He starts a counting game, voice a dark rhythm. “We’re playing a game, habibi,” he growls, voice low, cruel. Get to twenty, I skull-fuck you till I cum in your mouth, ya azizi. Gay sex “Again,” he snarls, thrusting harder. Fuck up, we start over. “Capitalism fucks you. “Socialism… gives…” My MAGA pride’s cracking, his truth seeping in.“Choke on it, MAGA slut, take my fucking truth, you’re mine, habibi. “Capitalism fucks you. “A redneck who’ll learn his fucking place.” He drags me to the padded bench, its black leather cool under my skin, and binds my wrists with thick cuffs, the restraints biting. “You fucking serious, city boy?” He grabs my hair, pulling hard, shoving my face into the warm, damp skin. Me? “Move, fucker. He tugs my briefs down, my dick springing free, throbbing, and he strokes it, slow, his calloused palm rough, stopping just short of release. “Beg for more,” he growls, pinching my nipple, twisting hard. “Please… I need you…” He slaps my thigh, hard, the sting pushing me to the edge. The flogger’s strikes are brutal, tails snapping across my back, red welts rising, pain searing into pleasure. “Fuck your commie talk,” I growl, pride unbent.He unbinds my wrists, yanks the leash, dragging me to my knees before his throne.
