AT LAST I FOUND MY PLACE: BEING THE FILTHY SLAVE OF A REAL MAN

FIRST ENCOUNTER

I finally understood it, fuck. After so many years pretending to be a normal guy, I finally found my true place in this world: to be the bitch slave of a real male. His name is Ángel and he is exactly what I had always dreamed of: an arrogant bastard, merciless, filthy to the core and with a cock that seems made to break asses and humiliate faggots like me.

My life changed the day I met him. I was a free fag, but deep down I was dying for a male to turn me into his property, his toilet, his sex toy with no rights. The first time we met I knew almost nothing about real submission. In less than half an hour he already had me completely dominated. He looked at me as if I were a piece of shit and that turned me on like a bitch in heat. Suddenly, while he was using me, he said in that bastard male voice:

—I want to piss. And I'm not going to use the bathroom. Open your fucking mouth.

I froze, not knowing what to say. His answer was two brutal slaps that crossed my face. The look of pure contempt he gave me was enough for me to get on my knees like a dog. I went to the bathroom, knelt inside the shower and opened my mouth trembling.

Ángel came closer, pulled out his thick cock and started letting out a very long, hot, yellow stream. He filled my mouth until it overflowed in streams. I swallowed as best I could, coughing, drowning, with the strong smell of his concentrated piss going up my nose. When he finished he grabbed me by the hair, spat in my face several times and forced me to swallow his thick spit and I think something thick even came out that wasn't spit.

I left there smelling of male urine, with my face marked by his hands and my ass dripping from how horny I was. Since that day I adore his piss. The more abundant and strong, the better. My water now is basically his piss. I drink what he gives me and ask for more like the bitch I am.

He dragged me by the hair to his room without saying a word. The cold floor scraped my knees as I crawled behind him like the bitch I am, still smelling of his piss. When we arrived, he let go of me with a shove and I fell face first onto the mattress, ass up, trembling with desire.

—Look what I have for you, slut —he growled, and I raised my head like a hungry bitch.

He opened the nightstand drawer and took out a pink bitch collar, one of those wide leather ones for female dogs, and a fat black vibrator, one of those that look like an extra arm. He put the collar around my neck, tightening until I felt I couldn't breathe, and pulled on it to force me to look into his eyes.

—From now on, when you want my cock, you ask for it as what you are. How does a bitch ask?

—I... I howl —I murmured, and he slapped me again.

—No, idiot. You ask by showing your ass and wagging your tail. Like this —he flipped me over with a yank, tore my pants off with a swipe and left me bare, with my ass in the air a...