I don't know where to start. A few months ago, I was telling you about the straight and talkative pimp who was with my sister, and due to his nature as a seductive stallion, he was provoking me until he forced me to suck his entire cock and swallow all his cum. Well, half-forced. On the one hand, it's true that I enjoyed it, and his green eyes, perfect jawline, and great body drove me crazy. But on the other hand, his hateful stares if I didn't do what he wanted, the gagging he provoked by forcing me way beyond what my throat allowed, and some other slaps or spits were quite out of place.

Since then, many things have happened, some of which made me hate him more than anyone and didn't want to continue writing this story. However, I acknowledge that what he made me feel is not normal. At that time, I had a girlfriend and many doubts in my head, but every time my brother-in-law forced me, spat on me, or treated me like a rag, I felt completely full, happy, and carefree. I don't know if you know what I mean, but Marc has managed to make me happier, the less I worried about myself and the more I worried about satisfying his instincts.

For these and other reasons, I haven't been clear about whether to continue or not with the story, but being such a fan of jerking off while reading stories, and given how things are now with Marc, I think it's a good time to continue. Remember that this is the first time I'm writing, and the story is real, so I'll appreciate your opinion very much.

Marc had turned my whole world upside down. I felt things for him very different from what I felt for Carla, my girlfriend. With her, I wanted to see her, watch a movie together, or escape to the mountains with her dog and disconnect. However, I didn't look for any of that with Marc. It didn't even occur to me to be happy with him watching a sunset or inviting him to the movies. I knew that what I had with Marc was something more animalistic. I didn't care that he was with my sister, that he kissed her in front of me, or that he fucked her. I just wanted that at some point, when he felt like he needed something more, he would use me as he wanted, hurt me the way he thought he had to, and in return, I could smell his sweaty balls again, lick the precum drops that his cock released.

But it wasn't right; no one could find out about that, and much less my family. So, that night, I met up with Carla to go out and party. I wasn't forced to, I'm comfortable with her, and deep down, I wish my relationship with her was enough for me to have a monogamous, traditional, and easy relationship.

So that night, after dinner at home with my parents, my sister, and Marc, who was getting along very well with my father and already seemed like a habit to put a plate on the table for him (despite my mother hating that he came down to breakfast in boxers and scratched his balls in public), I was glad to be able to say goodbye to everyone and get away fr...