John's Debt Repaid?
Part 1
John and I had experimented with the more extreme side of sex for several months and whilst not partners or in any `relationship', since we met on "Hoods and Masks" had found ourselves going deeper into BC, bondage, tubes and chems, with very few other people involved. We had often spoken about what it would be like to be taken without any choice, used, controlled and made to function for a Superior, but until now this had been just talk.
As my birthday present, John had arranged a long weekend away in Berlin, and I had arranged a week off work since he told me that we were going to play and party hard and that we would need the rest of the week to recover. This was my first time in the city and on our first evening out I was wearing my 30 hole black boots, laced red as John as requested, red socks rolled over the top of the boots, rubber shorts, rubber shirt, thick leather collar with padlock and a battered biker jacket. I could sense that people looked at both of us as we made our way through the maze of narrow alleyways, both of us flying on some chems we had taken before leaving the hotel.
Part 1
John carried a small bag with him but I had no idea what he brought; all I needed to know was that we would be gone all night. As we arrived at a derelict and darkened building John grabbed my arse and attached a leash to the tight leather collar and hooked it on to the belt of his chaps and pushed the door to a small foyer. A large, muscled Bear stood there, dressed in filthy jeans and a leather shirt. He spoke some German quickly us and I was introduced as the pig. The Bear smiled down at me and kneaded my arse roughly and unlocked a door and allowing us through. We descended some stairs, and sounds started flooding up. Pounding dance music, followed by conversation and moans.
But it was the smell that hit me like a snort of coke. Smoke, sweat, cum, piss, leather, and rubber mingled in the air, and my cock grew rock hard in my rubber shorts and I was already sweating as the heat from the underground club rushed up to meet me. We emerged out into a small area, which was packed with about fifty or so men. I saw all types, from smooth young Gods to older bears, dressed in everything from full leather and rubber suits to just boots, heavily inked and pierced. Most stood around chatting and cruising, though a few were doing some sucking and boot licking. John led me to the bar and handed me a beer as he looked around at the crowd. I noticed his own very healthy bulge in the fading denim of his crotch, framed by the tight leather chaps that he habitually wore, and I reached down and opened his fly, pulling out his large, thick, uncut and pierced cock. I stroked it gently as John lit a cigar and groaned, before getting down on my knees and starting to suck. I knew he hadn't cum all day as I had been the one to fuck him before we went out. I also knew my cum was still in his arse, and I was looking forward to adding to it later that evening. He stopped me from going any further - he didn't want to blow his load quite at that point. I gulped down most of my beer, enjoying the added buzz as John explained that this was an old club that only allowed entry with a member. He had joined several years before, and that this was the place to come for the most dedicated sleaze pigs.
After downing a second beer quickly, we went to the cramped and filthy toilets where several piss fans were drinking and rolling in the stinking piss. John and I took out our cocks and hosed each other down. My new PA split the stream and some fell on an older, slim God with an enormous septum piercing who was busy being rimmed by another. He smiled and lapped it up, before moving in front of us and licking the piss from our chaps. I was enjoying the attention, especially when I felt the God swallow my own cock as he gently wanked John. John shoved me against a wall, grinding the skin's head into my crotch and kissing me long and hard. After a few moments, we broke off and left the toilet, as the God returned to getting his arse licked out. Instead of going back into the bar, John led me to a dim corner in a hall. We snorted a line, and then walked down to a further room. A large red biohazard symbol hung outside it as John pushed in the door and I followed. A blue, smoky haze hung around the low lighting and TV screens hung on the wall, showing some violent SM porn. It seemed like this small room teemed with bodies wrapped in rubber and leather and fucking in every corner.
The drugs were hitting me hard now, and John simply turned me around, unzipped the arse of my shorts and sank his thick cock into me. I moaned loudly, drowned out by the cries of those around me. John held it inside me for a minute, enjoying the feeling of my tight arse on his cock. He started fucking me slowly, pulling his cock almost all of the way out before sinking it inside me slowly again. Right in front of my face another cock appeared - about 7" long with a row of piercings from the base. I gobbled it down as he started to fuck my mouth in rhythm with my John. In just a few short minutes, John roared and shot another creamy load deep within my body and then held me tight as he slowly released his piss, filling my arse with his warm, precious liquid. All of a sudden, John pulled out and pulled me to a corner where a sling had just become free. Piss and cum were dripping down my legs as he flung me on to the sling and resumed fucking as several others watched and used my mouth.
I started feeling warm piss on my rubbered body, running into my mouth and my arse. I saw John gasp as a cock entered his own arse. It was the Bear from the lobby, wrapping his arms around John and fucking like a jackrabbit. John matched his strokes and I felt my arse being ripped apart. I yelped in happiness as John pulled out and was replaced by the Bear. He moved to my mouth and I cleaned off his cock. The Bear roared suddenly and I could feel the hot splash of cum in my arse. I climbed down and asked John if he wanted another fucking. He smiled, hopped into the sling and I started eating it out as I felt another cock enter my arse. I drank the piss and cum from John's arse, before ramming in my own cock and cumming. I held it in, enjoying being sandwiched in between the two men and wanting to allow the man a chance to seed me with his cum. When I felt him pull out, I grabbed a large glob of lube and started moving my fist into John's arse. I glanced up and saw John sucking an enormous pierced cock belonging to a muscled man, dressed in chaps, harness and cap.
He was hairy and had an amazing chest with the largest and heaviest pierced tits that I had ever seen. This God was pounding John's mouth as I worked my first fist into the wrist, and as I felt John's arse tighten around my wrist he took out a small bottle and took a quick snort of coke. He passed it to me and I did the same, and then this God also took some. I was soon able to work a second fist inside as God moved to my arse and fucked me rotten, remaining almost limp, allowing the power of his fucks to drive my fists into John. He groaned in satisfaction, his cock an angry red colour, ready to splurge again. I pulled out my hands and started to gobble on his rosebud as I felt another load in my arse as John hopped off and started kissing me. He must have had a load in his mouth as we passed the cum back and forth. There were at least a dozen men in the room and it became a free for all. Cocks and cum flew around and our arses took several hits. At one point, I had John's cock and fist in my arse at the same time but didn't know how long we were there for, but when we were finished John led me over to the sling, saying that I could nap if I wanted to, but that I needed a plug up my arse to hold in the cum and piss. John then put a gag in my mouth and a hood over my head, and cuffed by wrists and ankles to the sling, telling me that the evening had just begun and that I should go with the flow and not resist anyone or anything. How could I? Everything went silent.