A strangled noise tore from me, a whimper swallowed by the sheer mass of him.“I think you always wanted this, didn’t you, faggot?” He asked.The question was a blade, twisting in a wound I never knew I had. Gay sex “I’m gonna nut.”Panic sliced through the haze of my arousal.I couldn’t.Not here.Not like this.A sudden urge to escape surged through me. My throat burned as if scraped raw with steel wool.But beneath the pain, something else ignited.A traitorous fire licked through my veins.My body arched into him.It didn’t want escape.It wanted more.A desperate, consuming need for this degradation, for the excruciating reality of being filled, used, and bent by him. “Nothing but a hungry little cum-dump.”I whined around his cock.It wasn’t a word.It wasn’t even human.It was the sound of my pride shattering, of my will dissolving into pure, desperate need.A rough, pleased groan answered me from above.He liked that sound.He liked what he was doing to me.“You’re so much better than my girlfriend,” he grunted, his voice tight with strain.
