Unbetitelt

“You played like a fucking animal out there,” he said, voice low and rough. “Scored the winning goal. Made me proud.” His hand was already on the back of my neck, shoving me down onto my knees before I could even catch my breath. “Now you’re gonna show me how grateful you are.”

I looked up at him, still in my sweaty jersey, heart hammering. His cock was already out—thick, hard, veiny cock that created me sticking out—and he didn’t give me time to think. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my mouth open, shoving that heavy cock past my lips in one brutal thrust.

I gagged hard. Spit ran down my chin. He didn’t care.

“Take it, faggot. All the way.” He fucked my throat like he hated me and loved me at the same time. Deep, punishing strokes that made my eyes water and my throat burn. Every time I tried to pull back he yanked me forward again, hips slamming into my face, cock battering the back of my throat until I was choking and coughing around him.

“That’s it. Fucking choke on it. You earned this.” His voice was pure gravel, filthy and proud. “Winning goal and now you’re on your knees with your old man’s cock buried in your throat. Look at you. Such a good little cocksucker for Daddy.”

I could barely breathe. Tears streamed down my cheeks. He kept going harder, using my mouth like a hole, slamming in until my nose was pressed against his stomach and my throat convulsed around him. Spit and precum coated my lips and chin. He held me there, grinding, letting me struggle and gag while he growled down at me.

“Swallow. Don’t you dare spit. Take every fucking inch like the dirty son you are.”

He pulled almost all the way out just long enough for me to gasp, then drove back in even deeper, fucking my face with zero mercy. My jaw ached. My throat was raw. I could feel my own cock straining in my shorts, traitorously hard from how roughly he was using me.

When he finally came it was violent—thick ropes shooting straight down my throat while he held my head locked in place, forcing me to swallow every drop. He kept thrusting through it, riding out the last pulses, making sure I didn’t waste a single bit.

Only then did he pull out, leaving me on my knees, gasping, face a mess of spit and cum, throat thoroughly wrecked.

He looked down at me and smirked.