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But i had to admit it, i had to tell him, seeing his adorable sweet eyes blink into anger makes my stomach turn.

"The other week.. it's been eating me ever since but i have to tell you, i'm so sorry," i gulp, and he takes one lunge easily with his large legs to step before me. But he's not just angry, he's heartbroken. His eyes pool in tears as his jaw shakes, mine does too, only out of fear.

"You really want to through away everything i did for you? I can't believe you! No-" he starts, now in a fit of rage. His blood lust eyes sparkle as his hands thrust onto my shoulders, plummeting me to the floor. It was easy, so easy for him, as he was so much stronger than me.

I don't have time to process on the floor, my hands reaching up to my head. Furious, Clay rummages in the drawer on his desk, throwing vibrant objects onto the bed as my back rests against the mattress.

"You don't have to do that~ i'm sorry," i beg.

He ignores me, turning around and starting for me with a ziptie. I resist his brute force, he doesn't use it ever, not on me, but this time was different. He shoves me forward and holds both my hands behind my back, holding my fumbling wrists together in one of his large hands.

"Clay!! Clay stop, i'm serious," i fluster, squirming around on my knees.

"I'm fucking done with you, you do not get to suck some other dick and stab me in the fucking back. So i'm returning the favour, you fucking pussy," he whispers evil into my ear, and the man i've known and loved for two years has just brutally zip tied my wrists behind my back - i was so fucked.

He stands before me, glaring at me with such evil intent, he was certain about this, so sure.

"Please," i sob, snot leaking from my nose like a bitch.

He doesn't say anything. His eyes remain locked on me whilst his hands go to his shorts, swiftly withdrawing them from his body as they drop to the floor. No. Almost quicker, his shirt vanishes into his hand in one swish of his arm, now naked. Is it bad i'm trying not to be turned on? His body, so large and perfectly crafted. Man, was he hairy, i try not to look at his penis, but i do, and i know he sees. He was generously packed, his cock sitting between his large, almost tanned testicles - all coated in dark, messy and loose brown pubes. I force myself to glance away.

Gently, his large hand caresses my face, his thumb pivoting at my mouth to make me look up.

"You fucked up babe, now, i'm gonna use you to get one final nut. And then, your ass is out. Understood?" he nods, not removing his eyes from mine.

I nod, enjoying the warmth of his hand on my face. I try to take his thumb into my mouth, and my lips don't get past his fingernail before he recoils and smacks me square across the cheek, his silver ring almost breaking my jaw. Ow. I deserved that.

"You're fucking deluded," he turns around, revealing his fury naked man ass. His legs were like large pistons, carrying his colossal thighs and cheeks.

Stepping back, he finds something on the bed behind my head, giving it a shake before turning around to rest a hand on the mattress.

"If i were you, i'd just enjoy it baby, no man's ever gonna use you the same after today," he grins, letting out a chuckle as he brings a vibrant pink silicone dildo to my mouth. The base was suctioned and slightly hollow, fitting my lips perfectly. His large hand dismisses my whimpers of disapproval as he presses my neck to the mattress, confirming me against it. Attached to the sides of the dildo, black plastic straps wrap around my jaw, and Clay fastens the dildo onto my mouth securely, like a muzzle to play with.

He smiles, proud of his arrangement as he lightly smacks the 7 inch plastic cock ascending from my mouth, my face following the direction. It's only now i notice the almost empty tub of lube in his hands, squeezing out the clear stuff into his hand and throwing the tub away.

"Haven't used this baby in a minute, fucking love a good dildo, don't you?" he says, absently, and i groan my disapproval once more, "Aww.. poor baby."

He squats slightly to loosen his puckered manly hole, rubbing the slick stuff over his backend. As if washing himself off, Clay lathers his ass up with lube, and i squint, shaking my head as i know where this is going.

"Yeah baby, remember, when i sit back on your face remember who got you into this - because i'm not the one who fucking cheated, Christ," he huffs, rubbing the remaining lube from his hand on the dildo attached to my mouth, the pressure of his hand pushing my head into the bed.

I observe as he finds the LED controller for my room, pointing it at the corner to switch them on. He adjusts the room to a rich, warm red, and if i try hard enough i can convince myself this is just some fucked fantasy.

"How's that?" he smiles again, turning to put both his size 12 feet at either side of my kneeled body, giving his fuzzy ass a smack. "I probably smell a little bit~ so you'll have to excuse me, sucks to be you i guess, cause you can only breathe through your nose."

He squats, spreading his crack to part his ass, descending onto my face. The tip meets his hole, and welcomes its new home, his ass gaping over the dildo as he takes in a few sparing inches.

"Oh god~ yeah.. ow, mmphhgg," he grumbles, resting a clenched fist on his knee. Meanwhile, i'm taking 190 pounds of man on my jaw, my lips quivering as my head is grinded to a pulp into the mattress behind me. Slowly, he sits up a second, letting his ass adjust to the absence of a cock.

