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The Big Bull was a name I’d heard Jake and Tony throw around at the gym. According to them, it was a place you went to empty your balls, with sex always being on the table. I got hard thinking about a place where you walked in and left with a girl begging for your dick. I’d never been, but they’d hyped it up so much, that when they invited me to come with them, I immediately accepted, thoughts of delicious sex and pussy causing my cock to stir.
My name is Roy. I’m 5’5’’ with a lean, smooth, and hairless body that usually wowed the ladies, especially the ones who liked a softer touch from a man. My soft black hair is trimmed and styled, and I keep a clean-shaven look. My cock is 5’’, but it has never let me down. Women always said it felt just right, that their pussies liked it more than those huge dicks other guys brag about. I’ll admit that was a confidence boost I took to heart and started relying on to display a cocky swagger, so everyone would know who was boss when I was around. I’m also a sweet talker, and my grin has sealed the deal for my hookups more times than I can count. I also spend a lot of time at the gym, keeping my body in tip-top shape. Needless to say, all that effort paid off seeing as my body was finely tuned, my muscles taught and lean, and my butt built and sculpted quite well since I refused to leave any part of me unattended. I may not be the tallest, but I’m the slickest, always one step ahead, always the guy running the show.
Jake and Tony were my boys. They were regulars at the gym I go to, and we hit off right away, trading workout tips and sharing dirty sex talk that always got me wound up. Jake’s a giant. He’s 6’4’’ of white marble with a scruffy beard, ginger hair, and a dad bod hiding muscles so thick his biceps and thighs are as big as my head, hairy as a goddamn bear, and packing a 10’’ beast he’s always bragging about. Tony’s no slouch either. He’s almost as tall as Jake at 6’2’’, dark-skinned, hairy too, with a clean beard and a chiseled, muscled frame. His thick 8’’ dick is the kind of thing you hear about in locker room stories, mighty as a sword and thick as a beer can. They were constantly hyping me up and raining applause on my sexual conquests, and that really boosts a guy’s ego, you know? And tonight, I was ready to show them how it’s done at their spot, hoping to catch myself some wet holes for all of us.
I strutted into The Big Bull like I owned the place, my chest out and stretching my black polo shirt, my jeans perfectly hugging my honed legs and my muscle ass, ready to charm the panties off some chick. On first look, the bar was honestly subpar. Dim lights, sticky floors, a jukebox pumping out low, gritty rock. All that I could excuse if it weren’t for one main thing. There were no girls. Not a single one. No college chicks giggling over shots, no women in tight skirts shaking their asses. Just a dozen or so dudes scattered around, leaning against the bar or slouched in booths. They all eyed us up and down as we walked in, and I got the sense that we were gonna have some competition tonight.
Jake shrugged it off when I asked him about the dry state of the bar. Girls would show up, he said. They always did.
“Can’t wait to get my dick wet man,” I said, sliding into a booth with Jake and Tony. The leather creaked under Tony’s bulk, and Jake’s massive frame took up half the space, his hairy arm brushing mine as he leaned back.
Tony grinned, his teeth flashing in the dim light. “Chill, Roy. Night’s young. You’ll get yours.”
Jake chuckled, his deep voice rumbling. “Yeah, man. Big Bull always delivers. Just gotta wait for it.”
I smirked, sipping the beer the bartender, a huge bear of a guy with tattoos snaking up his hand to his neck, dropped off.
“Better be worth it. I didn’t drag my ass out here to drink with you two losers,” I shot back at them teasingly.
They shared a laugh at that while Jake rubbed my back encouragingly, and I didn’t give it much thought. I was the guy who could walk into any bar and have a girl on her knees in ten minutes flat. The Big Bull was just another stage for me to run the game. The bar stayed empty, though, and it was starting to grate on me. The guys around us weren’t even subtle now, their eyes lingering on me, Jake, and Tony like we were the reason that the bar was as dry as a desert. The jukebox switched to a slower, dirtier beat, and the air felt more stifling. I leaned back, scanning the room, my confidence unshaken. Girls or no girls, I was still the slickest motherfucker in here. Tony was halfway through a story about some chick he’d fucked last week, his hands waving, beer sloshing.
“Man, she was screaming my name, left claw marks on my back,” he said, his voice booming.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, Tony, sure. The money definitely didn’t play a part.”
Jake laughed, his massive hand smashing my back.
“Roy, you’re one to talk. When was the last time you got laid? Your little dick’s probably forgotten how to work,” Tony smirked.
