Coercive Control

I woke up later than usual this Saturday morning to the sun shining through the open curtains of the window. I never set an alarm any more as Matt typically woke me up by initiating sex, but he must have slept in as well. I rolled over to cuddle him and maybe initiate something myself, but when I felt his side of the bed, it was empty and cold. I opened my eyes and sat up. This was strange, Matt hadn’t gotten up without me once since I moved in. I hadn’t even seen him last night before coming to bed as he had gone over to Wesley’s house for poker night. He invited me, but as I am shit at poker and hate Wesley, I declined. I noticed a notecard on my bedside table. It was folded in half and standing up like a tent. It had my name on it in Matt’s handwriting. I picked up the card and unfolded it, reading the inside.

Decided to come in to work to get ahead for next week. Would love if you came in and kept me company! - Matt

Ugh. I didn’t really feel like going into the office today, but at least Matt had let me sleep in. I knew he had worded it like I had a choice, but I knew that when my boss/master asked me to do something, ‘no’ was not an option. I hoped he wouldn’t have me doing anything too elaborate. I had really looked forward to relaxing this weekend. I whipped up some breakfast, got cleaned up and dressed, and texted Matt that I was on my way, to which he did not reply.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I did not see any other cars so there was no way Matt was still here. I found that strange, but I could see through Matt’s office window that his light was on, so I made my way inside. I walked through the empty building to Matt’s office and entered. His light was indeed on, but he was nowhere to be found. His desk was clear except for another notecard. I picked this one up to read it and revealed a condom sitting under the tent. I could see a load of cum in the tip of it. I focused back on Matt’s note, knowing that all of this was going to be some kind of game, and Matt would, in fact, be asking me to do something elaborate today.

Hi faggot, you just missed me. I left you a little breakfast though, go ahead and send me a video of you eating that load up. I’m on my way to Springfield, but I’ll probably have to make a pit stop along the way. Meet me there?

I knew exactly what Matt meant by this. That highway rest stop was halfway to Springfield. The one that he and that trucker used me at before I became the urinal drain for Chuck, the maintenance man. That was at least an hour away, so I needed to get a move on. I hoped that this scavenger hunt would not consume my whole Saturday, but I had low hopes. I propped up my phone camera and recorded a video of myself picking up Matt’s condom and putting it to my lips. I pinched the tip and tilted it up until his cum slid onto my tongue. It was still warm, so Matt must have not been lying when he said he had been here this morning. I sent the video to Matt, who I could see opened the message, but did not reply. I wrapped the condom up in a tissue to hide it, threw it in the waste bin, and headed back to my car.

I drove out to the rest stop, searching for my next task. When I got there, I did not see Matt’s car, so he must still be ahead of me. In fact, I didn’t see any cars. I assumed the next card would be in the men’s room, so I walked inside. I found the note resting on rim of the basin on the urinal. I picked it up, and just like at Matt’s desk, a full condom was sitting beneath it.

Good work, faggot. Another load, another video. Strip and kneel in front of the urinal to film this one, you can do better than a quick close-up video of you swallowing. Sorry I couldn’t stick around, I think I feel like going on a hike, the woods are lovely this time of year.

My dick twitched at the task. Matt had obviously been here and written the note after watching my first video, unless he knew me so well that he predicted how I would film my task. I wanted to keep Matt on his toes, so I made sure to be more unpredictable with this task. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and propped my phone up on the wall across from the urinal. I got on my knees and crawled across the dirty tile floor, my ass taking up the entire frame of the video until I got to the other side of the room. Instead of reaching for the condom with my hands, I stuck my head in the urinal and grabbed the condom with my lips. I turned around to face the camera and knelt with my hands behind my back, condom hanging out of my mouth.

At this moment, I heard footsteps approaching. I froze in fear, not knowing what to do, as the door opened. A man started walking inside, saw me, said “sorry”, realized what was happening, said “what the shit?” with a disgusted look on his face, turned around, and left the bathroom. It all happened so quickly that I couldn’t even process the encounter, but my dick had processed it and was completely erect from the exposure. I finished my task by using my lips to work the condom onto my tongue and sucked the load out of it. This load was not Matt’s as it tasted too bitter. I wondered who I had just eaten as I got dressed and sent the video to Matt.

