The Cleaners

It was Saturday evening, and Dennis checked his look one last time in the large mirror in the hallway. "Horny!" he thought to himself and grinned at his reflection while briefly grabbing his crotch. This time he was wearing a shiny black PVC tracksuit with red trim from a small fetish brand in Berlin. This was guaranteed to get him noticed and that was exactly his plan tonight. He wore no underwear, just the skin-tight feel of the polyester fabric on his bare skin. Under the tight jacket additionally a harness stretched nice and tight around his chest. Although made of polyester, the clothing had more the soft feel of faux leather but shone really horny and crackled quietly with every movement. Just as the young garbage collector preferred, who already had a slight hard-on in his pants from the sight of himself. To this he had combined matching high-top sneakers of the same brand in red-black leather and white sole, immaculately clean. On top, the pants fit tight enough to show off his ass and crotch well. The ends of the pant legs were pulled up a bit, so they wrinkled at the bottom and were tucked into the white and red cotton socks. So, these and the sneakers were clearly visible. His short hair shone from a neat load of wet gel, which completed the chav look.

Excitedly, Dennis approached the "Raging Stallion", a well-known gay fetish nightclub in his city, a little later. The young garbage worker had taken heart and decided to finally get fucked by a real cock tonight. His growing dildo was awesome, but in the end only a compromise. He had shaved extra fresh on the complete body and rubbed with baby oil. In his hole was a plug pre-lubricated with lube to prepare it for the action. His pants crunched quietly as he walked down a flight of stairs to the front door of the club, located in a basement. Brightly colored graffiti covered the concrete walls of the staircase shutter, at the landing was a small alcove on the left with a large metal door, above which a horizontally mounted neon tube gave cold light.

A broad-shouldered guy in a leather outfit eyed him briefly, then nodded and held the door open for him. Suddenly, pounding beats became audible. Curious, Dennis followed the tube-like corridor, which had roughly plastered walls with countless framed photos hanging on them. He passed a small dressing room run by a heavily pierced, very slender girl with hydrogen blonde short hair. "Have fun, kid!" she called to him as he passed. The boy nodded and turned a corner. The pounding beats of the music had grown steadily louder, and now he was in the middle of the party:

A large room with low ceilings and a central open space where some visitors were already dancing. In the middle of the back wall was a small gallery with a DJ booth, where two lanky guys with nerdy glasses were spinning. Spotlights sent different colored light through the room to match the beat. The big speakers made sure the bass thumped in the pit of his stomach. Still, the volume was bearable. He looked around and spotted a bar on the right, the passageway to the restrooms next to it, while more rooms seemed to connect on the left. Each of the visitors, like himself, had appeared in fetish gear: Leather, latex, jock or scally. A limited colorful mixture, black clothes were clearly in the majority. While the athletes and scally lovers tended to be younger, it was the other way around for the leather and latex lovers. Exceptions to this seemed to confirm the rule.

Slowly Dennis made his way through the dancers towards the bar. First hands stroked over the smooth fabric of the pants or blatantly against his ass cheeks. He enjoyed the desires and worked his way further. The plug squeezed pleasantly with each step and ensured that his cock remained at half-mast. He was already eager to see what it would be like to feel a hot, wet, pulsing piece of flesh instead. The thought of it made him grow even harder. Two cute twinks in scally oufits stood at the bar and eyed him appreciatively. Dennis ordered a beer and toasted the two guys before turning to the dance floor and watching the action.

On the sidelines, one had a good view of the scenery. From the left, two older, stocky guys were just coming out of the restrooms, dressed completely in black leather. Rivets decorated their jackets, which somewhat resembled the look of classic rock stars. Both had graying half bald heads and full beards. One grinned and unabashedly grabbed the other's leather ass, causing the latter to stop, turn around and exchange French kisses. Amused, the young garbage worker let his gaze wander on, seeing pairs of eyes directed at him from several places on the dance floor every now and then. He definitely attracted attention, which was certainly very much related to his eye-catching outfit. The red elements were a real eye-catcher.

