Undergoing Mistreatment and Exploitation
It was almost nine on a Sunday evening. I was feeling bored and horny but had no idea what to do. I was considering giving myself some pleasure and then calling it a night. However, this wouldn't be enough; my desires ran much deeper than that, and I needed a man to fulfill my lustful needs. I could go to one of my usual cruising spots, but the chance of finding someone wasn't guaranteed. I wasn't in the mood for that tonight, so I was unsure what to do.
Just then, my phone started to ring, and I wondered if this was going to be some kind of solution. It was unlikely to be a friend, but I needed to find out, so I answered.
"Hi," I said.
"Hey, is this Chris?" the caller asked.
"Yes, it is."
"It's Leon," he said. "Do you remember me? We had a fantastic time together the last time."
That jogged my memory. He must have been one of the many guys I'd given my number to over the years. But there was a different aggression in his voice - a potential solution to my current dilemma.
"Yes, I remember," I replied, trying to place him.
"You took a lot of abuse that night. It's been making me horny thinking about it. I want to treat you like a worthless piece of shit, the way you like it. Are you free tonight?"
Now I remembered who Leon was. We met when I was walking home from a friend's house. He asked me to hang out and took me to a hotel, revealing he was into verbal abuse, spitting, and rough play. It was an intense night, and the thought of it was making me hard.
"I am," I said, "When do you want to meet up?"
"How about an hour from now?" he suggested.
"Perfect," I said. "Meet me at the intersection near where I live." We said our goodbyes and ended the call.
I quickly got ready, as a bottom should, and the anticipation was growing by the minute, causing my dick to get even harder. I wore some black lacy panties, along with some black thigh-high stockings for good measure. I threw on a t-shirt and sweatpants, knowing that they wouldn't last long. As I put on my shoes, I realized I was running out of time. I rushed out the door.
I arrived at the designated meeting place a few minutes before our agreed time. I was eager and ready for a night of abuse. It was almost ten thirty at night, and I was fully awake, imagining what could happen when I met Leon. He pulled up and honked his horn. I looked inside and recognized the face of the man who would satisfy my cravings. He was a handsome, well-built man who could easily handle my needs.
"Hey, Chris, how have you been?" he asked cheerfully as I got into his car.
"Good. It's great to see you. How have you been?" I responded.
"I've been good. But it's even better now that I have you here. Are you in the mood for some abuse, because I'm definitely in the mood to give it to you."
"I am," I answered eagerly. "I could use some serious abuse right now. Go ahead and don't hold back. Treat me like a sex toy for the night."
"You're still cool with the same stuff as last time?" he asked.
"Absolutely," I said, "I'm expecting a much more intense experience this time. Use me however you want."
"Perfect. We'll go to the same hotel," he said as he pulled away from the curb, the running time to the hotel being only fifteen minutes. My excitement was growing as we made our way there.
Leon taunted me with, "I have some goodies planned for you tonight. I know you're a dirty slut, and I'm going to make sure you don't forget it. Last time was just an introduction. You're really going to get it tonight."
I requested, "I was anticipating you'd say something similar. I require a reminder of my role."
"I'll put you in your place for certain; you don't have to worry about that."
I couldn't wait to reach the hotel. I caught sight of Leon quickly. Both his arms were covered in ink, and remembering our previous encounter, he also had tattoos on his chest, legs, back, and there was a large tattoo on his belly that extended down to his crotch. I was envisioning him naked from our last encounter, which made me even harder than I thought achievable. He was a textbook example of a man, and I felt blessed to have him once more. I was fully prepared to surrender myself to him.
He was now pulling into the hotel parking area. He looked at me and said, "Here we are. I hope you're prepared. I have a full night's worth of plans for you."
I responded, "You don't know how ready I am." He switched off the engine and grabbed a large gym bag from the back seat. We exited the vehicle and began walking to the hotel office.
After entering the office, he strode right up to the counter. I followed behind him. He said to the receptionist, "I require a room for six hours." he glanced back at me and said, "Is that all right with you?"
"Yes," I replied, "six hours sounds fantastic." This was working out perfectly. He was clearly in the mood for a lengthy session. I was too. The receptionist looked at us knowingly and handed Leon the key to what would be our room for the next six hours.
