The tattoo man shoved his cock down my throat. I knew better than to use my teeth. Afterall it was that act that had made this so much worse. I couldn't breathe. His balls smelled like sweat and were wrinkled. I wondered when he had last washed himself. I tried to concentrate on that instead of my asshole hurting so much. He enjoyed it when I gagged and choked on his cock. He pulled on my hair and fucked my face. Sometimes he pulled out and slapped me with his cock. He wouldn't put it back in my mouth. He had me try to catch it with my lips. At first I turned away, but he pulled on my hair harder and slapped my face with his open hand. So I reached for his cock and tried to get in my mouth. He would tease me and stepped back when I almost had it. Suddenly he thrust it all down my throat so I could not breathe again.

"Stupid bitch you can't even find my cock."

Tim scratched my ass over the new tattoo. When I cried out, the tattoo man enjoyed it and shoved himself deeper in my throat. The carrot had scratched and cut the inside of my rectum. Everytime Tim thrust in and out, I was on fire. I had no more tears. I was an object to be fucked. Just a piece of meat for them to play with.