Master: 10 minute warning.
Nick's heart sank at the text message. He'd been so busy all day with pledge stuff he hadn't had any time to try to find a new fag he could suck off or get fucked by. In the last hour he'd been free he'd been messaging nearly every guy he could find on Grindr, or at least the halfway decent looking guys, but of course none of them wanted to let a faceless profile suck them off, even if he did have a nice body. If Nick had even a modicum of self awareness he'd realize he wouldn't let a faceless profile suck him off either, but he didn't so Nick just thought they were all prissy fucking faggots. He'd even tried to get back in touch with Zach, but the bitch had blocked his number.
As the minutes clicked by Nick grew increasingly desperate, messaging older and uglier guys (none particularly that old or that ugly), but every message came back with some variation of "face?"
As the clock read 9:59 Nick started sweating and his hands started shaking. When it hit 10 he held his breath. But nothing happened. Nick exhaled, still sure something would happen, but he guessed even though Master had told him he needed to take a load by 10pm he wasn't able to find another guy for him.
But then Nick heard a Grindr notification ping. And then another. And another. Nick opened the message panel and soon there were nearly a dozen unread messages, most just "wya?" Or "fuck yes" and a few had full paragraphs about all the things they wanted to do to him. Confused, Nick backed out to the main screen, and he saw his profile had changed.
Nick didn't recognize the picture, but it looked like it'd just been taken as it was in his room and his hair looked just like it did now. It was a selfie of him shirtless, a ball gag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. His profile name had been changed to "Free Use," and the description just read, "No limits. First cum, first serve."
Nick's stomach dropped, and before he could change anything about the profile the phone disappeared from his hand, and then just as suddenly he was no longer in his room.
Instead he was in some dingy motel that smelled of stale cigarette smoke. On the faded comforter were a bunch of items in a neat line: a pair of handcuffs, a long plastic rod with a hole in the middle, some weird metal device, a ball gag, a sharpie marker, a bottle of lube, and a massive black butt plug.
Nick turned to run out the door, but before his hand even reached the knob he was suddenly bent over a stool, his wrists cuffed behind his back. He screamed as his ass felt like it was on fire, but was muffled by the ball gag. When he tried to stand up it was like the wind was knocked out of him as his balls were yanked behind him, trapped in the humbler that rested behind his legs. Nick turned his face up and saw he'd been positioned directly in front of a mirror that faced the doorway. He also realized that the metal device was the thing dentists use to force your mouth to stay open, and he couldn't even close his lips around the ball gag, which was starting to cause him to leak spit from his mouth. Intense electronic dance music started playing from a Bluetooth speaker on a nearby table.
For a while Nick wracked his brains trying to think of a way out of his predicament, but he knew he didn't stand a chance. Whoever master was had him totally under his thumb, there was nothing for it but to wait and see who'd come through the door. As he waited the pain in his ass from the butt plug became a dull ache, and finally just a feeling of extreme fullness. The cramp in his leg from holding his position quickly became the worst part.
After what could've been 5 minutes or an hour Nick saw the door handle turn, and a young black guy walked through the door, closing it quickly behind him. For a moment Nick's heart leapt as he saw the guy was wearing what looked like a uniform for the motel chain, and he tried to call for help through his ball gag. But his hopes were dashed as the guy walked over and smacked his ass.
"You excited ain't you, white boy," the guy said grinning at Nick in the mirror. Nick's head fell in despair as he felt the guy's hand grip the plug in his ass.
"Look at that shit, you must got a fag friend," he laughed and then his finger went along Nick's lower back as he read, "'Please tally and plug after use. Thank you.' Why you a fucking proper cumslut bitch, please and thank you, haha. Thank god I get it first, pretty boy like you's bout to get your pussy wrecked." His hand wrapped around the base of the plug and pulled it roughly from Nick's ass, making Nick groan as it stretched his hole further on the way out.
"Aw fuck yeah, look at dem pussy lips," the guy said biting his lip as he slid two fingers easily into Nick's loosened hole. He must've liked what he felt cause he quickly took his dick from his pants and, spitting on Nick's hole and rubbing it on his dick head, he plunged in balls deep without warning.
Nick screamed into the ball gag, but the guy didn't even slow down, if anything he fucked him harder. He relentlessly pounded Nick's hole, but as he continued he slowed down, and started fucking him to the beat of the music.