Dennis put the empty beer bottle back on the counter, gratefully declined the somewhat shy offer of another beer from one of the two twinks and strolled toward the adjacent rooms to his right. Again, he felt greedy hands grabbing at him or touching him more or less discreetly. But he didn't give a damn, because he didn't want to dance. He wanted action. Curious, he entered the twilight hallway that led away from the main room and opened up several rooms. He looked into the first room to his left and saw three couples enjoying themselves in alcoves separated by partitions. He strolled on and explored the other rooms: leather guys practicing dominance games, two jocks fiercely making out while jerking each other's stiff cocks, and a petite twink being desired by two older bears. The trainee took in more impressions and noticed how his rod was already fully hard and formed a distinct bulge in the crotch of his shiny black pants.

Briefly he thought about it, then he strolled back to the room with the two bears. They had already exposed the twink's ass and while one of them had taken him tenderly in his strong arms and made out with him, he used his hands to knead the boy's ass cheeks and pull them slightly apart so that his buddy could apply his piston in peace. A kiss stifled the twink's cry as the boner advanced into his hole. Sandwiched between the two powerful guys, he was now only their willing fuck toy. Dennis excitedly kneaded his bulge and sat down on the couch next to the couple, who were just humming over the boy, exchanging a French kiss while the cock was plowing in the tender ass of the youngster.

Now the two discovered the spectator, who then provocatively turned his bulging visible ass towards them. Already the paw of the seated bear was at his ass cheeks, stroking the shiny and smooth fabric of the pants and letting out an appreciative grunt. Dennis turned his head and grinned at him, wiggling his ass slightly and licking his lips. That was clearly enough for the broad-shouldered guy: he signaled his friend who dragged the twink aside to continue taking him on his own on the other half of the sofa. With a determined grip, the full-bearded guy, dressed in tight leather pants, pulled the garbageman to him on his lap. His hair was in an accurate facon cut with single gray strands. The first gray hairs also adorned the thick full beard. The torso was heavily hairy, plus he possessed broad shoulders, thick tattooed upper arms, and voluminous pecs. The nipples were adorned with two small ring-shaped piercings. Contrary to expectations, he had a slightly rounded belly, not too fat. A long transverse dick was visible in his pants, bulging the leather.

Excited, Dennis slid his smooth pants on the strong thighs of the guy, who grinned at him fat and ran his hands in black leather gloves over the shiny fabric of the tracksuit. A first, shy kiss, which was suddenly replaced by excessive smooching. The garbage man got really ratty and could hardly wait to be fucked by this horny daddy. The bulge in the crotch looked promising. The bear's questing paws were just traveling along the ass cheeks when they made a discovery: A small zipper was at the level of the rump. He grinned lecherously, reached back between Dennis' legs and pulled the fastener down. The boy on his lap moaned lustfully and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he had the best "fuck me" look on it that Frank, that was the muscle bear's name, had ever seen. The little chav must have really needed it. Well, he could be helped...

With his leather gloves he kneaded Dennis' ass cheeks again and ran his index finger through the furrow that was now exposed. What was that? He felt the flat end of a plug. Frank whistled through his teeth in surprise. He leaned forward and murmured, "Got your cunt all ready, huh? Are you ready for Daddy's magnificent cock?" A throaty moan was the answer, the young guy nodded and whispered, "Yes, Daddy, fuck me with your magnificent cock. Show me what you do to naughty boys like me!" Frank grunted and couldn't help smiling. He really went for it and left no stone unturned. He grabbed the end of the plug and pulled it out agonizingly slowly, feeling the slight twitch of the rosette. Dennis acknowledged it with moans, the plug produced horny feelings as it passed the ring of muscles. Gently he was fucked with the black intruder before Frank finally removed it with a soft plopping sound and put it aside.

"Open my fly," Frank now ordered in a much sterner tone, and the garbage man eagerly followed the instruction. A snap and a wide zipper separated him from the first real cock that would fuck him. He was more than ready and eager to finally be properly ridden. Dennis gasped as he exposed the dick that bobbed lazily towards him. A circumcised doozy, almost as long as his own, but certainly one and a half times as thick with an especially wide and large glans. Fine veins adorned the shaft. Underneath lay plump balls, adorned by a well-groomed hairiness. The young man licked his lips and took the cock in his mouth, began to blow it at the same time with jerking movements of his right hand. Male smell rose from the opened leather pants and further heated his horniness. Frank moaned and rhythmically pushed the head of the blower up and down.

