Hard, angry meat!

You will take the candy. Why would anyone take a raw fucking over being high, hazy and horny? You look over your shoulder, trying to look as polite as possible as you nicely ask. "Uhm could I have the EEEEP!"

Dirk forces his cock head past your tight, virginal hole. Your breath is knocked out of you as you feel like your being torn apart like wet tissue paper. He keeps pushing, ignoring the wet whimpers and soft sobs as he sinks deeper and deeper. Every inch stretches you impossibly, forcibly reforming your ass to accommodate his girthy, veiny cock. You clench the edge of the counter tightly, trying in vain to brace yourself for the pain. The pain is more than you can bear, feeling like you are being fucked with a baseball bat covered in hot sauce and broken glass.

"Please SOB...stop WHIMPER...hurts..." Dirk grabs a handful of your hair and painfully twists your head towards his. You see him naked in more ways than one. His person mask has slipped and the sneering, sadistic monster beneath looks back at you with shining, starving eyes. This is who he really is...this is what he really wants...to see you hurt...to see you helpless...and to know he is the one that caused it. He begins to slowly pull out, for a second you feel a ounce of relief...it almost feels...good?! And then he slams back into you balls deep and begins fucking you in earnest.

"You know, I should really thank you. It's so rare I get to relax and just be myself. It's such a pain being high all the time just to take the edge off my appetites...but with you, I think I'm gonna be able to gorge myself for a long...long time." You instinctively whimper and stare back at him with pleading eyes, which only makes him pick up the pace. You are sure he is murdering you. There is no way you could experience so much pain...like he's stabbing you with a flaming sword again and again and again...you must be mortally wounded. And then, you feel a spark of something that burns brighter than the agony...

"Oh God...MOAN!" This can't be happening. You are getting **** fucked by a stoner serial killer and you are moaning?! Worse, it spurs him on to pound you even harder than before, which you can't believe is possible! His savage thrusts send you crashing into the counter and your arms are to weak to hold you up. You lie, limp and drooling as he continues to fuck moans and sobs out of you. The more it hurts, the more tiny sparks of molten hot pleasure you feel bursting inside you. It's getting so you are more afraid of the pleasure than the pain. The pain might kill you, but that would at least put an end to it, but you'll have to live with the pleasure, and that sounds way more painful.

"Fuck! I think I like you best this way. A blushing, shameful, hurting...FAGGOT! You love my cock...and you hate loving it! I'll still let you be my sissy sales slut, but the rest of the time, you're gonna be my fag boi!" He isn't hurting you nearly enough to dull the overwhelming pleasure. Your traitorous cock shoots cum all over the counter and you feel your ass trying to buck back against Dirk's dick only to have him pound you back into the counter. You hate to admit it, but he's right. You wish you could be stoned and slutty and sissy...this way feel so much realer...so much rawer...

"Please, WHIMPER sir, hurt me MOAN harder." Dirk unloads on you, yanking your arms behind your back for added leverage and pistoning into you with such power and **** that you feel your entire body burn in a pyre of euphoric pain. He explodes inside you, a gusher of his superior stud seed. He grunts, not satisfied yet and continues to fuck you, squelching ropes of cum squirting embarrassingly from your ass as he uses it as lube to fuck you harder.

Your tongue lolls lewdly and you drool dumbly as your mind goes blissfully blank and you cum again and again. Each time is a little more intense, each time you feel you need it a little more the next time. By the time Dirk shoots another load in you, you know you will be hooked on cock for life. He pulls your face close to his and for a second you pucker up for a kiss...

PTOOEY His spit hits your cheek and lips and you instinctively lap it up.

"I don't kiss fag bois. Now go get cleaned up and come down dressed like a sissy slut. We'll both know you're really a gay boi playing dress up, but the customers expect a sissy gurl."

Dirk drops you to the floor contemptuously, like he was tossing out a used cum rag. In a way, you suppose you are. You rush upstairs, dreading what your work day will be like, but hoping it will at least provide an escape from the uncomfortable truth about your faggy true nature.