inferior nothing By: Rob Y haverimseat4you@gmail.com http://www.sgttate.com
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I clean out my hole again this Friday morning in anticipation of his next visit. Over the past three days he has kept me in a heighted state of arousal due to his five jerks in one day demand.
When he left I immediately jerked off, holding his jock to my face. It took me longer to find my phone than it did to cum once I started jacking. The pic was sent to his number as instructed.
He didn't respond to any of the pics I sent from the five times I came that day. Nor the next day, Wednesday. On Thursday, I cleaned out my ass real good and shaved from the neck down around 7:30 AM, as he said he might stop by. He didn't. I still jerked off five times and sent him the pics.
His clothes still reek of his scent. I love it. More than his jock, his gym shorts have the most potent sweat scent. I slept with them next to me on my pillow.
At 8:00 this morning I get my first contact from him after he left my apartment three days ago. It simply reads: "I'll be over at 8:30. Leave door ajar."
I scramble to pick things up. Get things in place. I have his rim seat ready with a fresh towel underneath it for my head.
Ten or fifteen minutes later he sends a second text. "I want that dildo in your cunt and your hand full of cum when I walk in the door."
I stop everything and immediately start jacking off. Knowing I am going to be used today, but a real man makes the jerking easy to do. I cum in no time--especially with the dildo in my hole--and it is an intense orgasm, collecting the small amount of cum in my right palm.
With a few minutes to spare, I am in the exact position I was the other day, except my cum-filled right palm is up. At 8:30 he enters.
"Cunt. I have to take a piss. Sit back on your heels. Hold that dildo in place."
Racing to sit upright, I do not look up at him putting his garment bag and duffel on my chair. My right hand supports the base of the dildo.
"That's good that you know to look down. You are learning fast how to behave around superior gods like myself."
He walks up to me and smacks me across the face, as he starts to pull his cock out.
"I deserve that because I am an inferior nothing."
"And now you are going to be an inferior nothing with a belly full of piss. Open up."
I open my mouth, but the thought of drinking piss is kinda revolting. My cumming not ten or fifteen minutes ago has taken the fun out the anticipation of having his dick in my mouth. In fact, I don't want to have sex with him at the moment. All the jerking off the past few days has made me not want to do anything with him. But I know I have to.
As he removes his sweat soaked tank top, the piss begins. And it's coming out fast, too fast for me to swallow. It tastes nasty and strong. Seeing me struggle, he pulls out his still pissing cock and pisses on my face. He does not care that it goes everywhere in my living room.
"That's what you get for not swallowing properly. You are not to clean this up. It is to remain there until it dries. Make this place smell like a dirty rest stop."
He smacks me again causing his hand to get covered in his piss. Wiping the moisture from his hands in my hair.
"I deserve that as I am an inferior nothing."
"And one that has a handful of cum. Go on eat it up."
He finishes taking off his clothes, placing them in a pile, as my stale cum goes in my mouth mixing with what remains of the piss taste. I am repulsed. Now I understand why he had me cum.
His cock points directly out from him--parallel to the floor. There is no curve up or to the side. The pre-cum covers his head.
Taking my chin in his massive hand, he makes me look up at him.
"You understand why I did that?"
I don't know if he means him pissing on and me or having me eat my own cum before we start playing. In either case, I do think I know.
"Yes, My Lord."
He slaps me across the face.
"I deserve that as I am an inferior nothing."
"You understand why I did that?" A second slap is harder and faster than the one five seconds before.
"I deserve that as I am an inferior nothing."
"Answer my question."
"No My Lord, I do not know." I remember his question and response to my answer from the other day. I add, "I am incapable of knowing anything, My Lord."
He chuckles to himself. That's the first time I have seen him break his intensity. It is quickly restored with a backhand across my cheek.
"I deserve that as I am a inferior nothing."
"Stand up." I rise--still holding the dildo in place--and lower my eyes to that rigid dick. I drop starts to form at its piss slit. "Tell me, when you jerked off over the last three days, who were you jerking off too?"
"You, My Lord."
"Did you use my gym clothes?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"Did you stretch out that cunt as I told you?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"Let me see that dildo." I pull it out and let out a fart with it. It doesn't faze him. "Remember, anything that comes out of your cunt gets cleaned in your mouth."
In it goes. I'm glad I cleaned out, there was no shit on it.
