With the same reckless abandon that he fucked me in the ass he forced his cock in my mouth. It was rough sex, the dirtiest and most dangerous fuck I’d ever had.
When we got to his sixth floor room, he grabbed the ice bucket and headed back to the ice machine. I looked away briefly; he grabbed my hair and turned my head back to watch him masturbate. Back in the room, he placed the ice bucket on the dresser than told me to get undressed as he loosened his tie. Believe me; he would not have had any problem doing that at all. He turned me over face down on the bed, my feet still on the ground, spread my legs and jammed that cock of his into me, no prep, no lube it felt like he was ripping me open.
Immediately he started thrusting into me like a cow getting bred by a bull in a pasture. I turned slightly away from him as I reached to move my clothing off the bed when without warning he shoved me face down and grabbed my wrist. He maintained a firm painful grasp of my hair as he started thrusting into my throat.
ÔÇ£Now you can suck me queer boy.ÔÇØ He laughed.
Shortly after that he started spraying cum all over my face. His hands jumped from my buttocks to pulling my head back by hair, to grabbing the chain on the handcuffs and lifting me as he continued to pump my ass. Under normal circumstances I would have tried to lick it up or made some sensual look on my face to try and look thankful. Again he pulled me by my hair and forced me to the floor on my knees. Just about everything that he did was painful, rough sex was an understatement.
Like most guys with huge cocks it took him forever to cum. I couldnÔÇÖt help wonder as we drove off, why this young and absolutely hot looking guy was seeking my services rather than just going to a bar and picking up some young girl for some relatively free sex. He was making small talk and I couldnÔÇÖt help notice the smile on his face, it was so infectious, so warming. Each thrust into me felt like tearing not sex.
The he stopped. Most of the men who paid for my ass were in the late thirty to early fifties range, That is why one fall evening I was so pleasantly surprised when a cherry red Mustang Mach I pulled up to the curb. He stepped back and threw a $100 bill on the bed and told me to take it and stand up.
When I turned around, he was standing there with a golf club in his hand as if to protect himself.
ÔÇ£You were only here two hours, not the whole night, so take the money and get the hell out.ÔÇØ He said.
I got dressed; this time I kept my eyes on him as I did. I also wanted to throw up, luckily I didnÔÇÖt. When he walked back to me he placed his knees between mine and spread them so I could not kick, then he grabbed my nipples with both pliers, bearing down and stretching them in either direction.
He got a most evil smile then spit right in the middle of my face.
ÔÇ£You little piece of shit,ÔÇØ He sneered, ÔÇ£Just who the fuck do you think that you are?ÔÇØ
Rough Sex
His thick cock was now rock hard, I anticipated that this was where I was going to be made to beg for it, I was dead wrong. The pain was unbearable yet he was unrelenting daring me to make a sound. Standing in front of me he began to play with himself in an attempt to make it hard. I was petrified, so scared that I was visibly shaking but mindful of his warning. I frowned a bit as I looked up a him. Grabbed the money and headed for the door backwards so I could watch him. It hurt, unbelievably hurt, he didnÔÇÖt care, and he just kept on thrusting. Then he stopped, threw the pliers on the bed and started to undress.
ÔÇ£You want to suck my cock?ÔÇØ
He asked. We drove up to the parking garage of a swank downtown hotel and as we got out of the car and headed to the elevator, I was more reveling in where I was rather then what I was about to do. As I opened the door he lowered the club.
ÔÇ£Thank you!ÔÇØ He said, ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖre a nice piece of ass.ÔÇØ
I wanted to hit him, but he still had that club in his hand. Instead there was a pause, then his knee in the small of my back as he removed the cuffs. I did make one stop however, In the garage I looked over at his Mach I, then I looked around the floor until I found an object.
. I complied and began to undress telling him that condoms where required as I pulled one from my pocket. My ass was hurting and the normal pleasure that I got when being filled with cock was now agony. I felt like someone was working a 2ÔÇØx4ÔÇØ board up my ass. Normally, a cock that size in front of my face would have me drooling. Inside was a very well built man with sandy blonde hair who couldnÔÇÖt have been older than twenty five. He withdrew and rolled me on my back. I just got on the elevator and headed out the way came. His thrusts were rapid, powerful and deep. Not this time, I was scowling. Now bitch, do you want to suck my cock?ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Please sir, please let me suck your cock,ÔÇØ I begged.
ÔÇ£NO!ÔÇØ He snapped, ÔÇ£At least not yet.ÔÇØ
Then he again grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to a sitting position. But at this time I was both frightened and very angry. He was wearing a three piece suit and looked sharp as a razor blade.
ÔÇ£Hey guy, how much to get it on?ÔÇØ He asked as I approached the car.
ÔÇ£Twenty for head, seventy five for a full ride, and a buck and a half for the whole night.ÔÇØ I replied.
ÔÇ£Hop in guy,ÔÇØ he said, ÔÇ£I need some relief.ÔÇØ
Once in the car he tried to negotiate a lower price for the night, although very much tempted, I stood fast and he finally agreed to my $150.00 fee. The clang of handcuffs snapping shut and my arms behind my back I thought that I was getting busted. ÔÇ£I asked you a question faggot.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Yes!ÔÇØ I said out of fear.
He drew his hand back and slapped my face so hard that I fell to my right.
ÔÇ£You didnÔÇÖt say please bitch.ÔÇØ He stated, ÔÇ£Always say please sir or I will give you so much pain you will beg me to kill you. His slaps were at full strength, not the affectionate sexual slaps that I was accustomed to.
And he kept talking;
ÔÇ£You fucking faggot.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£I know you love this fairy boy.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£I own your ass bitch!ÔÇØ
I was noticeably losing my strength, each time that he grabbed my hair or lifted me by the handcuff chain I feared that he was going to kill me. He then grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet spinning me around and slamming back down into a sitting position.
ÔÇ£DonÔÇÖt you say a fucking word, donÔÇÖt scream, donÔÇÖt talk or I will beat the living shit out of you faggot.ÔÇØ He commanded.
He then turned his back to me and walked to the briefcase on the dresser, when he turned back around he had two pair of pliers in his hands. I was in fear that he was going to stick something else up my ass. He was now totally naked revealing a massive nine inch cock, and that was soft. He grabbed me by the hair again and threw me face own on the bed.
