Subcutaneous Magazine Issue 1 - Page 27

open my mouth and begin to please him with my tongue. I wrap a hand around the base holding it still while I work my magic. I tease the head for a while, lightly sucking and licking it because I really don’t want to deep throat this guy. I’m hoping he’ll just want to move on to fucking. “No, stick it all the way in.” He pushes my head onto him forcing his cock to the back of my throat. I nearly gag, and I don’t even have a gag reflex. I don’t know how long I’m on my knees, but eventually I feel him yank me up. I’m dragged across the room like I’m not even human. He pushes me over the brass frame at the bottom of the bed in the tent. I feel cold air on my ass as he pulls down my trousers. I feel sort of relieved, at least I know he’ll probably come in like two seconds, his kind always do. I wait for the slickness of the oil between my cheeks, but I don’t feel it. Instead, I feel his dry cock rubbing the top of my ass. No, he wouldn’t. That’s just cr- “Fuuck!!” I cry out in pain. The cunt spits on his hand and shoves his cock up my ass, and let me tell you, it’s not a small cock. My knuckles are white from gripping the bed frame. I know I’m holding my breath because there is no other way to get past the dry, dragging burn than that. When it ends, I’m left with a gaping ass that’s dripping come and blood down my inner thigh. He turns me around for another kiss then punches me in the gut. As I’m bent over he says, “Stupid fucking whore. I hope you can’t shit right for weeks.” He leaves the tent, taking my dignity with him.