"Yeah, that's some sweet pussy white boy, you ready for this baby batter huh, aw fuck yeah here comes," and the guy gripped Nick's waist and went deep, and Nick could feel the guy's balls lift against his taint as he unloaded in Nick's hole.
He quickly pulled out and gave Nick's ass a slap, "Some fine fucking pussy, mmm," he said as he picked the butt plug back up put it back to Nick's hole. When he struggled getting the thickest part through Nick's ring he just punched the base, forcing it in and making Nick yelp. Then he picked up the sharpie that was next to the lube between Nick's feet and drew a single line on Nick's butt cheek.
The guy stood up and Nick watched him tuck his big dick back in his pants. "I'll handle any noise complaints, boy, you be a good cumdump now," and he quickly turned and left the room.
Nick barely had time to catch his breath before the doorknob turned again. This time a short, fat, middle aged fuck walked through, quickly closing the door behind him. He didn't so much as make eye contact with Nick, but immediately knelt behind Nick and took out his smaller than average cock. He unceremoniously pulled the plug from Nick's ass and immediately replaced it with his dick, his flabby body shaking with each thrust. Nick was so disgusted he couldn't even look in the mirror, but suddenly the guy started talking.
"Yeah take it you fucking whore, fucking cunt ass bitch, worthless little jock pussy," and other similarly degrading, contemptuous dirty talk. He only lasted a couple seconds before he grunted and came in Nick's ass. But cumming didn't stop the dirty talk, if anything it got more intense.
"Yeah, you like that load don't you you fucking bitch," and the guy picked up the sharpie and, after he ticked off another line besides the first, spread Nick's cheeks and drew arrows pointing at Nick's hole before stuffing the plug back inside. Then he wrote "cheap whore" in large letters across Nick's back. He took out his wallet and threw a wad of singles at Nick's back, before leaving the room as quickly as he'd entered.
It took awhile for the door to open again, but when it did for a brief moment Nick felt hopeful again as a cop walked through the door. It was dashed as he slowly closed the door behind him.
"Now just what the fuck are you doing here boy," the cop said harshly. He was actually kinda attractive, probably late 20s or early 30s with close cropped hair and a toned physique, but he had a sadistic look in his eye.
Nick tried to speak through his gag but was incomprehensible, and the cop wasn't even listening anyway. Instead he stood behind Nick and put his boot on Nick's ass, "A fit, handsome young man like you, a cheap whore in a sleaze bag motel. Well if that's what you are, guess I better treat you like one."
The cop pulled the plug from Nick's ass, cum falling out behind it. Then Nick heard him whip out his baton, and he started to slowly fuck him with it.
"Should take you in for prostitution. Bet the brothers at county would have a grand old time with a little white boy like you."
The cop pulled the baton from Nick's ass and then wiped the cum that clung to it across Nick's face, "Well boy, you trying to go to jail?"
Even through the gag Nick's "No" was clearly audible.
"Well then, guess I'll have to come up with some other punishment for you," the cop said as he put the baton away. Then he unclasped his belt, and pulled it free.
Nick paled as he watched the cop curl the belt around his hand, and then wind back as he smacked it with all his strength across Nick's ass. Nick screamed, but before it was even out the cop had swung again. The blows came like a hurricane, whipping Nick's ass and back till he was crisscrossed with red marks.
When they finally stopped Nick hadn't even realized the cop had pulled out his dick till it was ramming his hole. Nick arched his back to try to adjust the angle he was going in, but as soon as he did he felt the belt loop around his neck and tighten as the cop pulled his head back.
"Yeah, look at yourself in the mirror you dirty faggot, this is what you wanna be, huh?" The cop hissed in his ear, as Nick looked in the mirror and saw the veins in his neck stand out and his face turning red as he couldn't breathe, while the cop fucked him violently. Just when he thought he would pass out the cop let go of the belt as he came in Nick's ass.
As he pulled out the cop put the plug back in and marked another tally on Nick's cheek. Once he put his belt back on and adjusted his hat the cop turned to Nick and said, "I better not find you here again," before he kicked Nick in the balls and walked out the door.
The welts across his back and ass were still stinging as the door opened again. This time it was some incel-looking college dude, greasy haired and bone skinny. He spread Nick's cheeks and looked at the plug with disgust, then he walked around in front of Nick and unlatched the ball gag, Nick's mouth still held open by the dental device. The guy pulled out his dick already rock hard. It was nearly as long as Zach's but nearly as skinny as the guy was, hardly the circumference of Nick's thumb. Without warning the guy started fucking Nick's face.