We ascended the stairs to the second floor and proceeded down the hall to our room. Leon unlocked the door and entered. It was a medium-sized room, boasting a queen-sized bed with night tables on either side, two smallish drawers, and a television on the wall. It had a closet that ran parallel to the bed, completely paneled with large mirrors. There was also a small bathroom. On the far side of the room stood a small table and two wooden chairs, as well as large windows that began about three feet off the ground and extended to just below the ceiling. They were now covered by dark curtains. The room featured a plush carpet and ample space.
Leon put his gym bag on the table and turned on the television. He fiddled with the remote for a moment and eventually found a channel playing gay porn. He then placed the remote on the table and unzipped his gym bag. "Be an obedient slut and remove your clothes," he instructed, "I'm feeling sadistic. I have plans for you." I peeled off my shirt, shoes, and pants and deposited them in the closet. I now stood in the center of the space, dressed only in black panties and black stockings.
He examined me from head to toe and remarked, "Nice. I dig it. Now sit your ass down on the edge of the bed." I complied. He removed his shirt, kicking his shoes aside as he did so, then shed his trousers. His body was smooth from head to toe, due to being fully-shaved from his face to his legs, providing his towering, muscular form with a silky, lustrous appearance. His tattoos gleamed and were alluring. His cock, already erect, was a seven and a half-inch masterpiece. Since he was completely shaven, it looked even more captivating. It was a thick unit with a comprehensive grid of veins spanning its surface and a large, rounded head promising ecstasy. His balls were substantial, likely requiring emptying on numerous occasions.
"First on the list," Leon announced, "You're worthless. Nothing more than that. You exist to please me, and that's it. You're going to fulfill my desires, when I desire it, and in the manner I want. You're a filthy slut for me to use. That's why you'll be wearing this." He waved a stainless steel chastity cage, freely open and unlocked, ready to be fitted.
Leon came over and pushed me backward onto the bed, lowered my underwear, secured the chastity cage over my balls and my member, locked it, and lifted my panties back up. It was a larger unit, not excessively limiting, but it still aroused me. I had never worn one before, yet I could become accustomed to it.
He lifted the bag from the table after putting the key in it and carried it over to the end of the bed and deposited it on the floor. He reached inside again and gained two leather collars with a metal ring on the front, fastened one around my neck, and declared, "This is for my control over you. If you misbehave, or if I see fit." He gripped the metal ring and yanked tightly to underscore this point. He retrieved a pair of leather wrist ties and a matching pair of ankle ties, each possessing a metal ring for connecting to whatever he decided on or to each other. He adorned me in these items and stepped back to inspect his work. Text
"You appear to satisfy me for now," he mentioned. "You seem like a homo wanting to be exploited, which turns me on. That could spell trouble for you, slut."
He now took out a silicone cock ring from the bag and fastened it onto himself. This accessory divided his testicles from the rest, making his penis and balls even more appealing than earlier. Leon stated, "This will provide you with enough cock amidst workloads. Do you want penis?"
I answered, "I desire whatever you wish to deliver. Particularly, penis."
"That's a great shit," I said, "That's what I like to hear. transition over to the side of the bed." I shifted to the side and now found myself seated on the edge of the pillow. He stood directly in front of me.
He spat on my visage and said, "Alright, skank, you were mine now. Are you prepared to cater to me properly?"
I responded, "Obviously, that's the only thing I want to do. I'm here for your amusement."
He hit me hard on my cheek and remarked, "Great, just remain seated and allow me to use your mouth. A piece of waste like you is of use for something, at least." He dragged my head forcefully toward his phallus through the ring on my neck. With the ring in his left hand, he held his dick with his right hand and smacked my face using it. Then again, and again.
"Do you enjoy that, whore?" he inquired.
Certainly, I liked this and I told him so. "Yes, I adore it. That penis is so thick. Pound me again."
Leon slapped me a few more times with his cock and then with his hand at the other side of my face. He then thrust my knee into his crotch and forcefully pressed his ball into my face, making certain his testicles' fragrance covered the entire surface. I cherished the fragrance of his balls and the feeling of them brushing against my face. My nostrils were full of his manly aroma, and I was excited.
