‘Get on the bed,’ demanded Daryl. His cock slid out of my mouth and I scrambled onto the bed as quickly as I could, face down and bottom in the air, as I knew what was expected. Tears continued to leak from my eyes after gagging on his cock. I was used to Daryl fucking my throat and knew he liked to cum in my mouth and over my face. Not today, though. Today was a special day. Today was my birthday, and I could expect extra ‘treats’.
I could feel Daryl’s meaty cock as it pushed at the entrance to my hole. Without further warning, the bulbous head popped in and he quickly thrust all the way inside me. I gasped as he did so, and felt a sharp smack on my buttock as he slapped me. Then he grasped my hips firmly with both hands and started to fuck me.
He fucked me hard; relentlessly and mercilessly. Every time he rammed his eight-inch, thick, ebony cock into me, I whimpered. Inevitably, as my wife’s muscular, dark-skinned lover continued to plough my backside, I could feel my own cock, desperate to respond, struggling painfully against its metal cage.
‘You really are a cock-loving, sissy faggot, aren’t you?’ Daryl sneered as he fucked me. I could hear the contempt in his voice as he slid in and out of my arse, his hips slapping noisily against me. ‘Only a real, limp-dicked, cuckold loser would let me do this! First, I take your wife from you, and then I destroy every shred of self-respect you ever had! What a dumb-ass loser you are!’
He slapped my arse again and continued to call me names and belittle me as he fucked me harder, pulling my hips toward him as he rammed his cock in to the hilt.
When he finally stopped, he groaned loudly, with his cock buried deep, and I felt him cum, felt his cock throbbing, and his spunk spurting deep into my back passage. Used and degraded, I moaned, feeling a depraved sense of fulfillment and wonder as he continued to pump his hot seed into me.
Once Daryl had finished, he pulled his cock out and ordered me not to move. I heard the sound of him sliding his belt from his trouser loops. There was a pause.
‘Right, cunt, you’ve had your treat. And you know what’s next; this is a present from your wife, and she asked me to make sure it was extra special!’
From the other side of the room, I heard my wife’s scornful laugh.
With powerful strokes, Daryl started to wallop my bottom with his belt. I yelped as the first blow caught me, and my shame grew as the strokes mounted up; I could feel his cum ooze out of my well-fucked bottom and start to trickle down my balls. Then Daryl’s belt caught me on my exposed testicles and I shrieked. Deliberately, he did it again, and laughed.
‘You are a fucking worthless cunt!’ he said.
My wife’s boyfriend continued to thrash my buttocks and thighs until I was sobbing and begging him to stop. Finally, he put down the belt and told me to stand.
Humiliation washing over me, I clambered off the bed and stood in front of my tormentor. Now I could see my wife, smirking, with our video camera in her hand. Daryl looked disdainfully at me; then he slapped my face, hard.
‘Now it’s time for my present,’ he said derisively. ‘Bathroom. Now! You know what to do!’
I did. I moved quickly, and got into the bath, lying down on the cool plastic, waiting.
Daryl stood over me. He aimed his Alpha cock at my face, and unloaded his present with glee.
‘Happy birthday, faggot!’ he laughed as he started pissing over my face, then up and down my body, returning to my face when he was nearly done. When he finished, he and my wife left the room, giggling and smirking, leaving me drenched in his piss. My bottom was red raw, my arse violated, sore and still leaking cum.
I had never felt so contented. It was the best birthday I’d ever had!