I headed for my next location. The note had to be referring to the trail with the felled tree that Matt had bent me over for my first session as a cumdump for cruising men. I walked down the trail to my spot, seeing nobody cruising along the way, as it was a cold afternoon in early February. Resting on the tree stump was my next condom and note.

How’d you like being an exposed faggot for that poor sucker who just needed to take a leak? Hope you liked the taste of Chuck’s cum as well. You know the drill by now. Impress me with a video then on to the next one. You’ll need this to get to it.

A small key was sitting on the stump next to the condom. Before I could figure out this key and my next location, I needed to send the video to Matt. I decided to strip again, showing Matt some more exposure. I had found I liked being nude outside, but it was super cold, and my nipples were extremely hard and sensitive as I peeled my coat and shirt off. I took my pants and underwear off, then sat on the stump, camera pointed at me. It was so cold that my balls had shriveled up and my dick looked incredibly tiny in the video. I picked up the condom and poured the load across my face, rubbing it on my skin and licking it off my fingers. I threw the condom in the grass with the others that littered the whole cruising area and got dressed quickly.

I picked up the key that Matt had left me and racked my brain, trying to figure out this vaguer clue. He had practically just told me where to go with the last cards, but I needed to put my mind to the test. The key was too small to be a house key, so it must be for a padlock of some kind. I tried to think of other areas Matt had fucked me that also included a lock. Somewhere with trucks, a gate, anything. Then it hit me. Duh, he has me on a workout regime and there’s a locker room full of padlocks. I drove to the gym and made my way into the locker room. The gym was pretty busy right now, so there were lots of lockers with padlocks on them. I looked around the room, trying to find one that used a key instead of a dial code. There were a few, but I tried them, and they did not work. I was starting to look suspicious, and I wondered if I had gotten the clue wrong.

Then it hit me. I made my way across the room to locker #69 to check if it had a lock. It did, and it was the correct type as well. I opened up the locker and found my next note. It was resting on top of another condom, which was resting on top of an old-fashioned white jockstrap. The jock was yellowed and musty though. I read the note.

Good work faggot. You can thank Steven for the jockstrap idea. Watching him huff your cummy undies made me wanna watch you do the same with my sweat and load. I’ve cum a lot today, so I also asked Steven to provide that condom for you. Head on home when you’re done. Happy filming!

I set the note down, glad that this scavenger hunt of tasks would soon be over. I looked around the room to see if anybody was around. My locker was in view of the showers, and I saw a guy watching me intently, while he stroked himself behind the curtain. He must have seen Matt stock the locker and knew something was going on. I set up the camera to get him in the shot and sat on the bench in front of my locker. I recorded myself stripping down and then huffing the jockstrap, breathing in Matt’s musk and dried cum. He must have been adding loads to this thing for a few days at least, because there was a lot of cum caked on. I then stood up and put the jockstrap on myself and picked up the condom to swallow Steven’s load. I could not see it at the time, but the video shows the shower man blowing his load as he watches me suck on the condom. I get dressed before anyone else catches me and I head home. As I pull into the driveway, I see Wesley sitting on my front porch, like he is waiting for me. I get out of the car to tell him to fuck off.

“What do you want, Wesley? Get off my fucking porch.”

“Oh nothing, shit stain. Just coming to collect what’s due.” He pulled a notecard out of his back pocket and handed it to me. I could tell it was one of Matt’s cards from the handwriting. I read the note.

Sorry, faggot. Luck wasn’t on my side last night at poker. Wesley had me in debt and convinced me to use you as an asset once I ran out of chips. I got cocky and agreed but lost the hand. You were supposed to come home and serve me at the end of this task today, but plans changed and you’re gonna be Wesley’s tonight.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What had Matt gotten me into? I looked back up and Wesley had a huge grin on his face. He still had his phone in hand and turned it so I could see the screen. I watched the video of myself eating the condom out of the urinal.

“We might have to change your name from shit stain to cum breath.”

“Fuck off Wesley, I’m not letting you dominate me.”

“Oh yes you are Grant, Matt says so. Now get inside and strip.”

He grabbed my collar, pulling it tight and choking me with the chain. I unlocked the door and let Wesley into my home, against my will. Wesley immediately pulled my pants down, revealing my bubble butt that he then spanked hard.