“Fuck you,” I shot back, grinning. “I’m choosy, alright? I don’t just stick it in anything that breathes like you two.”
That was my thing, being the guy who picks the prize, who makes them chase me. I didn’t need to prove shit to these clowns. The girls will come naturally.
But the night dragged, and still no girls. Jake and Tony started acting off, their laughs too loud, their glances too long. I brushed it off, downing another beer, ready to bounce if this place didn’t deliver soon. Then Jake stood, stretching his massive arms, his biceps bulging like fucking cannonballs under his hair.
“Yo, Roy, come with me to the bathroom. Gotta take a piss, and I need you to make sure I don’t miss.”
I laughed, thinking he was screwing around. “Fuck off, man. You need help aiming that thing, that’s your problem.”
He grinned, but it wasn’t his usual easy smile. It was sharper, hungrier. “Come on, don’t be a pussy. Let’s go.”
Tony smirked, leaning back in the booth. “Yeah, Roy. Help a brother out.”
I rolled my eyes but got up, following Jake through the bar. It felt weird following another guy into the bathroom, but I shook it off. Jake was my bro, and he wouldn’t ask a weird thing like that if he didn’t have a good reason. The bathroom was down a dark hallway, just far enough for the noise from the bar to fade a bit. The walls were stained and the air reeked of piss and bleach. Jake pushed the door open, and I followed, still thinking this was some dumb joke.
The bathroom was surprisingly bigger than I expected, with the fluorescent light flickering overhead. Jake headed for the urinal and unzipped his pants.
“The fuck did you drag me here for, Jake?” I questioned him.
I didn’t mean to look at his dick, but it was hard not to with that absolute size. It was so long, that the urinal wall barely covered it from my view.
“You like what you see, Roy?” Jake laughed instead of answering me, shaking the last few drops of piss from his dick. I swear that thing generated wind waves.
“Yeah, right,” I snorted at his comment.
He turned and leaned against the sink, his massive frame filling the empty bathroom, his manly frame shining more in this cramped space.
“What’s the deal, man?” I said, crossing my arms, my confidence still rock-solid.
Jake’s grin widened, and he stepped closer, his boots heavy on the tile. “No girls are showing up tonight, Roy,” he said with a smirk. I found it weird how he seemed happy about that, but I took it at face value.
“It’s okay, man. Maybe tonight isn’t the Bull’s day, but maybe next time. For now, let’s bounce and-” I assured him, thinking he might be embarrassed their hyped-up bar wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, but he immediately cut me off.
“No, Roy, this is how it always is at the Big Bull. Girls can’t handle how wild it gets here.” He said, his deep voice spelling every word carefully
I frowned, my smirk faltering. “Then why the fuck are we here in the first place?”
“You see, the Big Bull is a guaranteed sex destination because…” He unzipped his jeans, slow and deliberate, pulling out that ten-inch monster, already half-hard, thick and heavy in his hand, “a guy will always take care of you here, even if girls don’t.”
My eyes widened, and I took a step back, my back hitting the wall. “Whoa, man, what the fuck?”
“Relax, Roy,” Jake said, his voice low and soothing, but with an edge that made my stomach twist. “It’s not gay. Just helping a brother out. You’re my boy, right? You got my back.”
My heart was pounding now, my mouth dry as sand. “I’m not sucking your dick, Jake. Fuck off with that shit.”
He stepped closer, and I stepped backward until my back hit the wall. His massive frame was towering over me, his hairy arm brushing mine as he leaned in.
“Come on, Roy. Don’t be a bitch. Just a little help. You’re always going on about us being bros. Now, put your money where your mouth is.”
I shoved him, my hands hitting his chest, but it was like pushing a goddamn mountain. He didn’t budge, just grinned wider, his cock twitching in his hand.
“Get the fuck away from me,” I snapped, my voice cracking, my confidence shaking for the first time. My eyes kept flicking to his dick, huge and intimidating, like it was challenging me.
Jake’s hand shot out, grabbing the back of my neck, hard enough to make me wince but not enough to hurt.
“Get on your knees, Roy,” he said, his voice firm, not asking. “It’s just us. No one’s gonna know.”
I fought it, twisting in his grip, my heart hammering like a drum.
“Fuck you, man! I’m not doing this!” I shoved again, my hands clawing at his arm, but he was too strong.
His grip was like a metal claw, and he forced me down, my knees hitting the cold tile with a thud. I felt my whole body freeze as his hand squeezed my nerves through my neck, the pain forcing me to cower in front of him.