Immediately Nick choked on it, the guy seemed to be laser focused on Nick's throat and Nick was gagging like crazy, spit and phlegm flying out of his mouth. Nick tried to turn his head to get the dick in his cheek, but the guy pulled out, roughly grabbed Nick by the hair, and gave him a hard back-hand slap across the face. "Stop fucking running from it," the guy said coldly as he continued his face fuck and Nick kept gagging.
It went on for another 5 or ten minutes before Nick tasted the guy's bitter cum on the back of his tongue. The guy grinned down at Nick's red and watery eyes and spit covered face, his dick resting on Nick's tongue. Then he started pissing.
Nick couldn't do anything but stay there as piss pooled in his mouth and fell out the sides, the taste making him gag again. When the guy finished he flicked the last few drops across Nick's face. He grabbed the marker from the ground and wrote "urinal fag" across Nick's forehead, then he drew a dick squirting towards Nick's mouth on his cheek. He put the ball gag back in Nick's open mouth and notched another mark on Nick's ass before he left the room.
About 15 minutes later Nick heard loud voices before the door opened. Two young redneck dudes walked in and guffawed at the sight of him.
"Holy shit, Jim, look at this fag," the shorter one said as he smacked Nick's ass.
"Bitch looks pretty beat up," the taller one said as he gripped Nick's balls in the humbler.
"They get off on that shit," the shorter one said. When he walked around to look Nick in the face he laughed again, "Hahaha, fucking urinal fag huh. Wish I'd'a known, I wouldn't have taken a piss before we left."
The taller one behind Nick took out the plug and roughly fingered Nick's hole, "Jesus, this ass is so loose it's half a cunt."
"Good, I've been missing your momma," the shorter one joked as he took the ball gag from Nick's mouth and then took out his average, cut dick and started fucking Nick's face. The taller one took his cue and started on Nick's ass.
Every few minutes the guys would switch position, talking shit about Nick the whole time, but compared to the rest of his visitors just getting fucked at both ends was almost a reprieve.
They'd been fucking him for probably twenty minutes when the door opened again. Nick's face was buried in a bush of pubes as the taller redneck said to whoever walked in the door, "Wait you're fucking turn, we're almost done."
Nick heard a deep, older voice respond, "Take your time. You mind if I watch and have a smoke?"
"Sure, whatever," the shorter one said as he continued plowing Nick's ass. The audience seemed to speed them up though, and it wasn't long till they were telling each other they were cumming, and they both shot in Nick's ass and mouth at the same time.
They quickly got dressed and headed out the door, the shorter one turning around before he left to mark off two more knocks on Nick's ass. "You can plug him back up when you're done," he said to the older guy now sitting just out of Nick's line of site in the mirror, although he could see and smell the trails of cigar smoke coming from his corner.
As the door closed behind the rednecks the older man called, "Get over here, boy."
Nick tried to protest with his stuck open mouth but the guy just said, "I see the humbler and the handcuffs, belly crawl over here if you need to."
Scared of what would happen if he didn't Nick slid off the stool and slowly waddled on his knees over to the corner the older man was sitting. He was probably in his mid-50s, and if Nick had anything but contempt for older people he might've recognized he was handsome with his close cut salt and pepper beard and thickly muscled arms and chest in a polo that looked like he'd just come from a golf course.
As Nick knelt at the guy's feet the guy snorted at the sight of Nick. He reached over and unhooked the dental device from Nick's head, and as Nick stretched his jaw it almost felt like sex.
The guy took a long look at Nick through the haze of his cigar smoke. Nick was hating the tension and opened his mouth to speak when the guy said, "I didn't take that fucking thing off to hear you talk. And if I feel your teeth on my dick I'll knock them out. Now get your fag mouth over here and be a good urinal."
Nick gulped as he moved between the guys thick, meaty legs, and he worked his dick and balls out of his slacks. Even soft the guy had the thickest dick he'd ever seen. Dreading what was about to happen Nick took the dick in his mouth.
"If you spill a drop on my clothes I swear to Christ those belt marks will feel like kisses when I'm through with you," the guy growled and Nick believed him. Nick clamped his lips tight around the thick dick as the guy let loose, gulping down his watery piss as fast as he could.