“Very funny Wesley. Pants me like back in the high school locker room. I’m not a kid anymore and you’re not gonna break me.”

“Oh, I’m not trying to break you, I’m just trying to entertain myself. And you’re gonna let me or Matt’s gonna hear about it. Where’s your bathroom?”

I led Wesley to the bathroom, and he shoved me inside. He lifted the toilet seat and made me kneel before shoving my head into it and giving me a swirly. It honestly made me laugh just how immature and boring he was being. I had my face in a dirty public urinal earlier today, and he thought the toilet I cleaned myself was gonna humiliate me? Wesley didn’t like that I had laughed at him, so he pulled me up and stormed out of the bathroom. I toweled my hair off and went back out to him.

“Alright shit stain, you’re gonna blow my fucking cock now. I better not feel any teeth, or you’ll get it.”

I knelt down in front of Wesley, and he reached into his pants, whipping his penis out. I couldn’t help myself and immediately cracked up laughing.

“You call that a cock?! What the fuck Wesley, where’s the rest of it? My pinky finger is bigger than that shit.”

Wesley slapped me across the face, but I could see he was turning red from embarrassment. His dick was way smaller than mine, only four inches maybe. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it some, getting it the rest of the way hard.

“Jesus fuck, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about my teeth. I don’t think I’ll have to worry about gagging on it though. Have you ever actually made a woman orgasm?”

“Just fucking blow me faggot.”

I sucked Wesley’s dick and fondled his little nuts as well. He was the smallest dick I had taken in my months of servicing men. He was incredibly easy to suck off. He did not reach the back of my throat and he was not girthy enough to make my jaw hurt. Wesley grabbed the sides of my head and face fucked me quickly. I worked him up to an orgasm and swallowed his semen, which tasted as nasty as you would expect from a nasty, pathetic guy like Wesley. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and looked up at his face. I couldn’t help but keep laughing at him. This big bad boy that had stressed me out for so long was just a little prick, no pun intended.

“I told you to shut the fuck up, faggot. You’re really in for it now.”

Wesley whipped out his phone and started texting.

“What are you up to now, Wesley?”

“Oh, not much, just texting Amy about you.”

Fuck. I hadn’t thought about Amy in weeks. She had dumped me way back when Matt first started training me. She thought I was cheating on her with some other woman, and I much preferred she thought I was a cheating dick than that I was a faggot getting fucked by dick.

“I don’t believe you; how would you ever know Amy?”

“Dated Grace for a few weeks, Amy started hanging out with us once she broke up with you. She cried and cried to Grace about you. I think all her suffering means she deserves to know the truth, don’t you?”

Wesley showed me his phone screen. He had sent a text to Amy. He clicked her contact info to prove it was actually her number. I read the text.

Hey Amy, just found out that asshole Grant probably didn’t leave you for a woman. I thought you should know. Guess he was just a fag the whole time. Look what a friend just sent me.

The video of me with my face in the urinal was attached. I saw the bubbles that meant Amy was replying appear, but Wesley took his phone back before I could see her reply. He looked at his screen and smirked when the text did come through.

“How’d you like that, shit stain? I ain’t fucking around. You’re the bitch here, not me. Now get dressed. Can’t be late for work.”

I threw my clothes back on and Wesley led me to his car. We hopped in and he drove way across town. I didn’t know exactly where we were, but I think we were near the army base. Wesley pulled into a gravel parking lot out front of a dive bar. He must work nights or weekends here when he gets done with his HR job at the law firm. Wesley hopped out of the car and grabbed me by the collar when I stepped out. He dragged me past a few cars and motorcycles to the front door and greeted the bouncer just inside. He was a tall, muscular man in his early 30’s. He had a thick, black moustache and a shaved head.

“Hey Mac, how’s it hanging?”

“Hey Wes, been pretty chill. Who’s the fairy? I don’t think the guys will take too kindly to him in there.”

“Not a friend, he’s just a fag. I’m banking on them not being kind. Is Henry around?”

“Yeah, he’s behind the bar.” Wesley started to lead us inside, but Mac stopped us. “Your fag here still pays cover.”

“You heard the man, pay the fuck up, shit stain. Wait here.”

