As I shuffled down the street, asshole burning from my special invader, my clit hole painfully stretched open by the urethral tube, I was in agony and extacy. All around me there were festivities of Gay Pride baccanalia. Some men in colorful regalia saw my mincing, wincing form and were intrigued. Some more conservative queers saw me and rolled their eyes at my provocative attire. Others enboldened by the large crowd would grope me, attempt to finger me but find my invader and give me a wink. Trquth is I've always been an outsider to these events. Masc, large and black I stand out in the sea of white fit young men. And my identity as a fag bottom pig made me seek out not praise but punishment and degradation.
Every pride I've sought out vile and degrading ways to express my own sexual deviance. Usually by finding a leather bar where I can serve at a glory hole until my stomach bursts with cum. Some times I find some piss drunk Daddy who can send me home drenched in seed and urine. But it was my worst pride encounter was whst spurred my current need to rape bait.
Last year I was walking home covered in piss and face layered with cum. Nothing much on just a low cut top and booty shorts.
Then I heard him: "Yo look at this nasty ass nigga, damn you stink" I turned around, it was a group of young black men. They were in many shapes and sizes, some heavily tattooed. They were clearly dressed down in gang colors: red rags and caps adorned their foreheads. The other thing they shared though was the look of disgust at a black man such as them covered in filth.
"So you a cocksucker, nigga?" The leader growled.
"Man look at this bitch, his face looks like a cumrag" said another person
"Please Sir, Im just trying to go home" I mumbled They all laughed, one came up to me and stared me down.
"You best get out of my hood boy, or Ill make you my new bunk bitch" he snarled while grabbing my ass.
" lol dont tempt him, he loves soft niggas like you" the leader crowed.
I was frozen for a full 10 seconds. I stared deep into his hungry eyes. Meanwhile i felt his large fingers probe my hungry hole through the booty shorts.
"YO Jamal, that enough! Damn, leave that shit in prison." The leader barked.
After a quick stab in my hole with his middle, he pulled out and sniffed it.
"Get out of here faggot" he spst in my face.
I ran as fast as I could with the jeers of them at my back. I ran and ran till I was on the main thoroughfare again. Just another fag blending into the bigger crowd of homos.
But somrthing was different. I liked the loogie he left on my face. I could tsste the tobacco he was chewing. My cock was straining in response to the indignity I suffered earlier. I could still feel his midfle finger, rough and calloused, painfully violating my passage. I wanted more.
I decided to walk home, no uber or lyft would want a pissed on cum rag staining their seat. By the time I got home that day I was rancid and painfully tired. I scoured myself with a hot shower and plopoed into bed, dreaming of my last encounter.