I remember it was summer because I had the tickets to go to a heavy metal concert in a town in Spain which I'm not going to mention, only I remember and the person I was with.

Through the same app, although I had a different nickname, a dominant man came in who only wanted to abuse me and I accepted. We exchanged photos and arranged to meet at the house I had rented for that concert weekend.

The only thing he asked was for me to be discreet, so I'm not mentioning the place where we were or his name.

The day arrived and in the afternoon, around 5 pm, we met at the door. I went up first, and he took a little longer even though he knew where he was going.

He told me to get on all fours, naked, with a dog collar and leash.

He came in, locked the door, and started kicking me.

He said that scum like me was what he was looking for.

I started licking his boots, which were very dirty, and then continued with the soles while he held me by the neck and slapped me a couple of times for being a cocksucker, as he called me.

Between slaps, he rolled a joint and I was eager, not because I wanted to smoke, but because I wanted to try the ash, even though I had never tried it before but it excited me.

He slapped me a couple of times and asked me why I was staring at him so much. I told him I wanted to try the ash from the joint, so he flicked it into my mouth and slapped me a couple of times while I continued licking his boots.

Once the joint was finished, he put it out and peed in my mouth for me to swallow. Then he sat on the couch, held my head, and started fucking my mouth with his big cock.

Every time I looked at him, he slapped me a couple of times and kicked me hard in the balls until he said he was in a hurry but still wanted to cum and wanted to knock me up.

He put me on all fours, smacked my face, and put his sneakers on my face.

He fucked me as if there was no tomorrow, and though it hurt a little, it didn't matter because at that moment it was a man who was going to knock me up and use me as the human scum of any man.

He came inside me and said I was only good for that, to be the pathetic clown who made him laugh because he had never had any faggot like me who would do what he wanted.

He made me kneel in front of him again, I kissed his hands, and he gave me a good beating. When I was about to say goodbye, he grabbed me by the neck, smacked my balls two or three times, and told me not to think about being with anyone else, that I was only his.

He told me not to leave the house, and forced me to give him the keys so I couldn't leave. He said he would come back at night because he felt like laughing at a clown, and you are the closest thing to one that I have found.

He left, and I was left wanting more.

TO BE CONTINUED...