I dropped to my knees and looked up at him pathetically. I knew full well that he would over power me. A second later he was knuckle deep inside of me, working his thick fingers in and out of me. A wave of nausea overtook me, and I had to fight it back knowing how much worse things would get if I threw up on his dick. “Answer me.” he growled. “Now, I knew from the get-go what you were hoping to do here, and I applaud your ambition, I really do.” Another drag “And a lot of people told me that you weren’t going to pull it off, and lets face it you probably never stood a chance, this isn’t some little suburban punk game. “God I love taking a little faggots ass.” I cried out with each thrust and started muttering into my pillow, begging him to stop. I heard him chuckle and the humiliation mounted once more. I heard him chuckle and the humiliation mounted once more. I tried to decide if I could make it to the door before he could grab me. It didn’t look good. I dropped my gaze and nodded glumly. I wasn’t born to be a fag. He wore a tight black T-shirt, and a pair of heavily worn jeans.