I pulled out my wallet and gave Mac a few bucks. Wesley ran up to the bar and started chatting with the man behind it. Henry, I guess. I stood at the door with Mac, who said nothing but looked me up and down with judgmental eyes. I turned from him and looked around the bar for the first time. The room was dark and dingy, cigar smoke creating a haze over the back booths of the room. Classic rock played in the background which melded with the sound of gruff men chattering. The bar lined the front left wall and tables filled the rest of the space. Booths lined the right and rear walls, and a pool table and dart boards occupied the back left corner. There were only about a dozen or so men in the bar, as it was still pretty early in the evening. A group sat in barstools near Henry and Wesley. Another two groups occupied booths near the front, and I couldn’t make out more than a silhouette of a man creating the haze of cigar smoke in the back left corner.

Wesley came back over to me and grabbed me by the collar. He dragged me to the bar and introduced me to Henry. He was not much older than Wesley or myself, and I wondered how he came to be operating this place. He chatted kindly with me and Wesley, his bulky frame filling out his black tee nicely. Wesley then went back into Dom mode.

“Open up a tab for us, Henry. Give him your credit card, shit stain.”

I fished my card out of my wallet and Wesley ordered two shots. I assumed one was for me, but when I reached for one, Wesley smacked my hand away.

“Henry, I know you don’t drink on the job, but toast the night with me. Just this one. Could be the start of something great.” What did he mean by that, I wondered? Henry grabbed the shot, and they did it together. “Shit stain here doesn’t drink tonight, got it?” “Got it.”

Then, Wesley climbed up on a barstool and then up onto the bar top. He grabbed my hand and dragged me up there with him. I clamored up a stool and stood next to him. The bar had now quieted down, and all eyes were on us. My face was red with embarrassment from the attention and not knowing what Wesley had in store for me.

“Gentlemen! Welcome, welcome. Tonight, we have a special treat for you. This faggot here next to me is at your service. All evening, he is at your beck and call to be harassed and abused. Spank him, spit on him, he doesn’t care, and he won’t tell you no. The only words in his vocabulary are ‘yes Sir’, ‘more Sir’, and ‘harder Sir’. Most importantly, he’ll drain your balls for you. He knows your wives and girlfriends aren’t putting out enough to satiate you, and hookers are so expensive these days. Faggots like little shit stain here are free to use and abuse however you like. In fact, for every ten loads this faggot swallows, a round of drink are on the house, curtesy of the faggot personally. The more you drown him in semen, the more wasted you get and the more you drain his wallet. One condition: don’t let him cum, or the happy hour will be over! Without further ado, shit stain, strip down and show off the goods!”

Wesley hopped off the bar and retreated into the shadows. I looked back out at the room. Most everyone’s eyes were glued to me. A table of bikers was getting up and leaving in a huff, but everyone else was waiting silently in anticipation for me to put on a show. A dozen or so sets of eyes examined every inch of my body, cocks swelling in their jeans and cargo pants. I couldn’t process it though and was frozen still. Wesley reappeared on the bar top and stood behind me.

“If he won’t get this show on the road, I’ll do it myself,” Wesley said, reaching around to my front and grabbing a fist full of my shirt in each hand. He pulled at the fabric, ripping the shirt down the middle, revealing my chest. This got a few hollers and whistles from the crowd. Wesley then grabbed my wrists and quickly bound them with rope. He must have grabbed it when he stepped down. Next, he reached to unbutton my pants. I struggled to free myself from him, which only made the crowd even more rowdy. Within seconds, my pants and underwear were around my ankles, and Wesley swung his hand as hard as he could, spanking me and making me scream out from the shock and pain. Wesley had pantsed me for the second time tonight, but this time was much more humiliating than the first. My dick did not feel the same as my brain though, and it was standing at attention, convincing these men I loved every second of this. Wesley turned me around to face him and spanked my ass for the crowd a few times. More cheers filled my ears. Wesley grabbed another length of rope and tied it tightly around my dick and balls. He then hopped off the bar top and then yanked on my new leash. I jumped down and followed his lead.

Wesley led me through the crowd. It felt incredibly strange being the only naked man in the room, other than one Army guy that was sitting in a booth with his dick in his hand. A sea of hands touched, groped, and spanked me, tweaked my nipples, and invaded my mouth and ass crack. A few touched my hard dick, but the men seemed to heed Wesley’s warning about letting me cum. They wanted their drinks, and I knew I was going to be swallowing loads without any reciprocation. Some of the men also had their phones out, taking pictures and videos of me. I was completely exposed and under the will of these strong men. I was led to the center of the room, where a steel column stood. Wesley untied my wrist cuffs, positioned me with the pole between my back and hands, and retied the cuffs so that I was unable to move from my column. He sat me down on my ass and turned to the men.

