Humiliation and fever

Well, on Saturday I was walking around the center at night after having something to drink with friends in San Telmo and I had an uncontrollable fever. I got into Grindr to see what could be done about it and messaged a Galician tourist who was nearby. He was quite good-looking from head to toe, but when he sent me a photo of his cock almost made me fall over. I told him I was dying to suck it. He said he liked the idea, but with one condition; he's dominant and likes to treat dudes like his little puttos. Music to my ears. He told me four times that he was VERY dominant and didn't want me there unless I was going to take it. I assured him I was down for it and we agreed that I would come by his hotel and announce myself at reception. When I arrived, the guy opened the door, greeted me with a kiss and immediately told me to get on my knees and suck it, slut. There was nothing left for me to do but obey, as I was already starting to enjoy the situation. He grabbed my neck and shoved his cock down my throat really hard, making my eyes water. 'Do you like it? Do you like eating it all up? Of course you do.' It was clear he wasn't interested in my responses. And it was clear that I was really enjoying myself. He went on sucking my mouth for a pretty long time, and every time he shoved his cock down my throat, saliva would drip from my mouth. When he got tired of abusing my mouth, he asked if I had condoms; I didn't have any. He said 'but what an idiot, you always have to have some. Don't you see that you're not good for anything?' He pulled his cock out of my mouth and threw me onto the bed, belly up. I was already dying to get it like that without a condom, I didn't care about anything. But instead of going slow on me, he started giving me really strong blows. I wasn't expecting them at all, but it got me really turned on. It must have been around 10 minutes, my booty couldn't take anymore. He kept going. And he would tell me to repeat 'I'm a stupid faggot'. I'd say anything just so he would keep using that tone towards me. Suddenly he grabs my nape hair, makes me kneel down and without warning, he comes in my face. He caught me off guard that it made me close my eyes, mouth, everything. It seemed like he had been holding back for a while because he completely soaked me. I was already done with the whole situation, it all seemed incredibly ridiculous to me. When he finished orgasming, he told me to stay quiet. He took out my phone from my pant pocket and took pictures of me all messed up - the idea was killing me. He must have taken at least 10 photos from all angles, showing them to me and saying 'look how stupid you are'. My booty was getting wet, I was seconds away from begging him while I was kneeling down like that to just get it over with. And just when I thought it was going to be over, the guy says 'put your clothes on and don't wipe your face. If you want to have sex, go downstairs to get condoms with your face still messy. If you clean up, there's no deal'. WHAT?!?! I couldn't believe it. He was offering to leave without having sex or going down to reception to ask for rubbers but with my face all messed up. My head was spinning, this was starting to awaken my dirtier side and the worst part is that I was enjoying it. The guy was getting impatient and I didn't want to leave without a good ass-kicking, so in an act of total submission, I told him I'd be back with the rubbers. I left the room and started having doubts. I was starting to convince myself that I shouldn't go down like this, but then I realized I had left my phone with him, so I couldn't turn back. I took courage, pressed the ground floor button and let whatever happens happen. When I arrived downstairs, I was already sweating coldly, but I said if not now, never. When I'm approaching the counter, the same short guy who made me go upstairs earlier is already there with a smile on his face, holding a package of rubbers and winking at me, saying 'now you're the The third skinny guy comes along all soaped up. I don't know what the skinny guy has, but he convinces everyone'. He gives me the change and winks at me again, 'have fun, little troll'. It's obvious that I already had my cock in hand and was getting excited. When I turn back to the elevator, I realize I just had a conversation with a stranger with soap on my face. The mix of shame, humiliation, and heat almost made me cum right then. When I get back to the room, the guy really got rough with me, pulled my hair, spat in my face, told me terrible insults that I loved, but I couldn't shake off my humiliation with the skinny guy from the counter and the heat it gave me. The Galician must have gone at it for about 45 minutes until he finished while giving me slaps. I had already come twice from all the abuse he'd given me. When he got bored, he told me to leave. I left with a great time without cleaning up again, I didn't care about this guy at all anymore. When I arrived on the ground floor instead of facing the exit, I approached the counter. When the skinny guy saw me, he smiled again and asked if I'd had a good time. I told him yes, that it was very good, but that I'd liked it much more when he saw me soaped up. He said he has a girlfriend, but that it wouldn't bother him to use me a little and humiliate me every now and then. We exchanged numbers, he told me to clean up before leaving, handed me a disposable tissue and I went to take the bus. A while later, his message arrived asking if I'm free on Wednesday afternoon...I hope you enjoyed it and if you think I'm capable, we can create a community of submissive fags who can take humiliation, so we can exchange experiences. What do you think?