Each anxious refresh of the chat was met with silence, amplifying my dread that I might never hear from him again.Meetings blurred together, overtaken by a relentless stream of images my mind replayed like a photo album from the night before. I wasn’t meant to be in this position, enduring such intense humiliation while gasping for breath. Gay sex I had gone from a man confident in his identity to an ass-eating bisexual, manipulated by a 110-pound, flamboyant twink with a man bun. Unlike the night before, Tony began to taunt me, amplifying my humiliation with every mocking remark he made.“How do you like my big balls?” he shouted, his lisp lending a mocking tone to his words. But my efforts were futile. His massive balls settled heavily on my nose and mouth, their weight almost suffocating. Each time I checked it, it felt like waiting for a job callback, my desperation fueled by blue balls I refused to address until Tony was finished with me. The harsh glare from the cheap can light in the foyer only intensified the smeared cum I wore as a mask, creating a striking contrast against my flushed complexion.