“Stop fucking fighting,” Jake growled, his hand tightening, making the pain grow.
He slapped my cheek with his other hand hard, and my head snapped to the side. I was shaking now, my hands grabbing his thighs, thick as tree trunks and hairy under my palms, trying to push him away.
“I’m not a fag, Jake!” I spat, my voice hoarse, but my eyes were locked on his cock, inches from my face, the musky scent hitting me like a punch and making me dizzy. I felt sick and angry, but there was something else, something intriguing creeping up my spine. Jake slapped me again, lighter this time, his fingers grazing my jaw.
“Just open your mouth, Roy. Open it and roll out your tongue. Be a good boy,” His voice echoed in my skull.
I shook my head, my eyes burning, tears starting to form as I tried to twist away, but Jake’s grip was relentless, pulling me closer, his cock brushing my lips. I flinched, my breath hitching, but he didn’t let up, guiding himself against my mouth.
“Do it, Roy,” he said, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. “It’s not gay. Just a bro thing.”
His pink, spongy head was now fully pressing against my lips. Backed against the wall and with no way to escape, I felt my body crumble as my lips parted and let him in.
“Thaaat’s it, that’s a good boy.” His words were entrancing, like a powerful reassurance that this was okay.
His cock finally plunged into my throat and I had no way to stop it. My body felt paralyzed as his warm meat filled my mouth. I gagged almost instantly, my throat convulsing around Jake’s massive ten-inch cock as it pushed deeper, the musky taste overwhelming my senses. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I was getting the full taste of a man right away. I looked up pleadingly at Jake, seeing if he'd spare me, but I recognized the look in his eyes and I gave up. It was the same look I had when I finally broke in a woman I brought home when nothing was going to stop me from busting a load in them.
Jake's thick shaft stretched my lips to their limit. My hands clawed at his hairy thighs, the coarse hair prickling my palms as I tried to push him away, but it was like fighting a fucking bull in heat. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, my chest heaving as I fought to breathe, to think, to hold onto the man I was... no, am.
“Stop fucking squirming, Roy,” Jake growled while trying to hold my head in place.
I felt myself sobbing silently as I gave in to Jake's advance. Helpless to stop it, I realized I might as well get it over with as quickly as I could. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and rolled my tongue out like a dog as instructed, trying to ease his access to my throat. His cock was enormous, like a fire hose making its way inside my throat. As I got accustomed to the way it pushed my throat open, I tried my best to take it in, fighting my gag reflex.
Out of the blue, Jake slapped my cheek again sharply but with a controlled knowing force.
“No teeth, you hear me? Be a good little cocksucker and cover them with your lips.”
I shook my head, or tried to, my muffled protests coming out as pathetic whimpers around his cock.
“Mmph- No! MMMPHH-FUCK!” I managed to garble out those words, my tears spilling now, hot and humiliating as they streaked down my face. I wanted this to end, I wanted to go back outside, but I didn't even know if I hold my head high like I did before if I walked out right now.
Instinctively, as if in a trance, I started bobbing my head along with Jake's thrusts, trying to get a rhythm going. I didn't even realize what I was doing until I was doing it. I just thought of the ways I liked getting my cock sucked and naturally applied them as if it was obvious.
I started swelling my tongue around the head, tasting the sweet musk and salty precum spewing from it. I started convulsing my throat around Jake's cock as if milking it with my inner muscles. Droll and spit were now shining on his cock and dribbling down my face, making me look even more pathetic, but making the blowjob easier.
Jake’s hand moved to my jaw, forcing it open wider, his thumb pressing down on my tongue.
“I said no teeth, Roy,” he snapped, delivering another light slap, just enough to make my skin burn. “Suck it right, or I’ll make you regret it.”
I was shaking, my hands gripping his thighs harder, my nails digging into his skin, but he didn’t flinch. My tears were flowing freely now, my vision blurring as I took him deeper. I wasn't able to see properly, so I didn't realize how far I'd gotten until I felt my nose smash against his thick ginger pubes. I gagged again, my body jerking, but something was shifting, something even I didn't understand.
“There you go,” Jake murmured, his voice softening, dripping with that condescending tone that made my stomach twist. “That's how it's done. You're a natural, Roy. Taking my ten inches right off the bat like that. Not even girls can do it the first time."
I hated it, hated him, hated the way my body was responding, but I couldn’t stop. My lips tightened around him, my head bobbing, my throat relaxing as it reshaped itself to fit his tool. He held his position in me for a while, and I felt utterly powerless just sitting there with ten inches of man meat stuffed down my throat, but I couldn't stop it.