"Good. Keep that in your mouth for a while, without using your hands to hold it." My hands go down to my side. "I see by your useless pecker that you are turned on at the moment." He smacks it.
He walks behind me. I feel on hand on my cheeks. Its middle finger is jabbed inside, followed by a second. Both dig deep in my hole, twist, and withdrawal. He returns in front of me.
With my eyes looking down, I can clearly see his two fingers waiting for a cleaning. I don't know what to do with the dildo in my mouth. Should I reach up to take it out? Should I stand here until he tells me? Should I--
He smacks me hard. The dildo flies out of my mouth and lands in his piss.
"I deserve that as--" He jams the two fingers in my mouth interrupting my response.
"Well you have stretched your twat. It's not going to strangle my dick when I fuck you, which is important. My cock is still going to tear your cunt to shreds still, which is not."
I slobber over his fingers, as if they were his cock.
Satisfied that I sufficiently cleaned them, he pulls them out. "Get under the toilet seat. That toilet mouth of yours is going to suck on my shithole."
I move under the rimseat, as he grabs his iPhone. Looking up, he appears in my sight from below the seat. I cannot clearly see his face, as his mammoth cock is in the way, rigid and leaking like a faucet. He massages his cockhead making the pre-cum smother his head. A drop forms.
"Open up."
I open my mouth to receive that drop. It hangs about a foot, or maybe more, before it snaps landing directly on my tongue. I revel in its saltiness and slipperiness. He barely offers a hint of a smirk before turning around to show me his meaty ass.
"This time will be much longer. That tongue better not show any fatigue."
His ass descends. Just like the last time, it opens up at the last moment. The smell is worse. It is very musky from sweat. But there's another smell; it's not shit. But it's pungent.
Instinctively, my tongue starts to explore his crack before diving into his shithole. He doesn't seem to have a problem with what I am doing, as he doesn't say much.
In fact he doesn't say anything for long time. I focus on his shithole like he told me to do. Really it is quite easy to zone the rest of the world out and let my tongue do its thing.
I don't know how long I have been eating his shithole before he stands up. I do know that his crack is a lot cleaner.
Looking back over his shoulder he commands, "Come with me."
I get up and follow him into my bedroom. He pushes my comforter to the floor before lying down, filling up the bed. Without a hand holding it steady, his cock points up. The cock head glistens in this low light. It amazes me how much one man can leak. I'm not complaining, because I love pre-cum.
"Get in your submissive pose right there."
He points to the spot on the floor along side the bed. I get into formation with my body on the floor and arms resting along side.
"OK, this is what's going to happen. I am going to ask you questions, and I expect you to answer with details. I want you to tell me everything. Don't hold back. Don't worry if you think what you will say will make me think any less of you. That's impossible, because you are nothing. When did you realize that you were a useless fag?"
How do I answer that question? I pause before I feel his foot lightly kick my head. I know that's his lazy way of slapping me across the face.
"I deserve that as I am an inferior nothing."
"Exactly. That didn't just happen with me. You must have known for years that you were both inferior and a nothing. You may not have had someone with such keen observation as me to tell you point blank, but somewhere you had to realize that."
"My last boyfriend was my Master."
"And what happened?"
"We broke up."
"No shit. You really are stupid too. I want details on your sex life, and if I am concerned about your little life I will let you know."
"I was his boy."
"How old was he?"
"27, My Lord."
"Oh fuck. So you were a bitch to a boy who wanted to play master."
"Yes, My Lord. I was 21 when I met him on line. I was still living in Arizona. When I graduated at 22 I moved to San Francisco. He wanted a slave."
"And what cute slave-y things did he do to you? Did he parade you around the street fairs wearing a leather harness and leather shorts?"
Wow. How did he know? "Yes, My Lord."
He starts to laugh. "Continue. This can't get any more ridiculous."
"He would piss in my mouth when we would go to the bar."
"What no morning piss? Or when he needed to go throughout the day?"
"No, My Lord. He didn't want to give it to me when it was strong."
"Well, apparently I spoke too soon; this is completely ridiculous. And you left him over this?"
"He dumped me for a guy that had a bigger dick." He laughs the biggest laugh I have heard him. I ignore it and continue. "He kicked me out of the apartment even though I begged him to stay. I had no place to go in the City. That's how I wound up out here in Livermore."
