JAMIE WHY ARE YOU SO SEXY?
He grabbed me by the hair and forced my face into the bed.
“I am the Owner here. Forever.”
I kept testing, pushing, resisting, bratting. Just a little. He held my head down until I gave in. Then he dragged me down to his cock.
He was already hard. He forced my mouth onto him, grabbing my head with both hands. He yanked me up and down, like he was simply masturbating with my mouth. My mouth hurt when he let me up.
“Get on your knees, boy.”
I waited in position. The fan was blowing right at me and I could feel that I was wet already, even though he hadn’t touched me. I heard him lubing his cock, then wiping his hands clean.
He thrust into me roughly and immediately began pounding away. I was making all kinds of noises. His cock felt so fucking big, too deep, my tummy hurt with every thrust but fuck fuck so good oh god please don’t stop
“Do you want my come, faggot?”
Please Sir please come in me oh god oh fuck please I need it uh fuck yes please!
When I returned from cleaning myself up he had already gotten himself cozy in bed. I turned out the light and lay beside him.
“Do you want to come?” It’s habit by now for him to ask.
A pause. “No. Go to sleep Jamie.”
I don’t even get a kiss goodnight, a snuggle, anything. Only a final acknowledgement -
“goodnight, faggot boy.”
He falls asleep quickly. The dark and the silence swallow me up. I feel used and abandoned, alone, even though he sleeps mere inches away. We don’t even share a blanket.
I tuck my blanket in around me, hiking it up between my legs. I wriggle against it, the slightest stimulation for my aching needy cock. But I stop myself quickly and let the night take me, try to sleep.
My last thought is how strange, to feel both abandoned and content at once.