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"Pig for use in room 217!" I could hear my master shouting down the halls of the Chicago bath house. I was on all fours, naked, ass to the open door in room 217. He left me there unprotected and told me to eat as much cum and drink as much piss as I was offered, for it would be all I would eat or drink until he allowed me to leave. It was only 9pm on Friday night, and I knew we would not leave until the next day.
The patrons did not take long to take my master up on his offer. Within minutes, I had a hairy bear daddy shoving his huge uncut, filthy cock in my mouth, telling me to taste his head cheese. Another guy, who I could not see, was reading the graffiti written on my ass with indelible marker. "It says, 'Sperm bank: make a deposit.' Don't mind if I do. Some piggy knows his rightful place in the world." He started dry fucking my boi cunt, while the bear at my face taunted me, telling me to savor his head cheese.
"I haven't washed this foreskin all week. I've been trucking all over the midwest, leaving piss, spooge, and ass juice just for a slut like you to enjoy." I've never tasted such a nasty flavoured cock in all my life, and I've tasted a few! He seemed further happy by the bitter look on my face, knowing how hard it was for my to clean his nasty cock head with my tongue when it was so dirty and ripe. My humiliation couldn't get any worse. Or could it?
The guy fucking me was in deep now, really raping my ass. I was in a state of sexual saturation where was just the fuck toy now, not part of the pleasure, but only the object of their lust and needs. He was hold me tight at my hips, really pulling out far then slamming hard into my aching hole while he grunted profanities at me, or maybe was just reading the messages on my back. "Take that, you stupid fuck hole. Cunt for breeding. I'll make a deposit you won't soon forget." I could hear other men, now looking in from the doorway as these two used me at both ends. The onlookers cheered them on. Soon, the top riding me slapped my ass and said, "Here comes your deposit, pig!" He pushed hard into me and I could feel his cock throb and throb as it shot multiple thick wads of man cum into my guts. My eyes were full of tears from the blow job I was giving Mr. Foreskin, but I was also grateful for the cum that might now help lube my ass for the next fucker in line.
"How's the pig holding up?" I heard a familiar voice at the door. It was my master, returned from spreading the word about my purpose tonight to please any man who wanted to use me.
"We've just warmed him up," said the man who fucked me. He pulled out with a sloppy "plop" sound, and slapped my ass. "Who's next?" he asked as he stepped away.
"I've got to take a wicked piss," said a voice from the door. Mind if I use his ass for that?" he asked my master.
"Knock yourself out. He'll take whatever you give him, man."
Soon, the guy at my face was rapid fucking my throat while I felt a new cock inserted into me. The guy who was to piss in me was hung. I could tell because despite me earlier fucks and anal beads, his girth really was an effort to push into me. Once he was in me, the fucked me for a few minutes until he was all the way in. "It's gonna take me a while to relax enough to piss in him. I'm just gonna watch you face fuck him for a while," he said to the guy at my face. I was breathing just through my nose now, when I could come up far enough to open my air way. I knew the bear was close, because he pushed my head down hard til my chin was on his hairy nuts, and I though I would pass out from lack of air when I felt the pulsing in my throat. This guy was a heavy shooter. I could feel his cock just as it went down my gullet. As he pulled back for the last few shots, I hoped to get some of his nector on my tongue to help wash away the horrible taste of his foreskin. I gasped loudly for air, and I heard one man say, "Don't worry if he passes out... he'll resist less when you fuck him!" Everyone laughed. I felt so humiliated.
Just as I was catching my breath, the cock in my ass began to soften just slightly, and then I felt it. I was being flooded with his piss. As my bowels and belly started to bloat, I realized he was serious that he had to take a wicked piss. He was really stretching my limits. I was filled so full, I was writhering in pain. "Hold on to it pig," was all he said as he continued to fill me. When the flow lessened, he began to thrust slowly in and out of my ass. He had a huge cock. I would picture its girth and length just from the feeling in my ass. Another man came to my face and told me to open up. I thought he wanted a blow job, but he simply put his uncut forskin to my lips and started to piss. "Drink up pig!"
I was a cum and piss recepticle at both ends now. The guy in my ass had regained his full erection and he wasted no time fucking me with an ass full of cum. He would humiliate me further, saying, "That' right slut. Fucking a whore full of own piss is one nasty thing. You sure are well trained."