"Uncover your jaw," he said. I did as he demanded, and his cock punctured its opening like a guided munition. As he held the back of my head with both hands, he pushed it onto his crotch, frigging my face as he thrust into his genitals. The process provoked my gag reflex, but he persistently invaded my throat with no delay. It turned into a wet and sloppy scenario. Saliva dripped from my mouth, land on his balls, as well as my chest, with each outward strokes. Mucus started to seep out of my nose, my eye fluids drained out, and the aggression did not end.
Finally, he lodged out of my mouth and stepped back to inspect me. I was soaked in saliva and gulping for air, mucus draining from my nose, liquid from my eyes running down my cheeks, and he looked at me as if he'd created a masterpiece, with esteem and admiration. He seemed content with his achievement. I was, too.
"You're a mess," Leon proclaimed with a broad smile, "It's too soon for this." He rummaged through his pocket for a roll of hand towels, took a few handfuls, gave them to me, downed the roll onto the nightstand and said, "Clean yourself up, whore, you hold work to perform." After I dried up, he examined me further and declared, "I'm going to wreck you even more."
He shoved me back onto the bed and tore my underwear off and slung them on the nightstand, landing on top of the roll of paper towels. Then, he hoisted me up and postured me across the bed with my water on the side. He straddled my head and gazed down at me. Holding me down with both hands, he grabbed my throat and applied minimal pressure, then spit into my face. "Show your mouth," he ordered. I obeyed and he projectile spit into my mouth two times. Then, letting go of my neck, he slapped me on the side of my cheek.
"I want to ensure you realize that you're nothing but a filthy queer for me to utilize." I said, "That's all you're for."
Standing over me, facing the mirrored closet, he bent down a bit and let his manhood and balls land on my face. He grasped his penis and commenced rubbing it all over my face before beginning to vigorously rub and slap 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 greedily licked and sucked on his scrotum and his testicles as if they were an oversized candy. His ample head eventually found its way into my mouth, and I began exploring it with much enthusiasm using my tongue. He bent down and grabbed my chest, squeezing it like it was a pair of women's breasts. He then thrust his cock into my mouth and all the way down into my throat. It was so deep that I could taste the silicone of his cock ring. Then he began to fuck my face.
It's interesting that sucking dick in this position never triggers my gag reflex. Leon seemed to have noticed this and decided to go all out. He raised his body up, bracing himself with his hands on the bed near my armpits and fucked my face even harder. I could feel the moisture of his sweat hitting my nose with every downward stroke, and his face dripping sweat on my stomach as his hardness mercifully slammed into my mouth and throat. Excited beyond belief, I thought I was about to burst the chastity cage I was locked into.
He stopped, took himself out of my mouth, spun around, and sat back down on my head, facing the windows. His sweat-covered body gleamed. He smacked me on the right cheek, then the left, right again, and then left again. He said, "Alright, lowlife, you're not doing too badly considering you're just a filthy gay whore, but you're still trash with no purpose in life other than to satisfy my needs, so, satisfy me."
With that, he plunged his cock back into my mouth and began fucking with renewed vigor. His sweaty balls now collided with my chin, and I could taste his precum. His relentless penis assault on my mouth continued. The only sounds in the room were the gay porn on the TV, 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 feel of his tight cheeks in my hands. Meanwhile, he cradled my head in his hands and forced his cock deeper into my mouth, forcing me to swallow every last drop of his manhood.
Taking a strong grip on my head, Leon fucked my mouth harder than before. His entire body glistened with sweat, and I could see the intense focus on his face despite the continuous action on his cock. He increased his speed while simultaneously fucking harder, eventually reaching a crescendo. "Holy shit," he shouted, "here comes your first load."
Unable to respond, I was ecstatic at the thought of experiencing his first orgasmic explosion. "Yeah, here it comes, here it comes," he continued. Leon pulled out of my mouth and almost immediately erupted. The first stream of cum covered my forehead, my nose, and landed in my mouth. The second gush went up my cheek and into my eye, and the next surge mainly went into my mouth while some splattered on my chin and my other cheek. After four more substantial pulses, it finally slowed down and started to drip out. He came hard and in abundance. From the neck up, I was drenched in cum. I swallowed everything in my mouth. He pushed his now soft cock back into my mouth.
