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That afternoon began with an exchange of electrifying messages by Skokka, who quickly set the tone for what was to come. I had posted my ad like I always do, calling for someone who had no limits and who liked to dominate completely. "I saw your ad," he wrote, "Submissive to Disposition - S(...), I want to use you today. No mercy." Excited, I promptly replied, "Yes, I am ready to be your object, your toy. Do what you want with me." He went straight, straight. "I'll treat you like the little bitch you are. I hope you're ready to swallow my shit." Among other things. He's a Jiu Jitsu teacher, skinny and fit, 5'10", the dick for the photo was huge, 20cm but very thick as well. I'm a guy who's never been much of a gym, really weak around him. We'll set up the meeting later this afternoon. I ran my address through no major checks, along with the real-time location. He would arrive at my home, where I live alone in Vila Yara, next to the Corinthians camp in Osasco SP. When he arrived, my heart went off, but the excitement was palpable. As he entered, he looked at me from top to bottom, a cruel smile forming on his lips. "Knee," he ordered, and I obeyed immediately, feeling the power he exhaled. Without saying anything else, he opened his pants and took off his already hard member. "Open your mouth," and as soon as I did, he shoved his dick, which smelled like sweat and urine and salty taste, and started fucking my mouth brutally. I could barely breathe, tears flowed down my face as he held my head, pushing his dick up to my throat. "Yeah, suck like the bitch you are," he grunted, while his hands pulled my head, guiding my moves to fit the rhythm he wanted. The saliva flowed through my chin, mixing with tears, a humiliation that I found both degrading and exciting. He used me nonstop, every push deeper, every moaning mine a testimony of my delivery. My throat hurt. After minutes that seemed like hours at this frantic pace, he pulled me by the hair and threw me on the big couch in the living room. He growled, holding my back and forcing me to sit on four on the upholstery. Before I could breathe, I felt a burning slap in the ass, so strong it echoed through the room. His hungry look walked through my naked body, making it clear that I was just an object to satisfy his brutal will. Without a word, he spit on me, a thick spit that slipped between my buttocks. He rubbed the head of his big, thick dick in my hole, using only this saliva as lubricant. With a wild grunt, he forced his way in, pushing everything at once. The pain was acute and brutal. I cried in pain, screamed, tried to get out but couldn't, started crying, but the sound was stuffy by his thick hand over my mouth. "Shut up, bitch," he growled, "you're gonna take it and like it." He began to fuck me with quick and deep blows, each stroke an explosion of pain that ripped me from the inside. I could feel every vein of his thick cock while he broke into me without any mercy. Between the groans and the muffled screams, he grabbed me by the neck, controlling my body like a toy. The other free hand hit my back and buttocks, leaving red and burning marks that made me tremble. Every time I tried to back down, he pulled me back, his nails sticking in my flesh. "That's all you're good at doing, feeling my roll destroying you," he spat out his words with contempt while he completely dominated me. Surprisingly, in the midst of pain, a perverse sense of pleasure began to mingle with torment. The brutal intensity of the situation began to arouse a desire and pleasure within me, making every deep blow a strange combination of agony and ecstasy. He would stop sometimes, just to force my head against his dick and make me swallow his cock with taste of my ass. "Clean, you bitch," he ordered, and I obeyed, wishing for that humiliation. When he was about to come, he put his arm around my neck, forcing my head back. "Look at me," he demanded, and I saw his face twisted by sadistic pleasure. He made fun of a wild force, filling my ass with hot fuck, grunting like an animal. After breaking my ass with no care, he didn't waste any time. With an increasing brutality, he pulled me by the hair to the bathroom, the place he chose for the next part of our violent encounter. "Open your mouth, take my piss, you whore," he said, the voice loaded with malice and command. I was on the cold bathroom floor, still feeling my ass pulsing and running because of the previous assault. He stood over me, dominant and ruthless. With one hand I held my hair, forcing my head back to make sure I looked at it, while the other was holding your dick still semi-erto. Without hesitation, he started to piss, the jet hot and strong hitting directly in my open mouth. The shock of the hot liquid caused me to choke initially, but his order still echoed in my mind, forcing me to try to swallow as much as I could. I tried to swallow, but the volume was too much, and I choked, causing part of the piss to escape through the corners of my mouth. That seemed to piss him off. With a fulminating look, he slapped me in the face. "Don't waste it, bitch. Swallow it all!" Every word was accompanied by one more slap, stronger and stronger, making my face burn and my dignity fade along with tears and piss. Every time I failed, a little escaping the corners of my mouth, he slapped me in the face, every beat a punishment for my inability to obey completely. "Eat it all, don't waste it, bitch," he growled, every word impregnated with disdain and pleasure for my humiliation. The assault didn't stop with the piss. Once he emptied himself, he forced his dick in my mouth. "Clean my dick now," he ordered, pushing his filthy ass, fucking and pissing limb against my lips. I obeyed, my tongue working to cleanse every trace of the brutality he had inflicted. He kept one hand in my head, ensuring that every move I made was as he wanted, the other hand still handing out slaps whenever he thought my cleaning was not up to his demands. Then he crouched, forcing my face against the cold bathroom floor, forcing me to lick all wasted piss. After feeling satisfied with my submission and cleanliness, he stood up, put on and adjusted his clothes calmly as he watched me, a look of perverse satisfaction in his eyes. "Good job, bitch. Remember that you are my toy, and I will come back whenever I want to use you again," he said, with a coldness that, although it froze my heart, simultaneously ignited a disturbing desire within me, a recognition of my role as a whore and object. "Clean this mess, bitch," were your last words before you left. He left the bathroom, left and left, and I remained on the ground, covered by a mixture of fucking piss and tears, the bitter taste still in my mouth. Alone, broken and humiliated, the quietness of the apartment did not mock my condition; on the contrary, it seemed a wicked sanctuary, a space where my submission was not only accepted but desired. There, in the silence between the walls of my home, I recognized the complexity of my desires, the reality that, despite pain and degradation, I seek this brutality again. I'm a passive gay and submissive little bitch, willing to be controlled, dominated and used wherever and whatever. They can play me for a real painless bitch whatsapp 11-943663617