Eventually, he started moving once he got his fill of the first fuck. Slow at first then picking up the face as he dug harder, constantly giving me instructions and tips. I obeyed. The taste was intense, salty, and overwhelming, but it was doing something to me, pulling me into a haze I couldn’t fight. I was crying, my sobs muffled around his cock, but I was sucking harder, my tongue sliding along his shaft like a lollipop, trying my best to please him so he'd let me go. My hands were no longer pushing him away but holding on, like his thighs were the only thing keeping me from falling apart.
All of a sudden, the bathroom door creaked open, and my heart fucking stopped. It was none other than Tony. He stepped in, his massive frame filling the doorway, his dark eyes glinting as he took in the scene. No, no, no. My pride was already squashed by Jake, but I wanted to keep it in front of Tony at least. Even if Jake talked, I'd find a way to downplay it.
I froze, panic surging through me as I felt shame and embarrassment worse than being paraded naked in the streets. I tried to pull back, but Jake’s hand didn't budge, keeping me in place, his cock sliding deeper, choking off my scream.
"Don’t stop, Roy,” Tony said, his voice low and amused, like he was watching a puppy take its first steps. "I just came in to check how you were coming along, and it looks like Jake was right on the money.”
My eyes widened, my eyes darting between him and Jake as they surrounded me.
"Told you he'd be a natural. No one trains their ass like that for women," Jake told Tony as he kept fucking my mouth. I shook my head against Jake’s cock that was wedging my head in place, my eyes wide with horror.
“Mmph- no!” I tried to yell, but it came out as a pathetic gurgle, and Jake just thrust harder, making me gag again.
Tony laughed, stepping closer, his boots thudding on the tile, his shadow falling over me like a fucking storm cloud.
"Look! He's even enjoying it!" Tony said, his voice delighted as his boots prodded at my crotch.
That was when I realized. The pain of Jake's advances was too distracting, but when Tony pointed it out, I couldn't ignore it anymore. no... no, no, no, NO, NO, NOOOO. WHY WAS I HARD????
I moaned loudly over the cock in my mouth and tried to close up my legs as Tony pushed my crotch lightly with his boot, my now-apparent erection straining against my jeans. I couldn't deny it anymore, I was enjoying it.
“Crying like a little bitch, but he’s loving it. Don’t worry, Roy. We got you. Just keep going. You can spread your legs all you want. You'll need to anyways.”
I was trapped, Jake’s hand on my neck, Tony looming beside me. I couldn't tell if it was tears or spit covering my face, but it was a lot. Jake's cock never stopped for a second, his head hitting the back of my throat with each thrust, his balls slapping against my chin, and my nose getting a full whiff of his sweaty pubes each time.
As he watched, Tony's bulge became quite visible, his thick trunk outlined perfectly on his pants.
"Yo, Jake! Come on, man, lemme have some of that pussy!"
Jake nodded at him and with a move just as powerful as his neck grab, he shifted me as I moved frantically on the floor to keep up with his turning body, his cock still fully in me. Not being able to wait any longer, Tony’s hands were on me now, yanking my jeans down, the denim scraping my smooth skin as he exposed my ass to the cold air.
Whatever fear I felt from Jake's blowjob, it was nothing compared to the thought of what Tony planned to do with my ass. I got a second wind of resistance as I pushed against them, each holding me from one end, but Tony's hands on my bare hips were electric and stronger than me, his perfectly muscled body on a different level than mine.
“Relax, Roy,” Tony said, "It's just a dick, take it like a man.”
He unbuckled his pants and his cock sprang to life, an absolute monster. I felt a shudder run through me as I gazed at it. Coincidentally, Jake let me go just enough to catch my breath, an opportunity I used to please immediately.
“No, please, Tony! We're friends, you can't do this to me! Please, that thing'll wreck my asshole! PLEASE, TONY, PLEASE!” I was outright crying as I begged him, but it was useless, just bitch noises to the two guys towering over me.
Jake pushed my head back down on his cock and I went down without gagging this time, while Tony spit on his hand and started stroking his cock, his other hand prying open my ass with his big shovel hands. It felt weird having a guy grab at my ass like it was a plush toy like that, but his grip felt powerful, like my ass was perfect for him to hold.
Fuck, no, what was I thinking. I tried to ignore these thoughts as Tony raised his cock at my now exposed hole, his thick mighty head knocking on my backdoor.