As the guy finished Nick's relief at not spilling a drop actually overcame his disgust, and as the guy told him to get sucking Nick immediately obliged. He couldn't believe the way the dick grew in his mouth, in seconds his jaw was aching again, as the cock grew thicker than a beer can and it started pounding at his throat, the man still sucking on his cigar as Nick sucked him.
Eventually the guy snuffed out his cigar and stood up, tossing Nick over his shoulder. Then he threw Nick on the bed on his back, yelping as he lowered his legs, forgetting the humbler. The old man laughed as he stripped.
"Somebody's put you in quite the pickle, didn't they boy," he said as Nick held his legs up towards his chest to relieve the strain on his balls, with the unintended side effect that his hole was on full display.
"You've really done a number on that pussy, haven't you," the man said, sticking a finger in Nick's ass, then taking it out covered in cum he brought it to Nick's mouth. Nick hesitated for a second, but when the guy squeezed his balls in a viselike grip Nick screamed, and the moment his mouth was open the man was fucking his throat with the cum covered finger.
"Bet you're having the time of your life, look at that little clit leakin'," the man said, and to his horror Nick looked down and saw he was right. His dick was straining against his cage, a thin stream of pre leaking from the piss slit, and the way the humbler was pulling it down it even looked like the proper position for a clit.
The man grabbed the lube from the floor and started to cover both his hands. With one hand he started jacking off his massive dick, but the other started to explore Nick's ass.
"Got yourself a proper cunt, here, boy," the man said, sticking two fingers easily inside him, "let's see if we can't make it a sloppy cunt."
The man added a third finger, and then a fourth. Nick bit his tongue and hissed his pain as he felt his already stretched ass stretch more. But that was nothing compared to when he pulled all his fingers out and brought them close together, his hole hand pushing inside Nick's hole. As his ring stretched around the man's knuckles Nick was sure his ass was about to burst in two, but just when he thought it would break the man's hand went through and Nick's hole gripped his wrist.
"Hell yeah, boy, take that fist," the man growled, jerking his own cock as his other hand stretched inside Nick, finding his prostate and pounding it like he was button mashing in a video game. Nick could feel the pre pulse from his locked dick and for a second it almost felt like he was about to cum.
But then the man took his hand from Nick's ass and pushed it right back in, slowly fistfucking him, seemingly getting off on Nick's cries of pain. Eventually he was punching Nick's ass, all its resistance gone.
The man took his fist out and spread Nick's cheeks, admiring his handiwork, "Fuck, look at that sweet rosebud," the man growled as his tongue went to Nick's ass and ate him out. Then he put Nick's legs on his shoulders, pulling Nick's thighs towards him so the humbler would yank on his balls. As Nick cried out the man slapped a hand over his mouth as his thick dick plunged into Nick's wrecked hole.
It felt like the man fucked him all night. He was relentless, untiring, and brutal. He fucked him for at least an hour, his pounding only broken by a slap across Nick's face or a loogie in his eye. When he finally buried his dick in Nick with a roar Nick couldn't even feel the guys dick cum in him.
The man stood and grabbed the plug, pushing it back in Nick's ass. He slowly got dressed, lit another cigar, and left the room without so much as a backwards glance.
In a daze Nick closed his eyes and fell on his side on the bed, his legs aching from holding them up for so long. But suddenly his balls were free, the handcuffs were removed, and the smell of sweat and sex and cigar smoke was replaced by the familiar stench of his own dirty clothes and trash. He was back in his own bed. The plug was still in though.
Nick heard his phone buzz on his bedside table. Reluctantly he picked it up.
Master: When I have to provide men for you they count two for one. 53. The last was a freebie.
Nick half groaned, half deliriously laughed. He just couldn't fucking believe it. A freebie. Hahahaha.
Nick stretched against the bed, his arms feeling feeling great after being cuffed behind him for so long. He gave his free balls a light squeeze, and realized his dick was still hard and leaking in his cage. He had an idea.
Master hadn't told him to leave the plug in again, so he took it out, easily after the last guy. His fingers explored his loose hole, the sides almost feeling like pussy lips. He slipped a finger inside, trying to find the spot that had made him pre like crazy. He couldn't find it. He slipped another finger in. Then another. Soon his whole hand was in his ass, finger fucking the cum back in him as he desperately tried to find whatever button the man had been pressing. And once he found it his dick squirted like a girl.