant a lingering kiss on the tip and then sit back. My eyes still on his cock.
"Begin"
Again I lean forward and begin licking his shaft. I need to lick all of it and his balls completely before I can take him into my mouth. Once I've done that I slowly suck him all the way in, till my nose is in his pubes and I can feel his balls on my chin. My mouth is soon full of his hardening cock. I suck and lick not only his cock but also his balls. Don't forget the balls.
He begins to rock his hips more and more. I reach out and grab onto his legs. So hard and firm. He cuffs me upside my head none to gently and growls 'no hands' at me. Then his hands are on my head and he begins to guide my mouth up and down his cock. He holds me still and fucks my mouth hole. First it's nice and slow. He's enjoying it.
"Eyes up"
Now I can look at his face and watch him take pleasure from my mouth. He looks down at me. Not really at me. More like he's just watching his cock move in and out of a hole. Then he picks up the pace and soon he's roughly fucking my mouth. I keep my eyes on him but his head is back, as if to fully concentrate on the sensations. I struggle to breathe, to stay up right, to continue to please him. I do my best as to not interrupt him with my needs - to swallow, to breathe. In no way do I want to cause him to stop what he's doing. I am just a hole.
He pulls his cock out and looks down at me. Then I notice a small bit of spit forming on his lips. It gets bigger till he pushes it loose and it falls on my face. It hits my cheek near my mouth and nose. Another ball of spit is forming and it soon hits just on the other side of my nose. His hands are still on my head and he holds me still as he uses his cock to smear the spit around my face. Oh what a faggot I am. I pause for a moment, close my eyes and let this wash over me. I revel in this humiliation. I am a faggot. Not a man. A faggot. A pathicus. One who is used, who enjoys and craves the humiliation. One who is reminded that it's just a faggot and it's purpose is to service Real Men and their mighty White Cocks.
Getting these types of texts always make my dick hard. This time it was from a Man who stops by once or twice a month, usually late morning. I love being told instead of asked. It's a reminder that what I'm doing doesn't matter. I'm just a faggot. Servicing him is what is important.
I did get ready. Cleaned my ass out and took a quick shower. I didn't bother putting clothes back on since I needed to be naked. Left the door open. Started a porn video playing. I usually put some vanilla straight porn on. If I know the Man likes something else I'll accomodate his tastes the best I can. I made sure condoms and lube were out. Also that a clean washcloth was easily available in the bathroom. I put the wrist restraints on and knelt in the playroom waiting for him.
Now the waiting begins. My ears strain for any sound of his arrival. Finally I hear him coming up the stairs. He finds me, head bowed, hands behind my back, kneeling by the bed. I don't look up and he doesn't greet me. I hear him disrobe and I feel him move near me.
"Kiss it"
The first thing I see of him is his cock. As I lean forward to kiss the head of it I notice he smells clean. I can't wait to taste him. I plant a lingering kiss on the tip and then sit back. My eyes still on his cock.
"Begin"
Again I lean forward and begin licking his shaft. I need to lick all of it and his balls completely before I can take him into my mouth. Once I've done that I slowly suck him all the way in, till my nose is in his pubes and I can feel his balls on my chin. My mouth is soon full of his hardening cock. I suck and lick not only his cock but also his balls. Don't forget the balls.
He begins to rock his hips more and more. I reach out and grab onto his legs. So hard and firm. He cuffs me upside my head none to gently and growls 'no hands' at me. Then his hands are on my head and he begins to guide my mouth up and down his cock. He holds me still and fucks my mouth hole. First it's nice and slow. He's enjoying it.
"Eyes up"
Now I can look at his face and watch him take pleasure from my mouth. He looks down at me. Not really at me. More like he's just watching his cock move in and out of a hole. Then he picks up the pace and soon he's roughly fucking my mouth. I keep my eyes on him but his head is back, as if to fully concentrate on the sensations. I struggle to breathe, to stay up right, to continue to please him. I do my best as to not interrupt him with my needs - to swallow, to breathe. In no way do I want to cause him to stop what he's doing. I am just a hole.
He pulls his cock out and looks down at me. Then I notice a small bit of spit forming on his lips. It gets bigger till he pushes it loose and it falls on my face. It hits my cheek near my mouth and nose. Another ball of spit is forming and it soon hits just on the other side of my nose. His hands are still on my head and he holds me still as he uses his cock to smear the spit around my face. Oh what a faggot I am. I pause for a moment, close my eyes and let this wash over me. I revel in this humiliation. I am a faggot. Not a man. A faggot. A pathicus. One who is used, who enjoys and craves the humiliation. One who is reminded that it's just a faggot and it's purpose is to service Real Men and their mighty White Cocks.
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