My Necessary Bully

I crave my bully
who fucks me fully.

He's brutal and young
booted and well-hung.

He gives me a smack
if I give him flack.

One big knuckled fist
makes me cry and twist.

I submit to belts,
deserving the welts.

My pain's his pleasure,
his cock's my treasure.

He's straight I'm his fag,
His bitch and cum rag.

I crawl on the floor
when he shuts the door.

His boot on my face
puts me in my place.

When showered with piss,
I enter pure bliss.

There's no need to ask,
but I do each task.

When I wash his car
I know he'll go far.

His needs fill my head,
Without him I'm dead.

I live to obey
Whatever he may.

I need my bully,
to use me fully.