A real man 3rd part

After a fairly long while, the male leaned against the bathroom door frame, observing me in silence for a few seconds with a mocking grimace as he downed a few swigs of beer.

He approached, set the small bottle on the floor, picked up the phone from the shower, and aimed it at me. The water came out cold.

"What did you expect, faggot, that the water would come out warm? You're here for what you're here for, and if you don't like something, you're screwed. Grab some gel and scrub yourself well because you're disgusting. Well, you're disgusting anyway, but on top of that, you smell terrible."

I cleaned myself as best I could, although it didn't matter how much I did, I had the smell deeply ingrained in me. I felt terribly humiliated.

"Turn around and show me your ass."

His coarse fingers invaded my rectum, searching for the socks I had inserted a while back. The truth is that I was so impacted by what had happened that I had almost forgotten they were there. Not so with the chastity cage, which had not stopped punishing my penis, as every time I thought about the way this arrogant and vicious male was treating me, I got excited, producing an immediate rejection from its internal spikes.

He removed the rolled-up socks from my interior without any care, which, now dry, scraped me as he took them out, producing a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

"Look how you've left them. Useless. I should make you eat them," he said these words with a violent calmness that sent shivers down my spine, as I knew he was containing himself from not putting them in my mouth. "Show me your clitoris."

I turned around again, now completely standing, exposing the chastity cage towards him, with my gaze always towards the floor, silently begging him to remove the device.

He removed the cage with calmness, liberating my tormented cock. I felt a kind of electric discharge when he did. He began to caress the skin with the tip of his fingers, which relaxed me but still caused a slight pain.

"You're all wet like a whore. Do you realize how much of a pig you are, you filthy faggot bitch?"

He said this, bringing his cheek close to mine. The proximity was such that I felt the hair on his chest on my nipples, the smell of his armpits comforted me. I felt like shit, yes, but shit that was important because it was his shit, the shit of a real male.

"Do you die of desire for me to kiss you? Really?"

"Yes," my voice trembled with my body.

"Don't even dream of it, faggot. I'm a male. I don't go for faggot things. The only thing you'll get from my mouth is spit."

Without him having to tell me, I opened my mouth wide for him to spit inside. This seemed to enchant him. He gathered phlegm in his throat and spat a good amount into my mouth. Then he crowned it by blowing his nose into it again.

This time, I savored it with pleasure. The mixture had stoppe...