Looking up at him, I drink in the tortured expression on his face, enjoying the small taste of power he allows me.

Today, though, he doesn’t let me set the pace for long. Instead he pushes his hips forward, forcing his cock further into my throat, and I gag, spitting up some saliva. That seems to please him, and he mutters thickly, “Yes, that’s it, baby,” opening his eyes to watch me as he begins to fuck my face with a hard, relentless rhythm. I choke again, and more saliva dribbles out, coating my chin and his cock with viscous moisture.

He releases me then, but before I can catch my breath, he pushes me down on the mat, face first, causing me to fall onto my hands. Then he gets behind me, and I feel him pulling my shorts and underwear down to my knees. My sex clenches in hungry anticipation… but that’s not where he wants me today. It’s the other opening that holds his attention, and I tense instinctively as I feel the head of his cock pressing between my cheeks.

“Relax, my pet,” he murmurs, grasping my hips to hold me in place as he begins to push in. “Just relax… Yes, there is a good girl…”

I take small, shallow breaths as I try to follow Julian’s advice, fighting the urge to tighten up as he slowly begins to penetrate my ass. I know from experience this will hurt a lot less if I’m not so tense, but my body seems determined to fight this intrusion. After months of abstinence, it’s almost as if I’m a virgin there again, and I feel a heavy, burning pressure as my sphincter is forcefully stretched open.

“Julian, please…” The words come out in a low, pleading whisper as he ruthlessly pushes deeper, the saliva coating his cock acting as makeshift lube. My insides twist, and sweat breaks out all over my body as the tight ring of muscle finally gives in, letting his massive cock slide all the way in. Now he’s throbbing deep inside me, making me feel unbearably full, engulfed and overtaken.

“Please what?” he breathes, sliding one muscular arm under my hips to hold me in place. At the same time, his other hand grabs my hair again, forcing my body to arch backwards. The new angle deepens the penetration, and I cry out, beginning to shake. It’s too much, I can’t take it, but Julian is not giving me a choice. This is my punishment, being fucked like an animal on a dirty mat, with no care or preparation. It should make me feel sick, killing all traces of desire, but somehow I’m still turned on, my body eager for whatever sensations Julian chooses to dole out. “Please what?” he repeats, his voice low and rough. “Please fuck me? Please give me more?”

“I… I don’t know…” I can hardly speak, my senses overwhelmed. He stills then, not moving, and I’m grateful for that small mercy, as it gives me a chance to adjust to the brutal hardness lodged within me. I try to steady my breathing, to relax, and the pain gradually begins to lessen, transforming into something else—a sizzling heat that permeates my nerve endings.