“I forgot to mention, the faggot already has five loads of swimmers in his belly today, so y’all only need five more for the first round of drinks. Who’s first?”

Everybody looked at each other. They all wanted to use me, but none of them wanted to be the first, too eager one. The Army guy that had been jerking off stood up. He was very tipsy, and slowly made his way over to me in a not-so-straight line. He leaned forward, resting his arm on the pole, and I opened my mouth to receive his hard, wet cock. It was about 7 inches and tasted like his precum. The other men cheered and chanted encouragement as the Army guy fucked my mouth. He humped quickly and rough, and I could do nothing but accept his meat, as my head was pinned to the column behind me. He came within minutes, as he had already worked himself up. His load was salty and delicious.

Wesley disappeared for a moment as the second guy, a biker bear, mounted my face. Wesley came back with a piece of cardboard scrap. He had written on it in marker:

FREE BLOWJOBS FREE DRINKS

It had an arrow that pointed down at me as he taped it to the column above me. Biker Bear continued fucking my face, until he fed me a load of his own. It tasted like cigarettes and battery acid, but I swallowed every drop, and then men all cheered encouragement. The next three loads came as quickly as the last two, and the men erupted in roaring cheers as Wesley shouted, “Drinks on the house!”

The group thinned out a little as the men filtered over to the bar to collect their drinks. I was facing the front door and watched as two more Army guys came in. They locked eyes with me, raised an eyebrow, and then turned to the bouncer, who I assumed was explaining the situation to them. Their buddy who had fed me a load already waved them over, and they went to sit with him.

I was looking down at the floor when I saw a pair of leather cowboy boots walk into my field of vision. I looked up and saw a man in a pair of blue jeans and a plaid flannel shirt. He wore a tan cowboy hat and had a handlebar moustache.

“Howdy there, faggot. You’re looking like you’re enjoying this a little too much. I don’t want you cumming now, you hear?”

With that, the cowboy stepped forward, placing the toe of his boot on the tip of my cock. He slowly applied pressure until my dick was pinned to the floor. He continued stepping until my face was fully contorted in pain and I was wincing. He raised his rear foot so that his entire body weight was squishing my meat flat like a pancake. He then quickly released up and kicked me in the crotch, making me howl in pain and recoil as my nuts were crushed by his boot. This made the crowd go wild, and my erection was gone. The cowboy then unzipped his pants and whipped his cock out of his fly. He was 9 inches and thick. A mess of long grey pubes stuck out of his fly with his cock. He lined up and entered my mouth, slowly pressing until he was fully inserted in my throat. I breathed in through my nose and smelled the man’s delicious musk. He slowly fucked me, never pulling fully out, but always pushing all the way in. He fucked me for a long time, much longer than any of the other men so far, but finally he did not pull out, and I felt his cock pulse in my throat as he dumped his seed down it. The cowboy continued not pulling out as he softened, though. He grinned at me as I felt him start pissing. He was still down my throat, past my windpipe, so the piss ran straight down into my stomach with no resistance or swallowing. He pissed for what felt like forever, and I could feel my stomach bulging when he finally pulled his soft cock out of me.

I could tell a few of the men were not going to get involved. Some had stuck around out of curiosity but made no move to actually use me or get off. A few of them filtered out of the bar after the first round of drinks or after they used me once. The place did not stay empty though, because the men that were interested had been texting their buddies. Once the night wore on a bit, the bar had around thirty men in it. It felt much more crowded and I felt much more exposed than where there had only been a dozen men.