"Yup, prime bitch pussy. Only fags have an ass this smooth. Your pink hole looks just like a woman's pussy, Roy! But you must've known that, or else you wouldn't have kept it this silky smooth.“
Then, he started pushing inside. I may have resisted when Jake forced me to blow him, but no amount of clinching or pushing would've helped as Tony rammed his beer can fuck stick in my asshole and took my cherry.
"Ah..AAAAAHHHHHHHAAHHH!!!" I yelled out at the top of my lungs, a small part of me afraid of what the other bargoers will think, but most of my mind immediately crashed as Tony's cock tore open my anal pathway. It burned so hot, I had to actively throw my ass all around as a reflex.
"Push out, Roy. Be a good bitch and push out if you don't want it to hurt." Tony ordered as his hand came crashing down on my ass cheek.
If Jake's slaps were disciplinary, Tony's were straight-up heavy punishment. The slap set my ass on fire. I bucked, my body jolting wildly like a man possessed, trying to get him off, my hands clawing at the tile, my sobs choking me as I fought to breathe around Jake’s cock.
Tony was too strong, his hands gripping my hips, holding me as he sank deeper, his thick eight inches stretching me open.
"Fuck, you’re tight,” Tony groaned, uncaring to my violent tantrum under him. “Gonna break you in, Roy. Gonna make you our little breeding bitch. Only bitches have such tight pussies.”
I was crying harder, the pain blinding me as Tony started moving, his cock fucking me raw, resizing my hole against its will and making it a proper pussy. I was fighting it, my mind screaming that this wasn’t me. I was the smoothest player bastard in the room, not some slut getting railed in a bathroom. But Jake’s cock was still in my mouth, his hands guiding me, and Tony’s thrusts were hitting something inside me, a spot that made my vision blur, and made my cock throb harder than it ever had.
“Shh, Roy,” Jake murmured, his voice dripping with that fake sympathy, his hand stroking my hair like I was a fucking pet.
Another light slap from Tony, this one on my thigh, sharp enough to make me jump in my awkward position.
"Andddd, there you go! Once I've fucked past that inner anal ring, you're pretty much broken in. Congratulations, Roy!" Tony said, his words filled with sarcastic glee.
Rocking between them, my cries started fading as I focused all my effort on making them cum. I needed to finish this, to help them so they'd let me go. But as I got into the rhythm of their fucking, swinging between them as their thrusts smashed me like I was a pin pong ball, the pain started fading, melting into something else, something hot and overwhelming that I couldn’t fight. I moaned harder, not understanding what was happening to me, and Tony laughed and picked up the pace, burrowing his full eight inches deep into my hole, making my cheeks mash against his hard, prickly pubes.
I unconsciously ground my ass against his solid powerful body, trying to get the right angle for his cock to breed me. That only made him fuck me harder, hitting that spot again and again.
“There it is,” he said, slapping my ass again, making me jump again and howl from the pain. “Knew you’d love it. Look at you, taking it like a proper slut.”
I hated the words, hated them, but my body was giving in, my lips tightening and widening for Jake's cock, my ass clenching around Tony as he fucked me, my ass lips grabbing onto him for dear life as his enormous cock reshaped my hole. But most importantly, the pleasure was building up despite the tears. My cock was leaking, untouched and ignored as it swayed pathetically near the ground while the two real cocks were making a bitch out of me, and I was losing it, my sobs turning to moans, my body moving with them, meeting Tony’s thrusts, my tongue working Jake’s shaft like I’d been doing it my whole life.
In that moment, it dawned on me that I was theirs, and the worst part was, I was starting to fucking love it. My mind and body were too tired and weak at that point to think, and I moved myself naturally, trying to accommodate them both and get more of their cocks in me, as much as physically possible, even though they weren't even holding me down anymore. A single final tear slipped from my eye, mourning my broken mouth and ass, before a loud series of moans and groans coming from me filled the bathroom like I was a cheap hooker on crack.
Jake came first, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he dove as deep as possible, his cum hot and thick as it spilled down my throat, forcing me to swallow. I gagged, but I didn’t pull away. The taste was strangely okay. It was a bit salty and coated the walls of my mouth heavily as I struggled to hold it all in my mouth and gulp down as much as possible. I didn't even need Jake to hold my head, which made me a little proud of my strength. My lips kept working him as he groaned, his hands resting on the sink behind him. Due to my inexperience, I couldn't time his spurts well, and as I drew away from his cock thinking I had done everything I could, it shot an arc through the air in his subsiding orgasm and hit me square in the face, getting my eyes and nose and mouth.