After a few minutes the cock had reached full stiffness and Dennis sucked along the hot rod. By the collar of his jacket, Frank pulled him back up and slapped both hands on his thighs, which were stuck in his leather pants. Nimbly, the boy turned around, swung his legs over, and slowly lowered his ass until he felt the wet tip of his cock penetrate the slit in his pants and push its way into his ass crack. Frank grabbed the dick and pulled it through the tight crack a few times, grazing Dennis' rosette. It twitched and the garbage man felt a horny itch, he wanted to feel that cock now!

"Fuck me already!" the boy moaned willingly backwards. Frank grinned lustfully and looked at the firm apple butt that stood out in the pants shimmering in the pale light. The leather guy grabbed the boner and now pressed it gently against the rosette. The plug had done a good preliminary job, so she opened willingly, and the lubricant provided ideal greasing. The thick glans worked its way forward and stretched the channel open. Dennis gasped, but the pain was short-lived, the horniness shooting into his brain and clouding his senses. Even before the guy had completely sunk his pipe, he began to push his ass further down and impale himself with the complete length.

Dennis had no desire to wait and took over the direction without further ado: With loud grunts he began to move his ass rhythmically, with circular movements he provided the stimulation in exactly the right places to massage his cunt itching with horniness. Shivers of pleasure ran through him, it tingled throughout his body. How horny, that was worlds better than with the dildo at home, such a real meat hammer was much hotter and juicier, just lifelike. He enjoyed riding the cock as he pleased. Now he raised and lowered his pelvis to fuck himself. Moaning, he kept turning it up, increasing the pace and making more and more spectators enter their room to watch the spectacle.

Frank had resigned himself to the fact that the young guy set the pace. After all, he wasn't doing badly and apparently knew exactly what he wanted. He looked over at his buddy, who was moaning as he unloaded into the twink. They were making out and were still all over each other. He looked ahead: several onlookers in different styles of clothing were jerking off their hard-ons as they watched the young redneck hammer the cock into his cunt with yips and moans. Meanwhile, the garbage worker had put his right hand on his crotch and kept rubbing with pressure over his own cock and the balls in his pants. He was just hole and absolute horniness, really went off and offered their audience a mad show. Frank joined in the moaning and felt the constant friction on his glans driving him very quickly towards his launch. Just when he thought it was about to happen, however, the naughty brat abruptly stopped.

Grinning, he turned and looked Frank provocatively in the eye. The spectators were stunned: What was going on now? But the young guy didn't let that bother him, he didn't care about them anyway. Now he wanted to try something he had already practiced with the dildo: He let the cock extend a bit so that the ring below the glans was about level with his rosette. Abruptly he began to contract and release his ass muscles and repeated this in an irregular rhythm. Frank opened his eyes in surprise and cried out in excitement: He had never experienced that before! Dennis' reaction was a triumphant look and he pressed "Yes! Yes! Yes! Come on! Yessss!" he milked the hot fuck stick with vibrating ass muscles, continuing to rub his package through the soft fabric of his pants and biting his lower lip, so exciting was the whole thing for him. Now he finally wanted to feel the juice inside him, so he kept milking blithely and it didn't take long for the little bear to come either. With a roared "FUCK!" he squirted hot spurts of his semen deep into Dennis' greedy hole.

The feeling of the hot and wet sperm also sent him over the threshold himself: with his eyes closed, he snotted full into his pants, felt how the horny warm sauce spread under the shiny fabric and the goo in the crotch made everything more slippery. But the fabric let nothing through. With pleasure he massaged his still hard standing cock, which smacked in the mess. Dennis grinned at himself: Dirty Little Pig. He climbed down from the bear, said goodbye artfully with a wet tongue kiss, and moved away with his ass exposed, a single white trickle running down from it. He could hardly keep from being offered now, several guys crowded around him and escorted him out of the room, leading him down the hall to another room that had a sling. He willingly had the tracksuit removed, the harness finding appreciative looks. Then he allowed himself to be seated in it and tied down. With arms and legs fixed, he was now ready for more action.

