Chapter 6

After that, Shawn continued to use the verbal abuse, expanding his vocabulary, using phrases like, “Good cocksucker,” or “Dirty cocksucking faggot.”

One afternoon he came by clearly in a bad mood, for he started cursing me out right away, and this time it felt different. But it didn’t feel that personal either. Still, the abuse had its effect and when he began to get close, I felt myself getting close, too, the feeling so intense I began to shake. He noticed this, and pulled me off his cock, glaring at me.

“What the hell? What was going on with you?”

“I—I’m close to cumming—sir,” I said with deep shame, my face burning.

“What?” He seemed very angry, and drew back his arm. I cringed, anticipating the blow. But he didn’t strike. Instead he grabbed my hair and forced my head down on his hard dick—and came maybe twenty seconds later. And it took allmy control not to cum myself.

As he zipped himself up, he said, “Don’t do that again—faggot.”