"Always knew you were a cocksucker, Roy. Knew you wouldn't disappoint me," he said with a hoarse voice. I mumbled out a slight thanks as I took deep breaths, trying to recover from the throat workout I just got and trying to catch as much of his leftover oozing cum on my face so he won't be angry with me.
Tony wasn’t far behind, his thrusts like a dog in heat, his voice a low growl as he slammed into me, filling me up. I felt myself moan like a whore as his cum spurted inside me, hot and deep. His cock must have burrowed deep, as I felt his seed all over my abdomen. There was a certain warmth to it that surprised me, like it filled me up well.
The combination of new sensations coursing through my body proved too much as the two loads of my top men settled into my stomach and anal depths. With my voice faltering, I came without touching myself, my cock spurting onto the tiles, my body shaking as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me empty and broken, a brand new marked slut. And the orgasm. Oh my God, the orgasm. I had never experienced anything like that in my entire life with all the women I've been with. This was on a different level of intensity. I couldn't help but wail and shout as loudly as my mess of a body allowed, most probably alerting everyone in the bar as to what was happening to me, but I didn't care, I was too far gone. All the heat from my ass started flowing into my cock, making it tingle as it bounced with each spurt. My tears were gone, and the pleasure was undeniable. A sick, dizzying truth I couldn’t escape.
My previous bros, now tops, pulled out of me with wet pops on either end, leaving me slumped on the floor, my jeans around my ankles, my body trembling, tears and spit and cum drying on my face. Jake zipped up, his grin lazy, satisfied.
“Good job, Roy. Knew you had it in you.”
Tony laughed, adjusting himself, his dark eyes glinting. “Yeah, man. You’re a natural.”
I was shaking, my voice raw as I looked up at them, my eyes burning with desperation, some semblance of a brain coming back to me.
“Please,” I said, my voice cracking, barely a whisper. I was talking just like a whore doing a walk of shame. “Don’t tell anyone. This stays between us. We're bros, right? Just us. I can’t- nobody can know! Guys, please!"
Tomy laughed, and Jake crouched down, his massive hand patting my head like I was a goddamn puppy.
"Don’t worry, Roy. We got you. It’s our little secret," Jake smirked, but Tony was still laughing, and I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“I won’t say a word, man. But you know, everyone out there’s already waiting," Tony said between laughs, and I felt my heart drop, my breath hitching in my throat.
"No, man... you can't!” I croaked out a plea. My voice was trembling, my hands clutching at Tony's thick muscle thigh, his spent cock inches from my face looking very inviting. I almost latched on to it out of habit.
Tony didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed my face as my body went limp in his hold, and slapped his cock on my face a few times, smearing all the cum and drool all over me, before shoving it into my mouth. Jake might have trained me, but I still gagged pretty hard as Tony's much bigger girth found its way home. I was so powerless under him, I couldn't even react as Jake walked to the door and peered outside. A quick look begging for mercy from me was met by a cold smirk from him.
"YO! The bitch is broken in! Pussy is free for everyone! Come get your piece!" Jake yelled into the bar.
My body froze and my blood ran cold as the bar erupted in cheers, boots stomping, glasses clinking like a fucking war cry. I scrambled back after Tony let me go, finding that his cock has been cleaned well enough. My jeans were still tangled around my ankles, and my body shaking as I tried to get up, to run, to do something. But it was useless. It was a pathetic sight as I tried to get up and run, only to fall down after slipping on my own cum on the floor, my jeans tangled around my feet.
“No! Fuck- NOOO!” I screamed, my throat hurting like hell from the strain, tears starting back up again as the door swung open and the guys from the bar flooded in, a dozen of them, maybe more. Their eyes were hungry as they massaged their growing erections, some even had their dicks out already.
"Get off me!” I yelled, thrashing as they grabbed me, their hands overpowering my arms and legs, dragging me out of the bathroom and into the main bar.
I kicked and screamed, my body trembling as they hauled me to the center of the room where a single table remained. The booths had been pushed back, the jukebox still pumping that slow funky beat, and the guys formed a circle around me, their eyes glinting like predators closing in on wounded prey.
“Please, no!” I sobbed, my voice breaking as they ripped my shirt off, the fabric tearing, leaving my smooth, lean body exposed under the dim lights. "I’m not- fuck, I’m not a fag! Guys, please!”
Another guy yanked my jeans and underwear off completely, tossing them aside, leaving me naked, my five-inch cock still half-hard, a humiliating betrayal by my body as the thought of the previous pleasure surged again. I tried to cover myself, but they grabbed my wrists, pinning them to my sides.
