A Real Man 2nd part

He was kicked until his bedroom. He went to the kitchen for a moment and came back with two beers and a small bag. I tried to perceive what he was doing without leaving my spot or raising my head much.

He sat at the foot of the bed, with his legs open, as he placed the bottles on the floor and the small bag next to his hip, on the bed.

"Come here, bitch."

I approached on all fours without looking at him. I could only see his sneakers.

"Raise your torso, but stay on your knees. Now, look at me."

He looked directly into my eyes, maintaining his gaze. He looked at me coldly, with real contempt. I loved being in that situation. As he continued to look at me, he began to make a guttural, loud, and arrogant sound, synthesizing phlegm to produce an intense and disgusting gargle.

With both hands, he forced me to open my mouth, looking at the ceiling, as if separating the jaws of a wild boar, and spat the gargle inside.

"Who told you to close your mouth, piece of shit? I'm not finished."

Then, he brought his nose close to my mouth and, pressing his nostrils one by one, discharged mucus into my mouth.

"Don't swallow yet. First, I want you to savor it while looking at me. Hey! Don't look away. What's wrong? Does it disgust you? Well, fuck you, sick faggot. That's what faggots are for. You can't take it, I'm telling you. If you do, I'll make you eat the vomit off the floor, idiot. I like it that way. Better. Now, swallow. What? Did you like it? It seems not..."

At that moment, he gave me a slap on each cheek, while smiling with pleasure. He enjoyed seeing me like that, doing what he said, even if it was hard for me.

"Come closer. Mmmm, those tits! Spread your legs. I told you I didn't want to see that cunt. But you didn't listen to me. So, I'll have to take care of it."

As he said this, he rummaged through the small leather bag he had next to him. He took out a device that I assumed was some kind of chastity device. He opened it to show it to me. Inside, it had spikes.

"Do you see these spikes? Yes, it's for what you think. If you get excited, they'll pierce your skin. It must hurt, I suppose, but it gives me pleasure. And these are for that. Or not?"

I spread my legs. Not because I wanted to feel the pain, but because I wanted to please that macho.

He quickly put it on, staining his hand with my preseminal fluid. Without letting the opportunity pass, he wiped his palm on my face. Then, he fixed his gaze on my tits. He began to pinch them, making a rather ordinary gesture, as if saying "mmm, how good."

He spent a good while stretching, pinching my nipples, and slapping my tits. It was noticeable that it turned him on. And my cunt suffered because, with each stimulus, it tried to erect itself, only to be repelled by the internal spikes of the oppressive device. He seemed to guess it, because every now and then, he pre...