"Clean it up, cum dumpster," he told me as I took him back into my mouth, working my tongue over the entirety of my reward. He removed his cock ring and sat down. He patted the empty chair and motioned for me to join him.
I stood up, walked over, and sat down at the table. My face still encrusted in cum, the remains of his semen lingered in my mouth. Leon said, "Holy fuck, I just fucked your face really hard. That was a hell of a load. I need to catch my breath."
"I'm good," I replied, wiping the cum off my face with my fingers and popping it back into my mouth, savoring the tasty aftertaste of his semen. "I can handle this. I love it."
"Are you sure? Because I can go easier if you want."
"No, don't. Don't hold back," was my reply. "Let's make tonight one we'll never forget."
"Nice one, you've got my permission," Leon stated, "I'll allow you to have this, my friend... I've been carrying this burden for over two weeks. Would you like a paper towel to wipe yourself down?"
"Yeah, I reckon so. My eye's a bit on fire."
Leon offered me a paper towel he'd brought to the table. I used it to wipe the remaining residue on my face, dabbed at my scalp to clean some cum from my neatly trimmed hair, and also wiped my eye.
I couldn't wait to see what else he had in store for me. His bag looked far from empty, and I sensed that I'd find out soon. Leon fastened his cock ring back in place and led me towards the bed. He pushed me down on it, laying me flat on my stomach. He went back to his bag and returned with four short straps, each with a latch at both ends. He attached one to each wrist restraint and one to each ankle restraint, binding me to the bed. My arms and legs were stretched out towards the corners of the bed, leaving me vulnerable and at his mercy.
"You ready for more?" he inquired.
"Hell yeah," I replied.
Leon grabbed me by the upper arm and guided me to the side of the bed. He fastened a strap at each corner of the bed, each with a ring at the end. He attached one to each restraint, and I was now securely fastened.
"With this setup, you can't escape at all," he said, "You'll have to endure whatever I want you to. What's your take on that?"
"I have no say in the matter, sir." was my response.
"Exactly." Leon affirmed, "You're just here to take whatever I want to give you. I'm going to abuse that ass, treat it like a pussy, and give it a great workout."
Leon ventured into his bag again and got out some items, placing them on the bed. He gave my ass a firm smack and moved atop me. He slapped my buttocks again, and I heard the signature sound of a bottle of lubricant opening. A short squirt of thick fluid followed. His finger was now lubing my ass, spreading the lube across. The cool, lubed sensation on his warm, firm finger felt amazing. His probing against my hole sent waves of pleasure throughout my body, immersing me in the moment.
Leon began tapping his finger at my opening, creating a series of orgasms. He then eased his finger inside me, followed by withdrawing it and smacking my ass. He motioned his finger around my hole, readying it for his next step. After some time, he pulled out his finger, and I could feel the long, rigid object that took its place. I recognized it as a butt plug. Several smacks on my ass accompanied its insertion.
"Do you like this, bitch?" he asked, "Do you like having your hole stretched and filled?"
"Yes," I responded, "This hole is made for your use. Stretch it, fill it with whatever you desire. I'll gladly accept whatever you send my way."
"Believe me, I'll use you to your fullest," he declared, "I plan on making full use of that butt."
Leon moved back to his butt plug and started shagging me with it. It wasn't overly long, around five inches or less, nor was it excessively wide, but broad enough to be felt. I assumed it was a medium size - a decent starting size. He thrust it in and out of my ass, twisting and turning it with practiced hands.
After some time, he removed the plug and placed it aside. My ass waited with anticipation as he rubbed his cock against my opening. Pausing occasionally to spank my bottom a few times, then continuing to rub, he readied himself.
"Are you the kind of person who wants this inside you?" he inquired, "Who wants a hard, throbbing cock filling and stretching you out?"
"That's all I crave. I need it," I answered, "I need your cock. Use me and show me how I should be treated."
"Not yet, my horny friend," he responded, "I have something else for you first."