Army guys 2 and 3 were ready for a piece of the action, and they approached me together. They whipped their cocks out and started stroking off to get themselves hard. Two men to either side of them were filming the action, and between them I saw another biker with his dick in hand, ready to dive in once the Army guys were finished. Army guy 2 was Latino and had a thick uncut cock. He entered me and quickly humped, softly counting to himself with each thrust. 1, 2, 3, 4… When he got to 20, he pulled out and Army Guy 3 hopped right onto me in his place. He was white and had a long skinny cock with shaved pubes and balls. He did the same, quickly humping and counting under his breath. They alternated back and forth, 20 thrusts each, and then would back off and not touch themselves. They must have been competing to see who could hold out the longest. Army Guy 3 lost. He was on hump 11 when he suddenly pulled out and hovered over my face. He did not touch or even breathe, trying to will himself to stop cumming. His cock spasmed and a fat glob of semen poured out of his tip and landed between my eyes. It rolled down my nose and into my mouth. Army Guy 3 grabbed his dick once he had started cumming and stroked himself, shooting three more wads of cum into my open mouth before retreating. Army Guy 2 was a sharpshooter. He stepped up to my face, standing a few inches back, and I opened my mouth, ready to accept his load. He stroked for a second then pulled his foreskin back, releasing glob after glob of cum onto my tongue. I waited to close my mouth until he was fully done, and I played with it on my tongue before swallowing it.

The biker who had been masturbating behind the Army guys was patiently waiting his turn, but he was sick of their bullshit edging themselves. He was getting impatient and shoved the guys out of his way as he rammed his cock into my mouth. He fucked my throat intensely, but was ready to cum quickly, and he shot his load within about a minute. He walked away grumbling about the Army guys forcing him to edge for too long. An assortment of other men was in line behind him, though, and were happy that he had cum quickly, because their turns would come quicker. I was still fully erect, and a steady stream of precum trickled down my shaft, to my balls, then formed a puddle on the floor beneath me.

It was time for load #20. After this one everyone would get to drain my wallet for more drinks. This next guy was too tall for me to reach while sitting, so I had to adjust myself and get up on my knees. Now that my ass was exposed, someone got down behind me and started spanking and groping me. The tall guy slapped his hard eleven inches across my face, then started swinging his meat side to side, taunting me. I stuck my tongue out, trying to catch it, which made him chuckle. He started fucking me, with his hand on his shaft stroking himself at the same time. He did not force his whole length down my throat, as I’m sure he had tried it in the past to disappointment. I wanted to give him his fantasy though, so I stuck my head out further, swallowing a few more inches of his cock. He let go of his shaft and moved his hand to his nuts, yanking on them, and leaning forward, giving me more cock to work with. I slobbered on it and shoved it deeper into my mouth until it was at the back of my throat. Thick globs of slobber were rolling down my chin and chest, and the guy had reached an impasse with my throat. The angle was just not right for such a long cock, so I got back down on my ass and tilted my head all the way up, so he would have a straight shot vertically. He grabbed a nearby chair and leaned on it, cock hanging above my face. He lowered his hips, and I swallowed his cock. It slid right down my throat, and he slowly fucked my throat with his entire length. His nuts slapped my chin as he humped, and I stuck my tongue out tot lick them. He came within a minute of this position.

“Free drinks!” I heard Wesley shout from the bar. The Army guys had been waiting, knowing it was gonna happen soon. They were first to get their shots, which they drank quickly before coming straight for me. They were drunk now, especially Army Guy 1, who had been tipsy two hours ago. He pushed my head with the palm of his hand aggressively, smirking at me. The other two were sporting aggressive looks on their faces as well.

“You’re too hard and wet, I liked that cowboy’s idea,” Army guy 1 said, slurring his words. I thought I was gonna get kicked in the nuts again, but the Army guys had cooked up other plans. One of them untied my wrists, and the three of them picked me up, one holding each shoulder, and one holding my ankles. They carried me over to the pool table and threw me on it. Wesley must have given them more rope because they had enough to tie my arms and legs to the four corners of the table. I was staring at the green felt and had a decent enough imagination to know what was coming next. Army Guy 1 grabbed a fist full of my nuts and dick, squeezing hard. Army Guy 2 climbed up on the table and sat with his legs under my arms and his dick in my face. He grabbed my hair and guided me onto his cock. This was not enough to distract me from the crowd gathering around and the other Army Guys grabbing pool cues. One of them lined up a ball and I heard the clack half a second before feeling the ball ram into my inner thigh at high speed. I flinched, but my head was held in place on the uncut cock I was sucking. I anticipated another pool ball and heard it barreling toward me. Clack. “AAOUGH”. Dead center on my balls. I felt like I was going to vomit, but the pain subsided quickly. That is until the next ball slammed into me. This one grazed one nut and my inner thigh. The next one was dead center again. I think the two Army Guys were having another competition. I don’t know what the goal was, though, besides to make my nuts fall off.

