He released my neck and I took deep breaths of air.

He stood in front of me again. "And of course they wouldn't let me do this," he added, hitting me hard in the face.

And he did it again, stronger.

And again.

And again. TAKE

The last one stung a lot.

"What do you say, faggot?" he asked.

"Thank you."

He kicked me in the balls, not strong but enough to make me twist in pain. "No, faggot. What do you say?"

"Hit me again, sir," I replied quickly.

I took another kick to the balls, stronger than the previous one. I struggled not to close my legs. "No!" he said, already angry. "What do you say when I hit you, slave?"

I licked my dry lips. "Harder, sir. Please, hit me harder."

"Like this?" he asked, handing me another slap on my red face.

"Harder," I moaned.

"Oh, like this, right?" he said, hitting the other cheek even harder.

"Harder, please," I exclaimed, even as my head was buzzing.

"Ah, I see now. You want me to beat you up," he gave me three more slaps, with his hand, back, hand. Then he laughed. "That's quite a job, whore. Maybe later. Now I want you to lick my dirty asshole. Lie down on the floor."

I did, quickly, relieved that he left my face alone for the moment, as it was starting to swell a bit. But pain is a fleeting thing. My mouth was already watering at the thought of having his ass in it now.

He stared at me as I lay down. "I haven't showered all week," he said, absentmindedly scratching his armpit. "My asshole has been itching since yesterday. I've thought a lot about your tongue there, cleaning me well. I imagined you didn't want me to clean my ass too much. I imagined right, you fucking toilet?"

"Yes," I said, looking him in the eyes. I've never been so hard before.

He sat on my chest and slid towards my head until his balls were on my face. I smelled a pungent odor, and beneath it a stronger smell coming from his ass. "It's a shame you're not always here to clean my ass," he said. "Think of all the toilet paper I would save. You would be my urinal and asslicker every day. But now..."

He moved towards me, putting all his weight on my face, fitting his asshole perfectly in my mouth. "Lick my ass, faggot."

I stuck out my tongue as he made some effort to push out his asshole a bit, and I was able to deep into his sticky, sweaty, dirty hole. The muddy taste was strong and bitter. Luis's shit. I was tasting Luis's shit.

He pressed harder against my head with his ass. "Yes, fuck, shit-eater. Put your tongue in. Lick my asshole where I shit. Clean it well, ass-licker."

I was in pig heaven. The ass hairs with Luis's shit essence were brushing against my upper lip and chin. My tongue ran across the entire outer surface of his asshole, and I could taste everything, even pushing it deep into his hole, mixing my saliva with all the sw...