The truck's engine was still roaring when he got down from the cab. Tall, broad-shouldered, sweaty, with boots full of dust. His t-shirt was stained with grease and his gaze was hard, impatient.

—Kneel down. You know what you are.

There was no introduction, no conversation. Only orders. Only dominance.

I threw myself to the ground of gravel, the stones digging into my knees, while he walked towards me with heavy steps.

He unzipped his pants without wasting time, pulling out his thick, veiny, hardened cock, driven by hunger and fury. He grabbed my hair brutally and forced me to open my mouth.

—You're nothing but a hole for me, scum. Do it quickly, or I'll leave you lying like a dog.

He shoved his member into my throat without mercy, setting the pace with dry hip thrusts. He panted like an animal on top of me, brutal, needy. I could barely breathe, drooling over his dirty boots.

It didn't take even a minute. Suddenly he growled, pressing my head against his pelvis, and came hard, forcing my mouth full, without giving me a choice.

—Swallow everything, garbage. Don't waste a single drop.

When he finished, he let me go as if I were used trash. He zipped up his pants without looking at me, spat near my face, and said, while lighting a cigarette:

—Next time, I hope you won't take so long to open your mouth, rag.

He got back into his truck and started the engine, leaving me there, stained, marked, dragged on the ground… exactly as he wanted.