One guy, I think I heard someone call him Mitch, was a stocky dude with short black hair, and while he was shorter than me, he was built like a fucking tank. His voice was rough and loud as he lined himself behind me. "I ain't in the business of breaking pussies in, but if there's a fresh one, I sure as hell fucking a load out in it," he proclaimed to me.
Freeing his cock, it sprang to full length as it pulsated with desire. He wasn't that long compared to Jake and Tony, around six inches, but the girth more than made up for it. It looked like a literal beer can as it parted my ass cheeks with nothing but its own hardness.
I couldn't do anything but watch in horror as they forced me down, bending me over the sticky wooden table, my chest slamming against the cold, beer-stained surface, my ass exposed to the air. I screamed, my body thrashing, my tears pooling on the table as I begged again.
“NOOOO! I'M NOT A FAGGOT! PLEASE NOOOO! PLEASE, MY ASS IS NOT A PUSSY!! AAAAA!!!” But their laughs drowned out my cries, their hands pinning me like I was nothing but a slab of meat.
Mitch didn't hesitate. He pressed his cock against my sore, cum-slick hole and dove in. I screamed as he pushed in, the pain sharp even with Tony’s earlier assault. I felt like I was being split in two, Mitch's thick cock stretching my anal ring to its absolute limit. In the chaos and noise, I stole a glance at Jake who was sitting at the bar where the bear bartender had poured him a drink. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes while my mouth was too busy screaming and moaning, but he returned my look with an amused one as he sipped from his drink. I felt the thin strand of hope that he would save me snap as the guys blocked him from view, and Mitch went to town on my hole.
He fucked me hard, his hands gripping my hips, his grunts loud and primal, the table creaking under his thrusts. “Fuck, this bitch’s pussy is tight,” he groaned. His whole body was sweaty, and the extra exercise made it gleam and splatter all over us as he abused my hole. "You only get this with fresh bred pussies and fags."
Another guy moved in front of me, a tall lanky dude, with a patchy beard and dark eyes. His cock was long, maybe nine inches, thin and curving upward. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head up, and shoved his cock into my mouth.
At this point, my body had little to no reflexes. The only thing it was able to do was relax and accommodate the many cocks surrounding me. He fucked my face, slapping me twice, saying “No teeth, slut," as he gave me tough love lessons on how to suck cock properly. I was grateful he was being that considerate.
Heat surged in my body as Mitch and the tall guy started to spitroast me like a hog, my body vibrating between them and smashing all around the table as they tried to core out as much of my insides as possible.
Even with all that humiliation and pain, I found myself getting into it. My lips worked the cock in front of me like I needed to breathe, my tongue pushing out like Jake had taught me, trying to please it for no other reason than his satisfaction. My ass was also getting used to it. Mitch grabbed it a bit too roughly and I yelped in pain, but I still tried my best to spread my legs and arch my back, my instincts taking over and trying to make my hole as open as possible (more than it already was). I tried squeezing down on him, trying to milk him like I saw girls do in porn movies, and Mitch seemed to like it, seeing my hole lips clamp tight on his cock, as if refusing to it go.
"Ah fuck, this fag's finally into it. His hole is trying to rip off my dick. FUCK, he's gonna make me cum!" Exclaimed Mitch as he picked up the pace, slamming into me so violently, that my knees scraped the table as I got pushed forward.
He rutted into me, pressing down with his unbearable weight as his dick exploded in me. I felt him shoot his load, his cum hot and sharp and ticklish as it spread in my guts, planting his seeds deep in my new pussy, claiming it as such.
The force from his orgasm caused me to deep throat the cock in my mouth more actively, causing the tall guy to yell as he spilled his seed in my mouth, feeding me yet another load. I got staggered by Mitch's weight and the cock fell out of my mouth against my want, which caused it to continue shooting all over my face and hair.
It was intoxicating, and more so now that the smell and taste were starting to get familiar as I licked what I can off before polishing off his shiny cock like a man starved. I felt Mitch's cock slide out of me, coated in his and Jake's cum, with a wet sound as my hole squirted the built-up cum onto my balls and hard dick and then the table. One guy slapped my ass, not hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to make my muscle cheeks jiggle.