"Jesus! You really are nothing and inferior. He didn't want that pecker either? And still you begged him? Why the fuck would you do that? Don't answer. I don't want to know. And before you met this flake of a master, did you give yourself over to any real man?"
"There was this mechanic I met in the park in the town I grew up in when I was fifteen."
"Tell me about him."
"As I said he and I met in the bathroom. I would go there to blow guys through the glory hole. He invited me home with him. He fucked me a few times. He liked to tie me up, with my hole hanging over the edge of the bed. He would fuck me while watching himself in the closet mirror."
"This guy sounds like my kind of man. Then what?"
"After fucking me a few times, he stopped meeting me. He was arrested for having sex with boys from my high school. The police came to my home. They told my mom and dad that this guy was meeting me and wanted to know if they wanted to press charges. They did. I told them not to. They did anyways. Never saw him again. My life was over then. My dad tried to throw me out, but my mom wouldn't let him."
"Oh for fuck sake! Don't tell me they got a divorce?"
I don't say anything. I continue to stare at the floor. I'm glad he can't see my face, as I am on the verge of crying.
I don't like that he so dismissive of my life. It's one thing to trick with a guy who is abusive, because that's the scene, but he's hitting me in a spot I am still dealing with. My parents went through a rough divorce. Afterwards, my mom and I left Kentucky and moved to Phoenix to start over.
"They did. Bloody hell. No wonder you look for men to treat you like you are inferior, because you are. You fucked up that man's life. He's in jail because of you. You being a queer got your ma and pa divorced. You really are a fuck up. Hell! Your thing with your ex was a piece of shit relationship, he knew to dump your sorry ass because of your tiny pecker, and you begged to stay with him." He chuckles a little. "You really know how to screw up everything, don't you?"
Wow. Do I? I try my best. But I did mess up my relationship with my ex. Fuck. Shit. I don't want to admit that he's right. I can't admit it.
I start to cry.
He shifts around on the bed so that he sits on its side. My submissive pose barely allows me to see his two feet on either side of me.
"Are you crying boy? Look at me."
I don't want to.
"LOOK AT ME BOY!"
Slowly I look up. Leaning over, he offers a sympathetic glance. A tear slowly rolls down my cheek. He quickly moves his hand to that side of my face. Surprisingly he is tender. His right thumb stops the drop from continuing down. Scooping it up on his thumb, he traces its route seemingly to get every molecule.
He leans back to sit upright staring at his thumb. He uses his index finger to push the moisture into a drop. Slowly he rotates his hand so that the drop can only fall. It lands on the tip of his pre-cum covered dick head. He looks at me.
I don't understand.
Lunging at me, he grabs my arm in one hand and pulls me up, steadying me with his other hand to my neck. With a shove I am thrown face down on the bed. His cockhead wipes pre-cum on my hole. A firm hand on my back holds me in place, as he shoves his dick in, hard. Every inch pulls part of my hole inside. I definitely benefit from his pre-cum as well as ruminants of the lube I applied from this morning's dildoing, but it is not enough.
I scream out. I scream out loudly. His hands on my shoulders prevent me from trying to get away. He slams into me repeatedly.
"I can't!" is all I can say.
"You can't what faggot? You want to end everything? Just say so now. But keep in mind I will finish first, and I will be pissed off as I am finishing. So tell me that you want this to end."
I can't continue this, but I can't tell him to stop or it will be worse. I just lie there.
He falls on top of me with full weight pinning me down. I cannot move anywhere. Breathing is difficult. Thrusts in an out continue assaulting my hole. I struggle to relax my ass muscles, but his thickness is not manageable.
"Listen here cunt." His mouth is inches from my left ear. "I don't care what your life was before. I don't care how many lives you have screwed up: your dad, your mechanic, or even your ex. It means nothing to me other than I got rock hard seeing you cry over it."
Focusing on what he is saying is rather difficult. Everything is a blur.
"Now inferior nothing, you are now cunted. I have cunted you. This cunt between your legs belongs to me. Nothing or no one will go in without my permission. Not another man, not your finger at night, not your doctor, not a dildo. Nothing without my permission. That cunt belongs to me. You got that right faggot?"
I can't answer him, as it is difficult to breathe. But still I manage to get out, "Yes, My Lord."
Pulling off and then out of me, he flips me over on my back and spreads my legs painfully wide. A thrust in and I scream again.
He smacks me across the face.
I answer, "I deserve that as I am an inferior nothing." I am surprised that it came out instinctively.