The first of the group, a younger blond sportsman type with sun-tanned skin and unnaturally white teeth was about to approach him for a tap when a beefy guy in a dark balaclava that left only gaps for the eyes appeared in the background and simply pushed the guy aside. He wanted to protest, but the look the muscle guy gave Surfer Boy must have made an impression: He muttered something unintelligible, and he and his companions made an exit to find something else to fuck. Now that they were alone, Dennis took a closer look at the dominant guy: he was a bit taller than himself, had very broad shoulders, muscular, tattooed arms, beautiful deep brown tanned skin. His pecs and well-defined six-pack were covered with light dark hair, a tight-fitting harness constricted the muscle packs and provided extra horny definition. Apart from the mask and harness, he wore leather straps above his biceps and a tight-fitting leather jock that kept a massive bulge in check.

The guy eyed him intently through the holes in the balaclava, stroking his right hand, which was in a tight-fitting black leather glove, over the boy’s flat stomach and down to his ass cheeks. Dennis shuddered, the feel of the cool leather and the sight of the anonymous muscleman made him suddenly ratty again. Once again, his cock became hard and lay lengthwise on his belly. Attentively the guy registered this reaction to the caresses but said nothing. With two fingers he now felt into the still slightly gaping ass crack, found the wet rosette. Carefully he stroked it a few times, whereupon it twitched several times. Dennis moaned and closed his eyes. Then he felt a finger working its way forward. He relaxed the sphincter and already the tip of the finger slid in. The good lubrication from Frank's cum and the smooth leather of the glove made the advance an exceedingly stimulating experience. Dennis purred pleasantly and tossed his head back and forth in the sling as the guy began to fuck him with his finger.

Soon another finger joined in, which increased the horniness and caused no problems due to the good groundwork. While the guy plowed the hole, he began to stroke the belly with his left hand, over the chest until it reached the harness. The muscular guy grabbed at the intersection of the straps and slowly turned it clockwise, putting the straps under tension and making Dennis groan in agony and arousal at the same time. Was the muscular guy grinning under his mask? The young garbage worker couldn't tell, but most likely it made his counterpart keen to demonstrate his power to him. But he would not complain, such a dominant guy he had always wanted.

Suddenly the masked man let go of him and also withdrew his fingers from the hole. He turned and walked to a metal locker at the other end of the room. Through the dim light, Dennis could see that the guy had dark-haired strong legs and seemed to be wearing black combat boots. The boy puffed heavily and continued to watch: the guy was opening the doors of the locker and taking out a few items. Due to the lighting conditions, however, he couldn't make out what they were in detail. A short time later, the stud was back at the sling, placing the items on a small metal side table that could have been in an operating room. He opened a can and took from it a large portion of lube, with which he smeared a long and quite thick black dildo. Dennis made eyes, because the thing was quite powerful, even if it did not take the maximum dimensions of his pump dildo. But compared to Frank's dick, the thing was clearly bigger.

When he saw how generous the guy was with the lubricant, he relaxed. After all, the other took consideration and with a little familiarization it would certainly be horny to be fucked by him. The masked man additionally smeared some gel between the buttocks and then put the dildo on. Gently and grasping it with both hands, he pressed the tip against the soft rosette, which immediately opened again. Although the glans was clearly thicker, Dennis felt no pain, only horny tightness from something big that filled him completely. A wonderful feeling! The black intruder was pushed back and forth at varying speeds, and he felt the pleasantly cooling lubricant spreading everywhere inside him, turning everything into a slippery slide. With screwing movements his cunt was now stretched even further in anticipation of what was to follow.

The muscle guy did his work with high concentration and seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Nothing was left to chance. A short time later, the boy's hole had widened considerably, the dildo slipped in and out effortlessly. Unnoticed by the garbage man in the sling, his stallion had already freed himself from the jock with two snaps and was standing in front of the sling with a stiff bobbing boner. It was about time to take the real plunge. He left the dildo in and took some lubricant from the table again. The guy jerked his cock with pleasure and Dennis gasped when he saw the rod for the first time: a fat circumcised glans with an equally wide shaft, covered with numerous veins and ending in low-hanging big balls. The monster even surpassed his own prick slightly in length. Impossible that the thing had fit into the jock when fully extended, apparently the guy had enjoyed the foreplay as much as he had.