"Damn, it even squirts like a pussy. He's a good one!" He yelled out, clearly amused as I hung my head in shame
The guys kept coming, one after another, their cocks hard and relentless, waiting eagerly to drop a load in the new communal cumdump. Each time one of them came, another would push him out of the way and shove his own cock right where the previous one was, mixing and churning all the different loads inside me. I was stuffed on both ends at all times, my body rocking between the horny men as their cum filled my ass and mouth to the brim, dripping down my thighs, down my chin, my smooth skin slick with sweat and their seed. By that point, I had abandoned all pretenses of fighting this, instead opting to let my body react naturally as my slut wailings filled the room along with the sounds of my wet sloppy holes being fucked senseless.
The tenth guy—or maybe the eleventh?—a tall brick wall of a dude named Ray with a shaved head and a boxer’s build, hit that spot inside me, and I felt my body get set on fire once again. I started slamming into the table like a maniac while the guys struggled to hold me in place as another anal orgasm ripped through me and I came again, hands-free, my cock shooting out onto the table as it flailed around wildly.
The bar erupted in laughter, the sight of the new bitch reaching his orgasm from taking their loads amusing them.
“Yeah, that’s right. Ray made you cum without touching yourself, didn't he?” Ray shouted, still fucking me, his thrusts harder as he laughed. "That's a good slut, spray your useless load, it'll help you milk my cock harder!”
“Little bitch's hooked now!” another guy, a fat one wearing a gold chain, yelled, his cock pushing another one out of the way as he shoved it in my mouth, his hands gripping my hair. “Gonna require daily loads to do anything!”
I would have cried had my brain been working normally. But all it was reduced to right now was chasing that weird itch deep in my pussy... I mean, my asshole. I took them as deep as possible while trying to stay on that high.
Realizing this, there was no denying it. I was their slut, their breeding bitch, their free-use cumdump. And the worst part was, I was craving it, my body begging for more as my mind drowned out the shame Roy the straight guy might have held.
By the time the last guy, a tall, brown dude with a crew cut and a snake tattoo across his back, finished with me, pulling out of my ass with a loud pop as, once again, the excessive cum spilled all over my body and the table, I was done. My body flopped onto the table like a lifeless fish, twitching ever so slightly from the consecutive anal orgasms and the sensations of my cherry being popped, squashed, and utterly eviscerated. As for my mind, it was gone beyond repair, the psychological revelations working their way through my head as my situation dawned on me in my post fuck clarity. Cum dripped from my hole, my mouth, my face, basically every surface of my smooth skin. My cock was spent and aching, now actively hurting whenever I tried to sleep. Sleeping on my stomach meant my over-sensitive and stimulated cock shocked me, and sleeping on my back meant my battered leaking hole hurt more. My throat was raw, the insides rubbed row by more cock than I care to count, and my ass was throbbing from all the kneading, grabbing, and heavy spanking. I curled up on the table in a fetal position as I sobbed silently with a vacant gaze.
The bar was silent now as most of the guys took their leave after getting their nuts out. The jukebox was still playing its offbeat music, and Jake and Tony sat at the bar drinking beers while they looked at me and laughed loudly while talking to each other. I didn't understand what they were saying, and I thought that was okay.
The bartender, that huge bear with rose petal tattoos snaking up his neck, walked over, tossing a filthy, stained rag and my jeans and torn shirt onto the table next to me. The rag reeked of beer and sweat, barely big enough to cover my crotch, and my underwear was nowhere to be seen.
“Clean yourself up, kid,” he said, his voice gruff but with a hint of amusement. “Couldn't find your underwear, though."
I grabbed the rag, my hands shaking, trying to wipe the cum and sweat from my face, my thighs, my ass, but it was futile. The rag was small and could only soak up so much.
My body was a wreck. My pride and joy, my physique that secretly helped me score countless ladies, was barely able to muster the strength to stand anymore. O reached around and touched my hole, and was horrified to feel my fingers go in with insane ease. My hole had been gaped! Another sob rises from me as I try to close up my hole.... no.... my new pussy, but it fails to do so each try. The cum was leaking out, no end in sight, and my hand does nothing when it tried to block it as the spunky mess keeps leaking.
I tried to stand, my legs wobbling, my hole throbbing and numb, but slid off the table and fell to the floor in a humiliating display. Jake crouched beside me, his massive bulge drawing my eyes easily. “Told you you're a natural, man. Only a natural slut could handle all those cocks like you did today."
"Bet you’re already thinking about next time," Tony laughed loudly from behind him.
They exchanged a few more words with the bartender, Saul I think was his name, before leaving together, their laughs echoing off the walls after a successful night. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, and the cum on my face was drying faster than my tears and spit. I didn’t know who I was anymore, but one thing was clear: the Big Bull had claimed me, and there was no going back.