His thrusts are long and they are more painful due to the angle.
He smacks me again.
"I deserve that as I am an inferior nothing."
"Yes you are cunt." He delivers another. Several others.
I cannot respond fast enough. The pain I am feeling is excruciating. Between that and the face slaps, I start to cry again.
He laughs and the slaps, temporarily, stop.
"I deserve that as I am an inferior nothing." I really do feel like I am nothing, inferior too. That only intensifies my cries.
Like he did before, he reaches up and collects my tears. Instead of playing with them, he wipes the moisture on his dick as it withdraws--so fast that it doesn't interrupt his rhythm.
"Keep crying. I'll keep applying those tears to your cunt.
The tears are so minimal that there is no relief in the dryness. He must have done it a dozen times.
His cock is relentless. He swore that he would tear me up, and that's what it feels like. After what seems like an eternity, I finally just give up and let him do his thing. My body relaxes.
"That's it cunt. I see you surrendering. I feel it around my cock. You are slowly accepting your role as a true inferior nothing. Ain't that right?"
He smacks me across the face. I don't even flinch.
"I deserve that as I am an inferior nothing."
He's right. I am starting to accept it. I have known for a long time that I need to submit to sadistic sex.
"Good. Let's get this over with. Play with my tits."
"How do you want that My Lord?"
"Reach up and roll each nip in your fingers applying a little bit of pressure." He smacks me across the face. "Eyes down."
"I deserve that as I am an inferior nothing."
His thrusting picks up pace. He resumes the continual face slaps. I cannot get the statement out in time before the next one lands. I squeeze his nips harder. That seems to work.
I can hear him panting. "Here goes cunt. You are about to be bred with the most superior seed into your inferior hole."
He grunts loudly. I can feel the pulsing of his cock in my damaged hole. There are at least six or eight pulses.
Without breaking his pace, he grabs my hair to pull me up. His cock pops out as he pushes me down to the floor on my knees. He doesn't instruct me or even wait for me. He shoves in for a cleaning.
I can barely get the head in my mouth. With a push to the back of my head, he starts to impale my on his shaft. Luckily he starts to deflate. I can take most of him. My tongue goes into action cleaning every square inch of it.
"Oh shit look at the time. I need to be in Oakland at noon. It's 10:30 now. You can finish washing me in the shower."
We climb in. Handing me a washcloth and soap he brought with him, I begin to clean his whole body as he just stands there letting the water bounce off of him.
"Cunt, I don't know when it will happen or if it already has happened. But, you will think about me and how I am treating you. You will compare my selfishness to your self-esteem. You are going to debate yourself if you want to continue to be my inferior nothing or if you will end it for your self worth. You need to resist this debate. We both know that you ARE an inferior nothing and that I am a SUPREME GOD. Just trust your initial instinct to contact and submit to me. Do not think of yourself in the short term. Think about realizing what deep down you know you are instead. You got that cunt?"
"Yes, My Lord"
"Good, now go into the living room and get my clothes out of the bag and lay them out."
I leave him to finish in the shower. I do as he instructed. I place them in order of putting on.
From my bedroom I hear, "Bring my clothes to me. I have something to show you."
Grabbing his items, I go into my bedroom. He stands finishing his toweling off.
"Look." He points to my bed. There is a stain. "You are not to wash that stain. You are to sleep on it. But look closely."
I go up to the small but colorful stain.
"See the red. I popped your cherry. You should be proud. Well, you would be proud if you were anything other than an inferior nothing. Now, in your twat is my cum. My cum is to remain there until 8 tonight. That is when I want you to shit it out in the middle of your bed. Take pics of it. You got that?"
"Yes My Lord."
"This place needs to reek of my presence." He places my pillow on the floor and begins to piss on it. "Do not wash your pillow. I want my piss to greet you every day. You got that cunt?"
"Yes My Lord."
"Now get the fuck out of here. I need to finish getting dressed."
I leave my bedroom. My living room looks like a disaster: dildo lying in a pile of piss, a rim seat in the middle of the room, and gym clothes scattered about.
Coming out of the bedroom, he is dressed like an executive--sexy as hell. He walks to the front door. "Continue with the jerking 5 times in a day and send me the pics." I open and stand behind my front door. He walks by me and smacks me once again. I start to close the door, but he pulls it closed.
A tiny portion of cum dribbles out of my hole and rolls down my leg.
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