Trigger warning: Although all characters are 18 or older, one doesn't exactly have the capacity to consent to sex, and he is pretty degraded in this story. If that is triggering to you, please don't read any further.
San Francisco 2049
He doesn't say a word as he unzips. Some nights he makes small talk, but not tonight. He just walks into my bedroom and whips out his dick. He catches my eye, and half-grins at me, as if to say, "I got something you want, faggot." Sometimes I want to punch his smug lights out.
I have to admit he is a good-looking dude. He's probably in his mid-thirties. Wife and 2 kids. 6 feet tall. Dark hair, dark eyes, an unkept beard, chest hair, and a little bit of a belly where there clearly used to be a six-pack. He's built, but chubby. He's not talking right now, but trust me, he has a deep, sexy voice. Any woman or gay man in the world would desire him, damn it.
And here I am, his suck slave, hating the man as he waves his semi-hard dick at me and motions for me to come over.
I'm like his little treat. Some people have an ice cream cone or a coffee or a cigarette after work. He gets a blowjob. And it's the fact that he feels so damn entitled to it that makes me most angry.
What am I supposed to do? Say no? It's either suck his dick or suck no dick at all. So I suck his dick.
I take him into my mouth slowly, savoring the moment. Ugh, why do I treat him like he's my lover? He is definitely not my lover. I despise this man and everything he represents.
His crotch smells good. I detect a little bit of sweat, but it's not unpleasant. I can't help but inhale his maleness, and it causes me to start getting hard. Damn it, I hate it when I get hard with him...
I slowly suck him for a minute or two, just bobbing my head, taking his whole length to the back of my throat. He is always so fucking hard. I bet he's proud of that. Even though I detest him with every fiber of my being, I love the way his hard shaft feels in my mouth and I suck it in earnest with my lips. I'm in such desperate and unconscious need of his masculinity that my zeal for his cock is involuntary.
He takes his shirt off and throws it onto my bed. I run my hands up and feel his manly body. Even though I hate this son of a bitch, after a long day of work, it feels good to touch a man's hairy body and feel his strong chest.
I tell myself stories about him, as if I can ascertain details about his life's history and his personality just from the contours of his hot hard dick. I have soft pillowy lips, and they eagerly embrace every inch of his circumcised shaft and beautiful light pink mushroom head. The word I use for his dick in my mind is "supreme," and it really is, in every way. It's probably the most delicious dick I've ever tasted, and I enjoy sucking it.
He grunts with pleasure and I start to whimper. Fuck, I hate myself for it.
What he doesn't know is that I've had a video camera running from the second he walked into the room. If I really wanted to, I could show his wife. I could show the whole town. And they'd know what a hypocrite he is.
He places his hands on my head, so he can start facefucking me. Sometimes he says degrading comments and calls me "faggot". Sometimes he says endearing things and calls me "sweetheart." I hate to admit that it turns me on so much when he does both of these things. But tonight he's clearly not in the mood to talk and just fucks my mouth with no words spoken. I am turned on by his strong, manly, determined, intentional grip. I love the way the skin on his hands feels kind of rough. I hate that his touch is so arousing to me.
I'm firmly grabbing his ass with both hands to balance myself and it feels so incredible. I hear the way my lips are smacking on his big fat dick as the noise echoes throughout the room. I briefly make eye contact with my reflection in the mirror behind him, and I'm shocked by the look on my face. I look like I'm in ecstasy. If you walked into the room, you'd think that I was the one getting pleasure, not him. It kinda makes me sick to know that whenever he looks down at me, this is the view he's getting. I need to get a hold of myself. I deserve better than this. I try to change my facial expression to something other than "sublimely happy", but he glances down and notices as I do this, and it inspires him to speed up his facefucking, so I have to forget about the expression on my face and focus on sucking his dick.