Once more, I heard the pop of the lubricant bottle opening, the wet sound of someone applying lube to something. Behind me, I could feel Leon shifting around, apparently preparing his next toy for me. I felt something, again rubbery, coming closer to my opening - but this time it felt bigger, wider. It touched my anus and continued to advance. It eased its way in, passing the muscles that guard its entrance and then surpassing the point of no return. This, too, was an old familiar sensation. I knew a dildo when I felt one. He carefully inserted it all the way in and began fucking me with it. It had an average size, about five and a half to six inches in length, and was pleasingly wide. I was aware that Leon was larger than this, definitely longer and broader for sure. But for the time being, this was rather pleasant.
I wriggled while he fucked me with his vibrator, and he said, "You seem to adore receiving anal with this dildo. I'm certain you're desperate for the real thing, you dirty cock-hunting whore."
"I love this dildo and the manner in which you employ it," I said. "However, you just can't wait till you're inside me."
Leon remarked, "I know you're dying for it. For the time being, you will endure what I present you with."
He resumed fucking me with his device, twisting and turning it as he did so, changing the angle of penetration every so often, occasionally smacking my bottom quite hard from behind. I could hear him panting heavily from behind me, obviously enjoying himself. I glanced into the mirror that was situated on the closet, observing myself being used by a handsome man. It was a stunning sight to behold, to see myself being made use of by such a fine specimen of masculinity.
He gradually slid the dildo out of my rectum. He set it aside on the bed and delivered a good swat to my bottom. "Your rear is now quite red and of course I have not received any complaints. I believe you're now worthy of receiving this penis," he said.
Without further ado, he shifted forward and smacked the gap between my legs with his member. "How about this? You would enjoy being fucked by this in your vagina, would you? Would you like that, slut?" he inquired.
"Oh, indeed," I responded. "I want you to fill my pussy with that magnificent cock. Fuck me rigorously like the slut I am."
Leon grabbed a hold of my bum with both hands and carefully opened me up. I could feel the head of his cock meet my hole. It lingered briefly, teasing it before finally pushing in. I felt his hand resting on my hip and could see in the mirror that he was lubricating himself up. His hand shifted up to a kneeling position astride my hips. My vision was now fixed on the headboard, anticipating his girth. "Are you prepared for this, homosexual?" he demanded.
"I'm ready," I declared, "I wish to experience that big, thick cock within my anal passage."
"Well then," he said, "'cause that's what you'll receive. I'm going to pound your ass like no one has ever done before."
Leon pressed the head of his penis against my anus, striving for recognition as my opening was already spread wide. He penetrated me slowly, his progression gradually increasing. I could sense the thickness of his manhood as it entered me. The pain of muscles stretching greeted me, combined with the sensation of relaxation. At last, he was completely inside me, and he commenced raping my ass with rapid and forceful thrusts.
Leon inquired, "Does that cock feel delightful deep within you, do you enjoy being fucked all the way up your rectum?"
"Oh, yes," I replied, "That fucking cock feels awe-inspiring. Fuck my ass hard."
Unprompted, he did as I requested. He was ramming me quite harshly and then rapidly pushing me towards the top of the bed. His hard banging caused me to inch closer to the edge of the bed, stroke by stroke. Shortly, I was at the pinnacle of the bed, entirely on the pillows, and every time he thrust in, my head would strike the headboard.
Leon turned my head slightly to the side, so that my face was pressed into the mattress, and used his free hand to ensure my head remained there. Once again, my head struck the headboard, but not as forcefully as before. I scrutinized the mirror while in this position, with all four limbs restrained to the bed, my head held down by a powerful hand, my anal passage bursting with cock, and receiving a fresh load of semen - I felt utterly dominated. And I relished every second of it.
Leon paused abruptly, but continued to remain inserted within me. Without withdrawal, he freed my wrist restraints and proceeded to stroke me again. He then freed the restraints that held my ankles together.
"Wake up," he commanded.
I woke up and got out of bed, standing up in front of him. I didn't know what he had planned, but I was sure it would be something enjoyable. He went to his bag and returned with a short animal skin leash. It was connected to the ring on my collar and appeared to be about twelve inches long. It had a six-inch handle, giving him good control over me. With the leash in hand, he directed me to the table.