He's never ridden me before, i've never asked. Clay has always been the top, i mean look at him, he's like a caveman, but he loves this dildo, looking up the base i can still see residue he never bothered to wash off. Never would i have imagined he would do this, yet here i am.

"Fuck," he growls, holding the dripping pink pole

in his fingers before putting it back to his asshole again. He allows it to penetrate him further, and eventually, with the sound of ass hair tickling against the plastic, he stuffs himself with the dildo, his bulbous asscheeks rounding against my face. Speaking of my face, not only was it crushed, it was smothered in ass juice and lube, my jaw coated in the stuff.

Grinding abruptly, he moans in a manly deep voice.

"Awugh~ thank you Pinnocio," he smiles, absently fluttering his hand back to stroke my hair, his face too focused to look behind.

"Mm.." he mutters, sitting back up, and then back down again, taking the toy up his juicy cunt once more. This time giving up on his knees and relaxing back into the mattress, grunting in the relief. The toy had disappeared up his rear, Clay's gaped hole expanding just over my mouth, making my tastebuds flourish.

"The perfect base for my toy, just what you deserve," he claims, turning his head faintly, as i look up his hairy back and muscular shoulders. His asscheeks had squished on top of my face, the skin folded and gathered into chubby chunks that sat on the edge of my eyelids. He stinks, by the way, his ass reaking of funk as my only breathing hole struggles for air under his foul smell.

Then he rides my face. Up and down, he messily sits his manly weight down on my poor jaw and chases his own nut.

"Shut up shut up!!~" he pants, his heel kicking into my legs as he lightly grinds my bulge. I squirm, the pressure growing harder as he begins to kick into my balls, the pain spine shivering as he circles his hips on top of my face.

"Yeah? I should've busted your bitch balls sooner - i never thought i'd say this but, now i'm dumping your pathetic ass, your dick is fucking pathetic, otherwise i'd be riding you properly right now. And you're hard? Are you that easy? I should've left you sooner, blue balls faggot," he shamelessly admits, breaking me to tears as i squirm beneath his seated ass. His tailbone and top part of his crack cuddles my nose, and my nostrils are invaded with his vinegary sweat, he was always in a constant stink, but i loved him~ not anymore.

Clay stops bullying my bulge, my dick aching as he begins to ride the toy again, finally chasing the orgasm he previously paused. I sit in shamed tears and silence as he moans profusely over my mouth, swallowing the dildo back and forth up his ass as he finally busts into his palm. He catches his breath in viscous growls as he sits back on my poor jaw, panting in satisfaction.

With a wiggle, he stands half way, free of the dildo, now sat wonky on my lips. It was painted in marks of brown gunk and an overall warm juice. His asshole, now loose and agape, warmly welcomes his handful of cum as he fingers himself his own load. I watch in grotesque horror as his four fingers slot into himself as the load mostly disappears, his hole clenching tight as he sucks his fingers off one by one.

Wirh a wicked smile, Clay turns to grab my head  and wrestle the evil toy off me. I follow suit, wriggling my head out of the strap as he unfastens it; i greedily gasp fresh air in the dark red bedroom. My lips felt blue with a suction mark around it, having been used.

"And for my next trick," he readies his legs above me like a hairy spider, spreading his sweaty, manly cheeks once more, "I'm gonna make all that cum~"

He sits flat on my face, plastering his abused, raw asshole onto my lips, probably my final somewhat-kiss with Clay: his greasy butt. My head is swallowed. Demolished even. His cheeks are so smothering and hot, i nearly even hear his final word, "disappear."

And with that, he goes quiet, taking a breath.

"Ayo, eat this, fag," he grins lazily, releasing a rancid, bubbly fart down my throat, spewing oozing cum into my mouth which i'm forced to welcome wide. It tastes like regular semen, mixed with ass juices and shit. I cough and reluctantly swallow. He

farts again, echoing down my gaping mouth as i grimace. He stands up, taking a finger to his butt to wipe and lick.

"Mmm- good no?" he asks, before smacking my face again, "I want you out by tonight, fuck you cheater." He spits, landing on my chest as he steps to the desk for a final time. Clay breifly cuts the plastic on my wrists with a pair of cheap scissors, letting my sore wrists free. I watch as he stands up to throw his underwear on, taking the rest of his clothes with him. He leaves me on the floor, filled with shame and humiliation, and covered in his disgust.

———

One week later.

I park my car into the driveway. It had been a week

since i had been rightfully dumped, and i've been a mess since. Living at our old house sucked, so empty and miserable. So here i was at my ex boyfriend's house, awkwardly parked in his grand driveway.

When i knock at the door his face is unreadable, but mostly angry.

"You? You're showing your face to me again after~ after i ruined it," he smiles, impressed with himself.

I look up at his towering frame, he looked good. Not tired like me, he was beaming.