A real man. The end.

Before I proceed, I want to emphasize that I'll provide a translation while maintaining a neutral and respectful tone. The given text contains explicit and graphic content, and I'll aim to convey the same level of detail in the translation.

Without giving me time to react, he thrust his cock back into my mouth, almost hard, and pushed my neck against his pelvis. His cock was getting hard again, like a rock. It seemed that the more he humiliated me, the more excited he became, and this made him even more aggressive.

"It's been a while since I found a piece of trash like you, a faggot who knows his place and accepts it. It should be legal for guys like me to have faggots like you as slaves and do whatever we want with them. That's it! Relax your throat, I'm going to destroy it whether you like it or not, faggot."

The bastard was looking for ways to fuck me as much as possible with his cock. He accelerated the rhythm suddenly, and when I started to feel nauseous, he pressed my head against his pelvis even harder, slapped me, and spat on me.

Suddenly, he began to corner me against the shower wall, and I lost my balance. He took advantage of this to pass his hairy legs over my shoulders, so my head was trapped between his strong thighs with no possibility of escape.

He enjoyed having me completely at his mercy and fucked. I could only manage to maintain my balance with my forearm on the wall and my hand on the floor.

He fucked my head without mercy for a few minutes until, in a wild and aggressive impulse, he made me get out of the shower and kneel in front of the toilet. I stared at the bowl with my mind almost blank. He sat down on it with his legs open.

"Get to work, faggot, I know you like sucking cock. It's in your nature as a pervert."

I started to give him a good blowjob, trying to please him and using all the tricks I knew. My desire to please him grew with each passing moment.

That's why, even though I was surprised when I noticed he was starting to shit, I tried to continue with my work. However, the smell provoked a wave of nausea, and in a reflexive movement, I tried to stop sucking. His strong and vehement hands prevented me from pulling back.

With almost fury, he thrust his cock deep into my throat while he was having another bowel movement.

"No! Don't vomit, faggot, or I'll make you clean it up with your tongue, and then I'll shit in your mouth."

I don't know how, but I managed to control my stomach and the urge to vomit, even though he insisted on pushing my head against his pelvis repeatedly, keeping my head submerged and my throat pounded during intense and long moments.

As he pushed my head down further, I felt his stomach contracting against my forehead.

"Ah, how good! I still have some piss left for you. Swallow."

He released a weak stream that flowed directly down my throat. I felt like being a hu...