"Stay there," he instructed and moved to the corner of the room. He took down a cord hanging there and opened the curtains completely. He returned to me, taking hold of the leash once again. He yanked on it to lead me to the window. Our location was on the second floor, making us visible from the sidewalk and the main street passing by. The pedestrian traffic was light, but there was a steady flow of cars.
"I'm going to have sex against this window," he declared, "if someone were to see a faggot getting fucked, oh well. Get over there and face the window." He pulled me closer to the window by the collar, so that I was fully facing it.
I stepped forward and turned to face the outside, bending over slightly and resting my hands on the window sill above the air conditioner. My vision encompassed the street and sidewalk in front of the hotel, though any intimate details would not be visible. However, it was clear that we were engaged in an intimate activity.
Leon stood behind me and spread my buttocks apart with his hands. He spat on my anus twice before entering me with the same intensity as before. Once he was deep inside me, he pulled the collar, guiding me to the window. He started fucking me with great force, his other hand clenching my ass. As I bent lower and rested my arms on the window sill, I was giving him easier access.
Every sense was awake inside me. I felt him pounding into my ass, tasted his cum still lingering in my mouth, saw our reflection in the window and the world outside, smelled his masculine scent still present on my face, and heard the gay porn playing in the background, his grunts as he fucked, the clogging of our flesh on each thrust, and the noise of the chastity cage I wore slamming against the air conditioner. I felt fully alive in that moment.
Leon then yanked on the collar and thrust himself into me several times before slowly pulling out all the way.
"Get away from the window," he ordered. I complied by returning to the bed. He arranged me on my back, my head on the pillows. He fastened the restraints underneath the mattress to my wrists. He spit in my face and struck me across the face for emphasis. He climbed between my spread apart legs and lined himself up with my anus, beginning to thrust violently.
Seeing his face close to mine, he said, "I adore your tight little fuck hole. It feels so good. I could literally fuck you for days. You're nothing more than a useful tool. You're a disappointment, a worthless cocksucker. You exist for one purpose: to serve me, my cock, and my desires."
I responded, "I am. You know how to use me best. You turn me into a better slut."
The intensity of his thrusts matched the ferocity of his slam into my back that night. We bounced on the bed in harmony with his every push, his balls smacking my ass with each pull. He loosened his grip on my legs and rose up, pulling the leash to lift my head off the pillows and closer to him.
"Take me," he threatened, glaring down at me, "take me all. You're mine. You're my property. You're only for serving my cock. You have no other purpose. Your entire being exists for this.” He spit in my face and slapped me in retaliation. The intention behind the command was pronounced with a solid backhand to mine.
Leon continued to penetrate my behind as I gazed up at him, spit dripping down my face, feeling the sting of his slaps still on my cheek, while his verbal assaults reverberated in my ears. Despite the bruises and pain, I was incredibly aroused. It was thrilling and humbling to see that Leon was just as invested in this situation as I was.
Leon moved apart the pillows that lay adjacent to my face. He then nudged me to raise my buttocks, positioning the pillows beneath me. He took his arms out from underneath my legs and lay atop me, our sweat combining. My body was wide open, with my legs bent at the knees. His rhythm had mellowed a tad, perhaps to catch his breath before resuming. This was the calm before the fury. His manhood was gliding in and out, stretching me and satisfied my cravings as he maintained his relentless fuck.
Afterwards, Leon took off his wrist cuffs from the bed straps and drew away from me, appearing restored and ready for more vigor.
"Face down, bitch," he instructed. I flipped over, now facing the bed, the top of my head on the mattress. He grabbed my hips and moved me forward, aligning me in a doggy position. He turned the collar and the leash around, so that it was now at my back. Between my legs, he now positioned himself, spread my ass apart and saliva-coated my anus. He slid back inside me. I felt his thick shaft infiltrate me and inch its way to the farthest point it could reach. He withdrew slightly and proceeded to penetrate me again. He abandoned his furious pace and began to focus on pleasure.
"May I take some pictures of your gaped asshole?" Leon enquired.
"By all means," I consented.