"Yes, he is," my master would chime in. I couldn't see him, but I knew he was at the door or in the hall watching it all, taking it all in as these men used me.
When I finished drinking the piss at my mouth, the guy inside my ass bucked hard and unleased his cum in me. "Now that's one enema this pig must drink."
"Oh, I can arrange that. Lets take him to the sling room," my master said. As the top pulled out of me, he came to my face.
"Clean me off, pig!"
I was mesmorized my his cock. It was really the biggest dick I had ever seen. He was only about 5foot five tall, but this stud had the cock of a stallion. I slurped on his meet, tasting his piss and cum and my ass juices on his dick.
My master inserted a butt plug in my hole and invited the whole cast of onlookers to join us in the sling room. I was dragged to my feet and jostled up a set of stairs and down another dark hallway.
There were four slings in this large room, one in each corner. Two were being used by masters fucking their twinks, but my master directed me to an empty one. He lifted me in like I was weightless, but I felt so heave from the huge load of piss inside of me.
"My slut will drink this enema for your entertainment," my master said to the crowd. On my back with my legs in the air, strapped to the sling chains, I could see at least eight men around me, all in various leather attire and cock rings, all sporting intimidating and hostile erect cocks.
My master pulled the plug from my ass, and told me to release only a little piss/cum at a time. He held a large mug under my butt, and immediately more squirted out than he was happy with. He hit me hard on the ass, shouting, "Slow down, bitch! You'll be punished for not being better controlled, pig."
I clenched hard to stop the flow, really struggling now to projectile squirt the full contents of my butt on the crowd. He brought the jug to my lips, as all the men started chanting, "Chug. Chug. Chug."
I felt like a fuck toy at a frat party. I drank the contents quickly, hoping it would mean he'd let me release more from my ass as soon as possible.
He kept up this routine telling me to release, stop, then chug. It took almost 7 full mugs before my bowels were empty. The piss was really strong and cum flavored from the two loads I had taken. By now, one of the other tops who had fucked his twink in a sling asked if I could rim his boy. My master seemed so willing to go with any suggestion made tonight. My own bladder was straining to piss, as I was unshackled and lifted to my feet. "Crawl to him," my master commaned. I made my way through the crowd to the twink's red and exposed ass in the sling. He was clearly puckered up tight, also trying hard to hold in a load. "Don't spill any," my master said to me, and I sucked lightly on this boi's pucker.
SWISH..... Holy crap! I thought I just had to rim the lad, but he also had a bowel full of piss and cum. I had to really open my mouth and place it wide around his anus as he opened it to release his load. I could barely swallow fast enough, but the boi seemed to syncronize with me, so that I could swallow as he'd spurt out piss and cum. Soon, I had a distended belly from a full bladder, on my knees in front of a room full of sadistic top stud, sucking a stanger twink boi's ass cunt. When he was done releasing his bowels into my mouth, the taunting started.
"Eat that boi's ass, pig. Clean him up for another round, you filthy whore. Earn your keep tonight, slut. Suck that nasty fuck hole."
I was too afraid not to comply. I stepped up my effort, sucking a rimming this boi for all I was worth. He seemed to enjoy it as his cock sprang to life.
"My boi hasn't cum for two weeks now. I guess he's earned it," said his master. "Pig, suck my boi's cock, but don't swallow. I need you to feed it to him."
As I started sucking his cock, I couldn't hold my bladder any longer. I let loose a piss stream so thick and ropey, it surprised everyone in the room.
"Loose cannon!" Some of the men started yelling, laughing at my complete humiliation. They didn't seem to care that I was sucking off a twink while spraying the leather harness sling and this boi's backside with my recycled piss.
The boi bucked immediately, so I bobbed back, holding only his boi cock head in my mouth. I let his load jet into my mouth, holding it to feed back to him. He must have been edging for a long time, because his load was abundant and hard not to swallow.
"Feed him, pig," was all his master said when the boi finished bucking.
I felt a hand reinstert a plug into my ass as I leaned over the boi's mouth to feed him his cum. His beautiful eyes were full of gratitude for helping him find release in so many ways, and for feeding him his reward. I had no idea what further things could happen tonight.
Then, my master said, "Piercing time, pig. Let's go."
Shit... now what was in store?
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