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What wealth, power, and respectability buys Him is silence and unflinching obedience. When He refuses to use condoms and rapes me like a gutter whore i accept it without question as His inalienable right, a privilege afforded Men of his status, and i consider myself lucky that He would even use me at all. He didn’t get where He is by being timid or foolish; He knows how to exploit the weak. He not only takes my body but He fucks with my head, leaving me feeling more dejected and worthless than before, desperate for the next time and shameless in the expression of that need. He owns me body and soul and controls me even when He’s not there.
He physically overpowers me. My weak instinctual resistance amuses and arouses Him. First a slap, then a strangle hold. i feel the cold hardness of His gold wedding band pressing into my neck as He lifts me to my toes. And then a beating before throwing me onto the bed and mounting my splayed shaking body. His naked body feels so hard against me, so Manly. i am instantly feminized by His touch. My legs are spread wide; i am desperate for the moment when He rams His thick cock deep inside me.
He kisses me so savagely that it feels as though i’m being consumed and when He fucks me the pain is unending. His raw hard cock stretches and tears me. His heavy balls slap loudly against me. The linens are quickly crumpled and stained; i am covered in His sweat. He fills my mouth with His thick tongue as His cock erupts blasts of cum deep inside my pummeled and swollen hole. i am so grateful that He would use me for His pleasures. But He withholds any signs of gratitude or satisfaction so i’m kept wondering if i’ve pleased Him, wondering if i’ll see Him again. It’s mental anguish and the suffering continues. He keeps me exactly where He wants me.
The quiet intimacy of sleeping with Daddy. i feel safe, loved, and cherished. He holds me throughout the night, instinctively pulling me close; i belong to Daddy. Even while sleeping He controls me. My soft smooth body relaxes into His strong embrace. When He wakes i’ll know it and i’ll slide down His muscled hairy torso to dutifully tend to His leaking morning wood.
He’s the third Man today to fuck me and even as He’s inside me i’m thinking of how to get more. Will this desperate need to be fucked ever be satisfied? i’m afraid of where it’s leading me. Already i want more: rougher, harder, no limits domination. Can He see it in my eyes, the permission He’s looking for? The begging? The pleading? What do you feel, Daddy, when you release inside a boy like me? Can you feel the gratitude of my body as it clings to you? What do you feel when you fuck me? What does it do to you to hear me groan and to see the hunger in my dazed eyes?