After ten or so collisions, the guys untied me and rolled me onto the floor. It was grimy, sticky, and smelly, but it was the most comfortable thing I could have felt after that pool table debacle. Hands grabbed me and rolled me onto my back. The Latin Army guy climbed on my face and rubbed his balls on me. He then stuck his cock back in and I kept servicing him. Army Guy 3 was ready for more, but he wanted it now, and my mouth was occupied. Instead, he found my ass and was gonna make do. He lifted my legs, spat on his cock, and shoved in roughly. He propped my legs up with his shoulders and went to town on me. Even though my dick and balls had just been tortured moments ago, I was back to fully erect and leaking. It felt incredible getting violated from both ends by these men. I had been through a lot of shit today, but in this moment, I was in ecstasy.

I tasted Latin cum flooding my mouth. His cum tasted just as delicious as before, and his strong ejaculation felt even more powerful against the back of my throat since he was fully inside me this time. He pulled out and spat on my face as he stood up. The guy fucking my ass pulled out and flipped me over until I was on my hands and knees. He re-entered and moments later, I felt the cock swelling and breeding my hole. He was ramming straight into my prostate, and I couldn’t help myself. I shot a massive load, hands free, all over the floor beneath me. Army Guy panted heavily as he pulled out.

“Hold up, folks!” Wesley shouted. “The faggot came, no more free drinks! Nice work fellas, but this faggot’s limit was twenty-one down his throat and one up his cunt.”

The men who had been watching and filming and jerking around us groaned in disappointment like I had let them down by cumming. A few of them spat on me as they walked past. They started filing out of the bar, as the fun was over. I had fun but I was glad to be done. I was exhausted. I had one more load to take though. Army Guy 1, who was belligerent drunk and more aggressive than ever, was throwing a fit because his buddies got to cum in me twice and he hadn’t. He was especially pissed that he hadn’t gotten to use my ass. He clamored down to me and pushed me to the floor. I was laying in my cum, and he had his hands on the floor to either side of my head. He put his full body weight on me and slid his cock into my hole. I was loose and lubed from the last guy and he fucked me intensely. He lasted a long time too. He was drunk and had already cum once, so I was really gonna have to work to get another load out of him. I clenched my hole around his shaft and moaned like a faggot for him. This turned him on greatly, as he grabbed a handful of my hair and started calling me his “pussy bitch”. After about ten minutes of intense railing, he let out a loud, triumphant roar and seeded me deep. He collapsed on top of me and I squeezed my hole, pushing his cock out. His buddies picked him up and helped him out the front door.

“Nice fucking work, shit stain. We made bank tonight, you might just have to come back more often. I’ll talk to Matt about it next time I beat him at poker. Now let’s get you the fuck out of here, nasty slut.”

Wesley balled up my clothes and handed them to me but did not let me put them on as he led me back out to his car. He threw down a towel on the passenger seat and I sat there, naked and in need of a shower. We drove in silence until we made it back to my place. He pulled up and I got out of the car. He peeled out of the driveway and pulled into his garage across the street. I was exhausted, but I fumbled with my pants to find my key and let myself in. The place was dark, and I found Matt asleep in bed. I quickly rinsed off and joined him. In the morning, I met Matt in the kitchen, poured myself some coffee, and sat across from him.

“Some day yesterday, huh Sir? Losing to Wesley at poker and using me as payout?” I said lightheartedly.

“Yeah, sorry Grant. It was supposed to be all about your scavenger hunt, but plans had to be adjusted a little. Sorry, I know you told me you didn’t want to play in groups like that anymore.”

“Don’t sweat it Sir, it was just one night. I think I’ve gotten pretty good at cumdump’ing for orgies. I had fun once I got over the exposure. Worst part was he made me buy drinks for everyone, I don’t even wanna check my credit card statement. Wait, how’d you know how he used me?”

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. Didn’t you wonder who was sitting in the corner hidden by cigar smoke all night? You took that Army cock like a champ. If you ever got drafted, I know what your assignment would be. Looks like I can be a lot harder on your nuts as well!” Matt said with a devilish grin.

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