After another load of lube for the still slightly open cunt, the muscle guy put on. Due to all the gel, the glans slipped away a few times upwards over the rear sight, but then the stallion took his right paw to help and pressed against the rosette. The garbageman tried to relax as best he could, smoothly the ring of muscles stretched open, and the massive glans overcame the obstacle. A cry of pain escaped Dennis' throat; the dildo had apparently not quite been able to prepare him for the monster that now desired entrance. The guy pulled the glans out again a bit, which promptly provided relief. With his left hand, he fished a small bottle off the table and unscrewed it. Dennis recognized it as poppers and nodded, whereupon the guy held the vial under his nose. He took a big swig and shortly thereafter noticed the effect of the drug kicking in. The stallion quickly tried a second time. And this time it worked well, without pain the huge meat hammer passed the rosette and conquered the inside. Dennis didn't know if it was a side effect of the poppers, but all he felt was great tightness in his ass and the irrepressible desire to be nailed hard. He moaned and with a slightly fogged look he stammered, "Fuck me!".

But the muscular guy took his time, carefully moving his cock back and forth, closely watching every reaction of the boy fixed in the sling. After a few minutes he offered him another load of poppers. This was readily accepted and then the guy started with light fucking movements. At first only up to three quarters of the length of the cock, but as Dennis was just drooling and gurgling with happiness in the sling, the masked man steadily increased the pace and length with which he went in. It worked better and better and both the cock and the cunt now seemed to be a perfect fit. The pace increased again and with a powerful jerk the guy pushed the whole length into the fuck channel. Panting and with eyes widened in shock, Dennis looked at the stud half bent over him, but he strangely felt no pain.

Just greedy horniness and the heat radiated from the powerful piston deep inside. The garbage man only grunted, and the fucking continued. Now the rhythm was interrupted again and again by sudden, slapping thrusts. At this, the muscle guy growled loudly, and Dennis screamed out his horniness. The fat rod gave him pleasures in so many ways in completely new dimensions: The feeling of fullness, the stretching of the rosette, the pressure-filled but still pleasant friction in the bowels, the moist heat and the continuous penetration of the prostate with every movement were by far the horniest things the boy had experienced so far. No comparison with his previously beloved pump dildo, this fucker was the ultimate pleasure instrument!

Continuously moaning, with rolling eyes, head turning back and forth, Dennis now received the hard thrusts with which he was fucked. He was just hole and enjoyed like never before in his life. It was just indescribably horny, and the young garbage man wished that this state of ecstasy would never end. The stallion also seemed to be getting his money's worth now. Grumbling and grunting like a wild bull, he fucked at an ever-wilder pace into the cunt that was completely defenseless against him. Again and again he took his hands off the boy's feet fixed in chains and stroked his own nipples decorated with barbell piercings.

A small crowd had long since formed at the entrance to the room and followed the furious spectacle in the sling, groaning softly. The continuous stimulation in the anus was too much for Dennis: With a loud groan he felt it coming and abruptly roared: "FUCK YES! OH, SAAAAD!!!" In never-ending spurts, he squirted beautiful white sperm on his belly. The twitching rosette also milked the monster inside him at the same time. With a deafening roar his stallion pushed the rod one last time deep into the gaping cunt and flooded it shortly thereafter with the hot juice. After the orgasm had subsided, both gasped in exhaustion and now heard the excited whispering and individual cries of pleasure from the spectators at the door. They ignored it and tried to collect themselves again. Sweat covered their skin, the first beads of perspiration dripping onto the steaming body of the young lad in the sling as the muscleman bent over him. He nodded appreciatively to the man lying beneath him before straightening up again and, taking a step backwards, finally pulled his cock out. A gush of cum flowed out of the wide-open hole behind him and slapped audibly on the tiled floor. Gratefully, Dennis registered how his bonds were loosened.