Page 58 of Explosive Prejudice

“A-are you seriously smoking?” he whined.

“I told you to shut it.” A devilish smile then quirked on my lips. “But if you’re such an impatient little cunt, why won’t you move? Come on, bitch, let me see how much of a slut you are.”

Taking another long drag, I pulled out until only the crown of my cock was swallowed in his greedy ass and waited to see how he’d react. He didn’t disappoint, pushing back against me and fucking himself on my cock while I stood still and enjoyed the fucking show, savoring my cigarette.

Blowing the smoke out, I observed my cock disappearing in and out of his tight hole. “Look at you.” I slapped his ass with an open palm and watched it bounce. “Using my dick like a well-trained whore.”

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

Crossing an arm around his chest, I pulled him back until he was pressed to my front, then blew the smoke in his face. He coughed and tried to pull away, but I grabbed his jaw. “Yes, what?” I whispered in his ear while holding him harder.

“Yes, I’m a whore.”

I brought the cigarette to his lips and made him smoke it, watching him with insanity as he coughed on the smoke.

“Yeah, you are.” I took the cig from him and placed it between my lips, tasting him on the wet tip, and let go of him at once. He fell forward, stopping himself with his arms on the door. Shoving my cock back in, I kept the cig in my mouth and started fucking him again, my hips nearly losing their rhythm with how hard I was assaulting his hole.

“Fuck, yes, right there.” He pushed hard against my thrusts. “I-I’m about to come,” he cried.

Despite how good he felt and how tight his ass was, this sick, twisted moment wasn’t about pleasure but unleashing all the wrath I held for him. It was to prove I had him by the throat and that I was the one in control while he was nothing.

Shay-Lee Rogers meant nothing. In fact, he meant so little to me that the second he came all over the stall’s door, I pulled out his ass and turned him around before forcing him to his knees.

“Open wide,” I ordered, tossed the cig to the floor, and stamped on it. Taking off the condom, I began stroking my cock. He did as he was told, parting his lips and sticking out his tongue with desperation written all over his vulnerable face. Something changed inside of me, but it slipped away when my orgasm hit me and I came all over his face. Some of my cum landed on his tongue, so I cupped his cheeks and forced him to close his mouth.

“Swallow,” I said and watched his Adam’s apple bob as he did.

Unbothered by the traces of cum still left on his face, Shay-Lee looked up at me with eyes full of emotions I didn’t want to see.

He looked owned.

He looked disheveled.

But it still wasn’t enough to set me at ease. If anything, it only made me angrier.

I need to make it stop.

I need to push away those sickening emotions.

“You might get my dick hard,” I said, tucking myself back in my pants, “but make no mistake, you repulse me.”

“Camilo—” he began saying, but I cut into his words.

“Don’t say my fucking name. You aren’t worth it. You ain’t worth shit, and I’ll fuck you as many times as it will take for you to get that message into your thick skull.”

His face went blank before hurt took over his features. Not the regular type of hurt but the gut-twisting agony that can only ever come from loss. The kind of hurt I knew all too well.

I thought hurting him would have made me feel better, but it only made me feel worse. Unable to bear these revolting feelings any longer, I got out of the stall and out of the showers. With a new cigarette already tucked between my lips, I rushed down the hall before I thought about the way I’d left him—alone, used, and ruined. Then the realization hit me, stabbing me like a knife, knowing that I was no different from all the other men who had put their hands on him before.

Shay-Lee

“Niño, necesitas levántate.”

Boy, You need to get up.

“Tu padre te está esperando.”

Your father is waiting for you.

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