Toilet Training Tony

Tony was at the complete mercy of whoever was on the other side of this wall.

“…C’mon, man…C’mon man…” he chanted over and over, a mantra hanging on the end of every breath as he stood there, gripping the top of this wall, stretched flush to that cold metal, his crotch crushed onto that hole in this cubicle.

He had been hanging there for what felt like an hour. He could smell his own stink, felt that trickle of sweat tracing down his ribs. When he had slipped his dick into that gloryhole he had gotten on tip-toe to get his balls through, but that now proved to be utter torture as he hung there.

“…Please, please man…c’mon on…lemme…” Tony begged, chanting to himself.

Tony knew that whoever was toying with his dick on the other side of that wall wasn’t paying any attention to his pleading.

His dick had been stroked, slobbered and teased to the point of orgasm so many times, left untouched to throb and twitch, feeling it bounce off that tongue laying under his dickhead as it pulsed to the rhythm of his hammering heartbeat, and Tony knew he would cum a gallon if he could just shoot now.

He needed to cum or he would die here, mounted to this wall like some trophy catch, he thought.

Someone knew what they were doing making this hole as he ground the root of his dick on that smooth cool edge. Even on his toes, flush against that wall, Tony would jerk his hips forward as those lips hit bottom on his shaft, that throat opening for his mushroom head, sliding slowly down that gullet, those lips gnawing at the root his hose, that spongy head milked by that throat.

“…Ohhh, man…c’mon…jus’ lemme go…lemme…cum…” he whimpered as that mouth rose off his dick again.

Those lips fluttered under his shaft down to his balls, like marbles when held in that tight fist, rolling in that walnut ballsack as they were licked, then both chewed on in that wide craw, pulled down hard from his body and then suddenly released and slapped hard.

With just his dick the entire focus of this torture, Tony hadn’t notice how hard his nipples had gotten till he pressed against that cold wall. His tanktop had shifted and the metal grazing his right nipple was yet another exquisite torture, Tony finally letting go of the wall with one hand and grabbing that rubbery nub in a hard tug.

Fuck, if only I could make myself cum, maybe this fag who was so hungry for dick, who was working so hard for this meal, would let him free. Just then he heard the squeak of the toilet door and he held his breath.

Damn, what if it was Darrell or Dwayne. Fuck, how could he ever explain this? That whistling he heard was not like Darrell and now Tony thought that he was at least going to have a chance to escape. He would explain, he could get free and find out just who the fuck it was on the other side, this captor using his dick as a personal play toy.

Damn, man, this was gonna be good. He would really enjoy beating the shit outta this cocksucker.

“…Hey, hey…man…come here… I need ya…” he spoke softly as heard the person who had entered shuffling around those urinals.

The whistling stopped and all he could now hear was that wet slobbering of those lips on his dick. That mouth on the other side had never stopped suckling on the tip of his dick.

Damn, this man had no shame, man. The footsteps stopped outside his booth and it was then Tony realized he had not locked the door as he entered the booth. Holding on with one hand to the top of that booth he reached out, the door swinging open and there, filling that doorway, was a uniformed janitor.

Thank God, I am saved, thought Tony.

“Doncha boys ever stop?” Kurt Kowalski said scowling, looking down at Tony’s crotch plastered to that hole. He just stood in the doorway, smirking at this scene as Tony hung by one hand, his shorts puddled around his ankles.“

Don’ jes' stand there, man…” Tony blurted out. 

With that the blond beefy janitor strode into the booth, stepping behind Tony and grabbed him by the hair. Yanking his head back he stared down at Tony hard, his mouth sneering at his helpless situation.

“Wha, you need more than whatcha gettin’, boy…” he spat out, pulling Tony’s head even further back, making him wince and start to gasp as the janitor squeezed up close behind him. Tony could swear that he felt a big hardon wrapped beneath those overall, brushing against his round boy buns.

“Man, I need ya to… arrggghh…c’mon…” Tony gurgled.

That blond beefy stud now ground his crotch against his ass, the door suddenly swinging shut.

“Yeah, I’m just tha' man to help ya out…” he slurred into Tony’s ear.

His hot breath was seasoned by cigarettes and a hint of scotch, fogging the air as he let go of Tony’s hair and gripped his pecs from behind, those hard callused fingers raking across his hard nipples. Tony gasped as the blond stud continued to grind his own hips flush against Tony’s tight buns.

“No, man I need ya to…Help me ta…C’mon…man…” Tony groaned.

Tony suddenly realized the scene was being totally misunderstood by this beefy hunk, not knowing what the real situation was. As Tony turned his head, suddenly this stud jammed two fingers into his mouth, twisting them roughly over his tongue and hitting the back of his throat, making Tony gag.

“I got you man, jes’ lemme help you, boy…” he said as he planted his lips on Tony’s shoulder and started to gnaw up along his neck. 

All the while Kurt was pumping his hips against Tony’s ass, making his own dick jump. He felt the mouth on the other side stop sucking, taking an even tighter grip on his boyballs. As the man took his fingers from deep in his mouth they twisted across his lips, glistening with his saliva. He heard the zipper of the janitor’s jumpsuit being undone and suddenly he felt that swelling dick snap up, nuzzling between his legs.

“No, man…oh, no man, not like tha'…man, lemme…” was all he got out before he felt those sloppy fingers slipping between his ass cheeks and he let out a loud yelp.

That hand spread that cleft of his asscheeks, those fingers scratching across his asslips, twisting against his tight puckered hole. He was bouncing on his toes as those fingertips ground harder, roughly spearing at his virgin asslips.

“Ohhh, man…noooo…” he moaned, his head dropping to the side. He looked down to see that hand twisting between his buns and just below that thick raging hardon, bouncing even higher on his toes to get away from the abuse of those fingers, his ass spasming as those fingertips pried at his tight rosebud.

“If ya gonna be a screamer…” the janitor said and a rag was suddenly jammed between his teeth sealing off his air, his eyes tearing up from the scent of heavy duty cleanser on that filthy rag.

He was moaning and thrashing and only then did he realize that man on the other side had suddenly let go of his balls, had somehow released his dick from the hole.

Tony pulled straight back from the hole, his wet dick slapping up stiffly against his stomach and, in that movement, he suddenly jammed that first knuckle of those thick fingers deep into his own ass.

To Be Continued..

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