Hi guys, and welcome to Chapter 5 I have had such lovely messages from people about this story. Please feel free to contact me at nothingbutahole@gmail.com and let me know what you think. I am always open to story ideas as well. If you would like more information on being a faggot, please have a look at the following site: https://sites.google.com/site/whatisafggt/ ============================================ My mouth was full... My eyes rolled back in my head, but they remained closed. I could feel a hand on the back of my head pushing it forwards. the giant cock scraped down the back of my throat, and I felt like gagging but then... Darkness again. ... "Here it comes... load number seven..." The gruff voice came out of a dream. I was laying on my back, and my pussy was wide open. The cock inside me was jamming back and forth sending shivers through my pelvis. Then, with a final thrust I could feel the cum spurting into me. The cock had stopped moving, and simply lay inside me as it pulsed and shot seed into me. Someone's hands were all over me, and I writhed underneath their touch. The cock was still cumming inside me, and I wondered at the amount of cum that was being shot up me. Then I heard, "OK, Omar. Get ready with the plug." As the cock withdrew, something else replaced it. It was harder, and pushed open my pussy lips as it entered. Then it was inside me, and filling me up again in a satisfying way. "Alright faggot," a familiar voice said, "I know you're awake." I opened my eyes to see two men at the foot of the platform I was lying on. One of them was Omar. He stood their in his briefs fondling the large bulge that was there. The other man I didn't recognise. He was white, very tall and well built. His hair was shaved, and his hairy chest gave way to a muscular protruding belly. He smiled at me, then turned and left the room. Omar moved up to the head of the platform, and rubbed his massive bulge in my face. "You have seven huge loads of cum in your faggot pussy..." I twitched inside, and my knees drew upwards and outwards. The feeling I had had earlier from Omar's crystal had not diminished. I was fucking horny. No... my pussy was horny. It wanted to be fucked! Omar notices my arousal. "Fucking hell, bitch. Haven't you had enough?" Clearly I hadn't. One of my hands strayed down to my ass, and I began to play with the butt-plug. A small groan escaped my lips. "Well... you are going to famous after this." He motioned to a video camera on a tripod at the end of the room. "Now put you fucking clothes on." He left the room with a look of disgust on his face. I played with my self for a while. I found that if I angled the corner of the platform so it was pushing against the bottom of the butt-plug I could push it in even further. I started to bob up and down in this position, the plug getting further and further into my gaping, cum-filled pussy. I was fucking myself on the corner of the platform and began to cry out as the pleasure began to rise in me again. All of a sudden I pushed so hard that the base of the plug entered be hole. My pussy lips immediately tightened around the bottom of it and I shot a single, powerful squirt of cum across the room. I think I screamed. I was whimpering like a bitch, and for the first time it registered that I might be in some trouble. I was alone, naked, and in the back room of god-knew-where. I had no idea where I was in the city. I looked towards the pile of clothes that had been left for me. There was a pair of white Lycra shorts which I pulled on, stretching the fabric over my thighs and covering my pussy which still held the butt-plug tightly inside. A wet spot appeared as the plug shifted inside me, and i moaned again. I pulled on the t-shirt which was very tight. My nipples pushed out against the fabric and I tweaked them. My wallet was there, as were my house keys. Amazingly, nothing seemed to be missing from the wallet. It was time to go. Still swaying, I walked towards the door that Omar had left through. Beyond was a short corridor that led into a dingy looking bar. It's patrons stood in the half darkness watching me as I moved through the place to where I imagined the exit would be. There were whispered words as I passed by: "Fucking bitch!" followed by "Nasty whore!" Instead of insulting me, the words made my cock as hard as a rock in the tight Lycra shorts, and by the time I was on the street outside, my pussy was throbbing again. It was dusk. I found with horror that I didn't know what day it was. What about my job? How much time had I missed without so much as a phone call? I didn't even recognise this part of the city, and decided the best option was to hail a cab. It only took a few minutes for one to pull over. I leaned in through the window and the Jamaican cab drive said, "Where to?" I paused for a moment. I had thought about going back to my flat, but for some reason I felt pulled back to Karim's club. I wanted show them all what a good faggot I had been. I gave the name of the club to the driver, and he looked me up and down strangely. "Are you one of Karim's boys?" he asked. I said that I was. "OK then, no problem. Hop in the back."