You wake up in the morning, hungover and groggy. You donât recognize where you are. You realize fell asleep on the floor of a strangerâs bedroom. Then the pain hits you.
Your asshole is on fire. Itâs in intense pain and you can feel how loose it is when you try to clench your sphincter. Your anal lining feels torn and youâre certain that your ass must be bleeding. You feel your wrists and ankles and they have rope burns. Your jaw and throat are aching, like youâve been gagging all night. You touch your face and peel off some crusty dried substance⌠you realize itâs dried cum.
You stand up and almost fall down again from the dizziness. Then, you see HIM. And your memory comes flashing back in hazy fragments⌠the boozy night in the bar, the tall attractive hairy white man that you drunkenly approached, his smugness and disdain at your brazenness, your desperation and persistence, his annoyance and sudden mischievous gleeful smile, his atypical kindness in giving you a ride back to his place, his sudden ferocity and aggression once you entered his place, his cruel dominance, his powerful strength and massive cock, the tight binding of the ropes, your screams and trashing, his massive body pinning you down as he thrusted his cock inside you without any lube, your tears and pleading, his maniacal laugh and deep vicious voice as he called you a âchinkâ.
Now heâs lying on the bed. Smug look and mischievous smile back on his face. Youâre woefully aware of his morning wood straining against the sheets.
âHey little chink, did you have fun last night?â he says.
Youâre speechless. You find yourself staring at his hairy pits and chest.
âYeaaah, you couldnât get enough of my chest hair last night. You buried your face in them so you can muffle your screams,â he said with a smirk.
You donât know why but youâre frozen in place. Just standing there looking at him while he has his hands behind his head.
âThatâs ok, faggot,â he says soothingly. âYouâre in shock. You all are the morning after.â
You feel like youâre about to cry.
âShh shh, come on angel, Iâll take it easy on you this morning,â he says as he takes off the sheet covering his body. Your jaw drops at the sight of his massive cock⌠it looks even bigger now that youâre not drunk.Â
You feel transfixed. You wanted to leave and forget about what happened last night but seeing his big white cock has gotten you in a spell. You find yourself climbing the bed and putting his thick shaft between your lips.
âThatâs it fag⌠thatâs a good chink,â he says, still soothingly, as he caresses your face and runs his hand through your hair.
Then suddenly he yanks your hair hard and you scream with his cock still in your mouth. âI lied about taking it easy on you this morning,â he says with his maniacal laugh as he suddenly rams your head down his long thick shaft until you canât tell anymore if youâre gagging, screaming, or sobbing.