Subservient and Accepting it
He wasn’t anything special, or so they said. I thought that he was beautiful though. With his stylish yet, somewhat unkempt hair, his neatly trimmed beard, his slightly flawed skin, the lips I could see that were the right kind of pink (for me) and those legs. Ah, the legs that drove me crazy whenever I saw him in those Levi’s that hugged them in all the right places. And to top it all off, the large brown bedroom eyes that dripped with innocence and mischief all at the same time. I had to shake my head to clear the thoughts of him from it. There he was sitting with his girlfriend, laughing at something I was sure wasn’t even funny; I know the girl, her sense of humor is way retarded. Anyway, as I gawked at him like a total stalker he looked up and saw me staring at him. I quickly averted my eyes, pretending like I was just looking around, and not at him. When I averted my eyes, I failed to see his smile widen even more his eyes glinting slightly.
His girlfriend left a few minutes later, but he stayed there, probably waiting for a friend of his. I got up and headed towards the dorms where I was planning to spend the day. I didn’t notice that he had got up a few seconds after me and started following me. Entering the cool lobby of the dorms, I made my way to my room on the second floor still unaware of being followed, which could be because I had music blasting out of my earphones. Reaching my floor, I turned right when I felt someone grab me by the nape of my neck, I nearly jumped out of my skin and tried to look around to see who it was, but before I could, the a hand reached out (I jumped, thinking it was going to hit me) when it wrenched open the nearest door and I was shoved in the room. Stumbling into it, it hit me, this was His room. I looked around to see him entering and then locking it from behind. Though the action itself turned my knees to jelly, I was suddenly scared. The look on his face was not a joking one; it had an angry and slightly indifferent look to it. The face that I idolized had turned into one that was scary and hot at the same time. Gathering my wits, I asked him what was going on, really calmly, and innocently.
He paused and then suddenly rushed at me, I screamed a Whoa! And threw my arms up to stop him, which was stupid of me, because the moment they shot up he grabbed them and expertly twisted them behind my back, pulling me in such close proximity to him that my breath caught in my chest. He used one hand of his to grab both of my wrists together, behind my back, in a vice like grip and his other reached up and pulled my hair back. I yelped and then gave a gasp at the pain, my eyes tearing up.
“So, you thought, you could stare at me for so long and I wouldn’t notice?” he whispered.
“I was just looking at what you were wearing”, as the words left my mouth (difficultly) I realized how stupid and no less gay, it sounded. Apparently he agreed.
He laughed loudly, and then said “I’m going to give you what a faggot like you deserves bitch” although I got hard at his tone and his words and the fact that my hard cock was rubbing against him, a chill ran down my spine, what if he beats me up? What if he calls his friends and they all beat me up, my reputation will be ruined. I whimpered about how I’m sorry and it won’t happen again, but he seemed oblivious to it. He started walking, causing me to stumble back, and with my hair still pulled back and my arms still pinned behind me I felt like I would trip and fall any minute. Then I felt a table behind me and he applied more pressure on me until I felt like my ass would flatten against it, he reached behind me and then tied my hands with something he had retrieved from the table. I started struggling and begging him to stop. He laughed and grabbed me by the hair and then pushed me on his bed. I fell on my stomach, and tried to get up, but without the support of my hands, all I managed was wiggle my butt a little, which he found entertaining and I nearly turned red from embarrassment. ‘’please, let me go. I swear it won’t happen again’’, I pleaded, but he didn’t want to hear it. He reached down, still smiling wickedly, and grabbed the waistband of my jeans, I started shaking like mad. How many times had I thought off him taking them off, but not like this, not when I was so helpless and his motives were to punish me rather than love me the way I had wanted to so bad. ‘’Please, no!’’ my voice rose a few octaves. He ignored my pleas completely and pulled my jeans down in one go, along with my underwear. Then he pulled them off so the slid past my sneaker clad feet and onto the floor, raising me up from the bed completely. Now all I could do was struggle to get away from him, my naked ass there for his viewing shaking along with the rest of me. And all he did was laugh.
“I’ll teach you what a faggot like you needs, bitch,’’ he snarled,’’ look you even shaved your pussy for me today” I groaned in humiliation at his words. It was true. I had done that today. Not knowing this would happen. In one fluid motion, he unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the loops if his pants.
