Arcade, Forced

Disclaimer; everyone is over 18 and this story is fantasy

"You're in the wrong place", an icy voice barks at me from behind. "You should have presented yourself kneeling at the urinal, like the pathetic toy you are."

I started panicking and tried grabbing his hand, but he used his other arm to grip my wrist firmly. He then removed his hand from my throat and shoved me down to my knees by my shoulder. I fell backward somewhat and failed to maintain my suggested position.

"You can't even get on your knees right. No wonder you're here, by yourself, in the middle of the night. faggot." he leaned down, grabbed a fist full of my hair, and yanked me up to my knees by the collar of my shirt. His eyes were locked on mine, and I was still in shock about how quickly things had escalated. My heart was racing, but all of it seemed to be rushing somewhere; it felt wrong to be so warm at.

He grinned when he saw me blushing and confused, and as he held me in place by his firm grip, he raised a hand to my cheek, traced his thumb over my lips, and, without warning, smacked me with full strength. All I managed to blurt out was a high-pitched, fuck, before snapping my head back towards him in fear. Already, his hand had pulled his firm dick out of his shorts, and he easily pulled me back towards him again.

The smell of his sweat and bush hit me just as quickly as the length of his dick slapped my cheek. My eyes widened, but I immediately parted my lips for him to fuck my mouth. This is the part that always confuses people.

If he had hit me and thrown me to the ground, all without so much as a hello, then why did I so willingly open my mouth for this man? If I was so scared, so shocked, why wasn't I saying anything or fighting back?

I didn't have time to think about these things, as it takes a lot of focus to keep your tongue out of your mouth and over your teeth, and your top lip soft and curled, while someone stuffs a long, fat cock in your throat.

Despite my fear, despite the pain, I am a well-trained slut. I've spent years sucking strangers off, listening to men's fantasies, obeying demands. No matter the shock, impact, or circumstance, nothing shakes me from my training... nothing causes me to lose focus on what I am doing - or, being made to do...

So if there is a dick in front of my mouth, I know to open up, and not to use teeth, not to fuck up and be a useless hole, or I will expect to be beaten - I know now that I would deserve it. I have come to quietly accept my place as a hole, and it is the only time my busy mind is quiet, and I am truly just fully in my body.

My throat easily grows sore despite the slobber covering my cheeks. I had cotton mouth from smoking, and he was not being gentle. I started to lose my breath as his pace increased. As I started to push against his thighs, he pulled out and brought a hand down to smack the side of my face, leaving my ears ringing. He smacked me once more, then twice, and then grabbed the back of my head firmly. He pulled my face to his cock and stuffed it to the hilt, and as I gagged, he thrust forward, slamming my head into the leather lip of the seat behind me, pressing into my mouth against it. My mouth and nose were completely buried in his bush at this point, the tip of my tongue trying desperately to flick at his sack despite being pressed so thin.

He didn't pull back or out at all; no, he just pressed *in* to my mouth over and over again, and I felt myself trying to gasp for air despite no way to do so. I was trying to slap his thighs, but his other hand smacked my head over and over again, not stopping until I heard him grunting loudly, his hot, thick load so far down my throat that I could only feel it in my chest.

He slid out and let me go, and as I fell back, I was gasping for air. But as he stumbled backwards, leaning against the doorway, I heard him call someone's name. he wiped his dick clean with his shirt, then took a step towards me.

I was just starting to try to lift myself up with one arm on the bench when he laughed, leaned over, and shoved me back down. I fell back, hitting the wall hard and part of the bench. He grabbed me by my hair and started tugging me towards the curtain. I had to crawl forward to try and ease the pain, and in doing so, he forced me to crawl out, then shoved me to the ground on the hallway floor.

"Oh fuck yes, dude, bring him to the room, and let's show the slut how fucked it is."

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