TW: cheating, rough oral sex, ¿dubcon?

He has a gun. He has a gun pointing at my fucking head. How is this my fault?

"Whore", my boyfriend says with disgust.

Well, yes, I'm probably enjoying this a little bit more than I should. But I'm a gay man and I love to suck dick. Can you blame me?

"He is, right? Your have a good one. He sucks cock like a master. Did you teach him that?" Says the man currently pointing a gun to my skull. He is fucking my face hard and fast, without a care in the world. If I could make any noise that wasn't a whimper or a gag sound, I would laugh. Luke? Teaching me the art of a good blowjob? He didn't even know where the p-spot was. I was the teacher in these particular lessons, thank you very much.

I swallow around him to try to make him cum fast so at least he doesn't kill me for being a bad bitch. And If I want a chance to save my relationship, I need to end this before I cum.

Which is a real possibility, I'm afraid.

In my defense, this man knows how to grab my hair to use me without real pain, just that marvelous line between 'it hurts' and 'it hurts so good'. He has one hand in my hair and the other still pointing that fucking gun, this time to my throat, touching my skin just where the shape of his cock is visible. He rubs it there, and I don't know if he can feel it in his dick, but he moans loud and clear, maybe just for the image I make: saliva, tears and lips stretched around him.

Dying while giving a blowjob is not the worst way to go to the other side, but I'm trying really hard to survive here. Why is Luke looking at me like I killed his dog? I'm doing this to save us both.

"Look at me, slut. Your boyfriend is not going to help you. Maybe I should make him suck me too?"

Luke makes a noise. I don't know if is a whimper or a sob, but it's clear he doesn't want to participate in this particular act. I don't want him to do it, either. And not for the good reasons.

Luke and I have been together for two years. He was a virgin when I met him, at 21. It was fun to teach him everything, but in the last few months, he made perfectly clear that he didn't want to learn more. He's happy with our vanilla and boring sexual life. I love him, but I need more. I was trying to decide how to break up with him when we were attacked in the street, on our way home from a dinner date. A man appeared with a gun and told me to get on my knees or he'll kill Luke.

It's probably the most thrilling and exciting thing that's happened to me in the last year.

And that says a lot about me.

The stranger lets his cock buried deep inside me for a few seconds. I've never done it this hard, and I can't even breathe, but is a fantastic feeling. When he puts it out, I follow. That's my first mistake.

"Do you want more, sweetheart?" He purrs. At the same time, Luke says with clear repulsion: "You are hard!"

The man ignores Luke. He rubs his dick in my lips, and I try to stay still. Don't open.

"Beg me, slut. I know you want this."

Don't beg. Don't beg. Don't beg.

Oh my God, I'm going to beg.

"P-please" I say. That's my second mistake.

"You sick piece of shit", my boyfriend hiss.

"Shut up!" The tone leaves no room to reply. Now the gun is pointing at Luke, and he's smart enough to keep quiet. "Please what, bitch?"

I'm going to do it, right? No control here. I want him to fuck my face like I'm a disposable fucktoy. No point in denying it.

"Please, fuck my face, sir."

Okay, I did it. And now I'm opening my mouth, inviting him.

And he takes. My God, he fucks my face like I'm a doll, he doesn't stop till he cums deep down my throat with a guttural sound. I gag, I cry, I whimper.

And I cum. Hands free.

That's my third mistake.

"You, go." The man says to Luke without even giving him a glare. He is breathing hard, his eyes fixed in me. His dick is softening in my mouth. I keep sucking and licking because I can't control myself. He takes a step back and I lose my candy. I don't look at Luke either. I know he's gone because I heard his footsteps.

He looks at me with an evil smile and my dick tries to jump to life again.

"You and I will have so much fun, toy."

Yes.