Knowing what would come next, I started begging, again. No, please, don’t. He again ignored me and my eyes screwed tight shit when the first assault hit my ass cheeks. The swoosh followed a loud smack and then a loud scream that I realized had escaped out of my mouth. Suddenly something was stuffed in my mouth, I realized it was underwear, it wasn’t mine. I choked on it, but I realized I couldn’t push it out of my mouth. Another attack with the belt came, with the same noise and left a stinging feeling behind. The belt slammed down again and again, until my ass started feeling numb, tears were falling down my face as my heart broke and swelled up at the same time, because I realized that I was hard and leaking precum onto the sheets. Something he noticed too, because after the 56th slap on my ass, he laughed again.
Oh My God, you’re a slut aren’t you? You’re raging hard. You like it when a man slaps your butt don’t you, slut? He asked, I groaned into my gag. Closing my eyes, in order to escape the humiliation of it all, but he was getting off on it. I didn’t know, but he was standing there, naked and hard. Excited by my position as a submissive little bitch (I had stopped struggling).
He pulled my up by my hair and pulled my up against him. I yelled into the gag, but moaned when I felt his naked body against my ass and legs, hairy and hot. He grabbed my t shirt and ripped it off, leaving me completely naked except for my shoes which he kept on me. Then he pushed me back on the bed. And then I felt them, his hands, squeezing my butt cheeks, moving them apart from each other, exposing the most private part of me and all I could do was moan and leak more precum. Then I felt a finger there, I started shaking. I had never been penetrated by anything before. I had kept it intact for my first romantic time, and not I was going to get violated like a piece of property he did not care for. I gasped into the gag as his finger entered my, he has conveniently forgotten to lube himself or me, drool escaping from the corners of my mouth.
“Damn! Your pussy is tight, bitch, I had expected it to be loose, hahaha” he kept fingering me, speeding up process making me moan like the bitch he wanted me to be. Then he took it out and used his had to scoop up the drool coming out of my mouth as a lube for his cock, and then used my own precum to lube up my ass hole. And then he pulled me up by the hips in such a way that it raised my ass up in the air, with my head still on the bed, a support and nothing more. I tried to wiggle my now numb fingers to stop him as I felt his rather large cock head pressing against my hole.
“I’m going to have fun using you”, he said and he pushed into me and I think I fainted. I don’t know after how long I got a sense of what was happening to me, it might’ve been seconds, it might’ve been hours but when I did, I felt my entire body tingling as his cock sawed through my ass. He kept plowing me, all the while calling me his dirty little slut and telling what a tight cunt I had. I was aware of the pain and nothing more and the pressure of his cock in me. And I was humiliated by the fact that I was still hard, my cock shining with my own precum. I was getting used like a piece of meat and I loved it and he knew that I loved it. He grabbed my hair, raising me in mid air and continued using me. I had become his whore, the way he wanted me to be. I knew I’d do anything for him. His thrusts into me were becoming rapid and I knew he was close. And then with a loud yell he filled my insides up, I felt his cock head inflate as it shot into me. When he was done, he pulled out, so suddenly that I yelped in pain and the feeling of emptiness, and at that moment I came, all over his bed and on my legs. He laughed again, spanked my ass and then took the gag out of mouth, wiping the cum on his bed with it, and then wiping his cock using it. He pulled me down on my knees and made me suck his cock for a good five minutes, feeding me whatever cum that was left in his balls. Then he made me get up. I was dazed and I realized I couldn’t stand straight because the moment my ass cheeks met, a pain shot up. So I had to push my arch my back and push my ass out as far as it would go to relieve the pain. He sniggered and untied my hands. I reached out to grab my pants and underwear when he grabbed it and threw the ragged and ruined underwear at me. It was wet and sticky with cum. He told me to wear that and kept mine with him. Then I pulled my jeans back on, gingerly. When he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into a deep kiss. I melted into him as his hands groped and squeezed my ass, causing me to wince in pain. Then he grabbed my hair and looked into my eyes, “tell no one about this, and be outside my door at 12 tonight. I’m going to use you for as long as I want now”, he said, the mischievous glimmer back in his eyes as he said it. “Yes sir”, I muttered back.
“Good, now get out of here” he slapped my left ass cheek and pushed me towards the door. I had to leave, I had no choice. Luckily, no one saw my shirtless- ness, the fact that I looked like I had just got raped (my hair was a mess) and that I reeked of cum. I hurried into my room and collapsed. Anxiously, waiting for the clock to strike twelve, so I could go and service him again.
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