When we were alone in the bathroom, he dropped his pants to show me what he was going to be feeding me later that night. I think he enjoyed the anticipation as much as the actual act.  He knew I considered myself straight and that I hated our nightly sessions, so he took every opportunity to make sure he tortured me with the idea of serving a man, like him. This had been going on for weeks, since the first time he and his friends bent me over in the locker room and raped my ass, taking my virginity and making me their bitch. Even after the untold number of loads he had rammed up my ass or down my throat, it still hurt.  He was just too big to fit inside of me without using some force. My screams made his cock get harder and pound deeper. He enjoyed my pain.

I hated every minute of it, but that just seemed to make him enjoy it more.