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I once was dating this guy who wanted me to fuck him in the ass. I had never done this before, but was eager to try. I'm not a mean person and I don't really like to cause pain, but every time I thought of sticking my dildo into his asshole I was overcome with the desire to hurt him; to fuck the hell out of him until he cried. I never got to do it, which made me both relieved and regretted. I knew that if I got the chance I would inflict so much pain. I began hating him. Everything he did made me sick. I stopped seeing him and refrained from sending a 2000-word email listing everything he did that disgusted me. About a month later I was at a club waiting for a friend when I saw him walk in. It was dark in the club and I followed him to a backroom. He immediately started hitting on a guy I knew, Ben, a guy who was as straight as they come. Ben excused himself quickly and I grabbed him. I begged him to lure Max into a private booth—once they were in there I would take over. Ben agreed to help; he thought it would be fun.  It was easy to get Max in the booth. Once they were in there, Ben told him the score."I don't want to fuck you, but my girlfriend does. I want to watch her fuck you in the ass." Slutty Max agreed. He dropped trou and turned around. I don't usually carry around a dildo and especially not a harness but I had left them in the car from the last time I saw Max, the time I thought I was going to get to do him like a dog. I ran out and grabbed my toys. Ben helped me fasten the harness and held out some lube that Max had placed beside him. I opted for spit. I spit on his asshole and on the dildo, then spread open his cheeks. At first I was gentle. Max groaned—I wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or pain, and I didn't care. A few timid prods and I was in. As soon as I knew he had opened around me I went for it. He yelped and Ben told him to shut up. I wanted to talk but didn't want him to know it was me. I elbowed Ben. "You like that, faggot?" Ben sneered. Max whispered, "Yes." I couldn't believe it. I fucked him harder and faster. He bit his lip to keep from screaming, and his knuckles were white from gripping the wall. His dick was rock hard. I reached around and as soon as I touched it he came. I smacked him across the back of the head. He moaned in response. I did it again. Then I pulled out. There was blood on my dildo. Ben spit on his ass cheeks and we backed out of the booth. I went to the bathroom where I cleaned up, tossing the stained sex toy in the garbage. I met Ben out in front of the club to smoke. Max came out slowly, limping and holding his ass. He looked me in the eye. "I knew it was you," he said. I stared at him and shrugged. "I guess I won," he smirked. "I got what I wanted. Do you think I hung out with a bitch like you for fun? You were almost as good as I thought you would be." He limped off, laughing. Ben snickered and I punched him in the arm. I went home, not really upset… Max wasn't the only winner. I masturbated four times thinking of fucking him, beating him up, pissing on him and spitting on his puckered asshole. I knew Ben did, too. We have a date next Saturday. This time I'm bringing a way bigger dick.
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