He dashed to his bag and moments later, he was back in his original place. He held a camera and snapped a number of photographs, one as his massive girth barely entered me, another as he penetrated me halfway, and yet another as he filled me completely. He abruptly pulled out and photographed my ravaged opening.
"Thank you, mate," Leon said, "I'll have something fresh to view when I'm alone."
"Sure," I answered, "I'll send you the images of my gaped orifice. We could share."
"Sounds like a plan," he replied.
He returned to his earlier position on the bed, placing his chest over my back. My ass was slapped once more and Leo's potent manhood was pushed into me, possessing my well-used anus. He began to hammer me with determination and conviction. He seized my collar and pulled back my head, so that I was unable to duck. My face was now on the bed, while Leo continued his fierce and intense thrusts. I couldn't help but be impressed by the grunts, groans, and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. The creak of the bed blended in with the moans.
While staring up at the ceiling, I pondered my state. I was at the mercy of a heavily inked man I barely knew, I was face-down, with a collar around my neck, bound at my wrists and ankles, adorned in thigh high stockings, chained up, having graphic images of my anus taken, struck, spit upon, and ruthlessly fornicated. This would normally make many men abhorrent. Not me. In fact, thinking about it made me even more engrossed, hotter than I already was. I was in my comfort zone.
With purpose, Leon withdrew his grip on the collar to thrust my head onto the bed, keeping my ass in the posture it was in. "You're to remain right where you are until I give you permission to leave," Leon commanded. He let go of the collar, favouring the one encircling my hips. He severed himself from me, abandoning his harsh approach. Leon positioned himself behind me once more, delving back into me, using a measured and powerful consistency that sent me into euphoria. His hand continued to smack my buttocks alternately while he penetrated me fervently.
The sight of Leo's forceful fucking filled me with a gratifying feeling. In the mirror in the closet, I witnessed him furiously plow my behind, my limbs were spread-eagled, and I bore witness to a tangible reality: He was the man on top, my legs were in a submissive position, coupled with the collar, wrist cuffs, stockings, chastity cage, and ass-full of cum. It aroused me to no end. It was beyond incredible. Indeed, my perception is my reality.
Leon moved close to me, spat at the back of my head and left. "Lie flat on your back, you slutty sperm recipient," he demanded. I complied quickly. Leon climbed onto the bed and shoved my face against the headboard, slapping it again. Sitting on my chest, with his knees near my armpits, his hands moved frantically up and down his erect dick.
"I know a cum addict like you craves more. You can't hide it," he taunted.
"I'm ready," I admitted, "I want more of your fantastic cum. I'm starved for it."
"Perfect," he said, "Open up your mouth and prepare for it. I think this load is going to be massive."
So I opened my mouth, and he pushed his dick's head inside while still masturbating quickly. His fingers would occasionally brush my lips, while his dick continued to touch my tongue. Then I looked at Leon and held his gaze. That seemed to be the last thing he needed because seconds after, he pushed my head to the headboard, making me look up, and shuffled backwards on his knees.
"Fuck! Here it is...Fucking hell, I'm cumming now!" he yelled.
And he did. He positioned his dick to fire his cum where he wanted and unloaded a strong blast onto my face, beginning at my jaw, traveling up to my cheek near my eye, and finally reaching my forehead. He did it again and sprayed me directly in the eye. It continued up my forehead and over the top, culminating in a squirt straight into my mouth that ran down my chin to my chest onto my left, pierced nipple. Two more powerful jets on my face, head, chest, and mouth and that was it. I swallowed the large amount of his cum I had in my mouth.
"You know what to do, whore," he instructed, "Clean that shit off. Get every last drop. You love cock, you cum-blowing slut." I licked his entire shaft while it was in my mouth, ensuring I had everything. Leon pulled his dick from my mouth with a content sigh.
"Holy fucking shit," he muttered, " I could get used to this." He grabbed the paper towels he brought and went to the table. I followed, glancing in his bag as I passed. I recognized a paddle, fresh bottle of lube, anal beads, a chest harness, and several things I couldn't see underneath. He had a lot on his agenda, with three and a half more hours left. There was plenty of time for him to go through everything in his bag. I went to the table and sat down, eager to know what's next.
