My heart skipped a beat and my stomach dropped. I tried pulling myself off of Mike’s dick but he wouldn’t let me, holding my head into his pubes. I was no longer enjoying this and wanted out.
“Hey hey, calm down. You still got another load to earn. Let’s not end things early boy.” He released his hard grip and pulled out.
“I don’t care, I need to go now. Who was that guy that came in me? Greg?” I stood up and tried to get past Mike. His hand connected with my chest and stopped me from getting out. I paused and looked at him, he wasn’t much bigger than me but it was slippery in here. I tried to push passed.
A second hand went on my shoulder and spun me into the wall of the shower stall.
“I don’t know what has gotten into you, but you aren’t leaving this stall until I bust in you.” He pressed me firmly, pining me against the cold wall. His demeanor changed from the friendly guy who was flirting with me. He seemed more feral all of a sudden. I decided not to push my luck and risk an altercation. The last thing I needed was more publicity, and plus, who would they believe at this point?
I stopped fighting back and said “Fine. Have at it.”
Mike spun me around and told me to put my hands on the wall. He kicked apart my legs and pushed me slightly over so I was standing bent. His dick slid right in, a bit smaller than the previous belong to Greg, or Dan, or whoever the fuck he is. He started fucking hard from the start, snarling and lifting me up a bit with each shove.
I noticed the curtain was slightly open so people walking by could see in. I pulled it shut and was waiting until this was over and I could go. Mike must’ve noticed and instead of shutting it further he pulled the whole curtain back so anyone could see in. A few other showers had men in them, I tried to pull it back.
“Keep your hands on the wall faggot. You put on a show the other day, how is this any different?” Mike growled and pushed on my ass with his hips causing my face to crash into the stall. I looked out and realized no one had seen yet, hopefully he finished before people left their showers.
My hope was instantly crushed as a bulky man opened his shower curtain and almost screamed. “What the fuck! Dont do that shit in the gym, c’mon fucking gross.” The guy turned the other way and left.
“Oooh boy, gonna be fun next time you see him here!” Mike fucked a minute or so longer before pumping his cum into my ass. He slapped it and pulled out quickly. “Come get one more sniff of my pits boy” I relented and put my face into his pits. It strangely calmed down my worries and I felt relieved for a second. Mike wrapped his towel around his waist and left, leaving me in the shower stall in my jockstrap with 3 loads in my ass.
I took off my jock and showered. It felt good to have the water pour over me and let me think. Next time I see Dan or Rick or Greg or whatever their name is here, I will have to confront them. I could ignore them but that doesn’t solve my problem. I could always call the police on them. I’ll have to brainstorm.
I went to grab my towel to dry off and noticed it was gone, as was my jockstrap hanging on the hook. I looked around on the floor and in the stalls next to me but it was gone. Great. I wiped off what I could and walked back to my locker wet and naked. I got a few looks, nothing was said. I put on my clothes and left.
The rest of the day was uneventful until 5pm when I started to get ready for Sir’s tonight. I pushed out the loads from the gym and gave myself a deep clean. I didn’t know if I was being gangbanged tonight, talking, or just Sir fucking me but I decided to be prepared. I don’t know if my ass could handle another gangbang after everything that happened this weekend.
I put on a tight t-shirt, jeans, and briefs. I grabbed my chastity cage and Sir’s butt plug and went over to his place. I knocked on his door and kneeled, looking down at the ground - his preference for how we enter our roles. A few moments later, Sir came to the door in a pair of black leather boots and a leather vest, his dick swinging right in front of my face.
“Strip. Outside.”
I hesitated a moment, usually we do this indoors and his porch was pretty open to the neighborhood. It was a gay-ish area of town but still made me uncomfortable. “Uh, Sir.”
“Oh no, you got railed in an alleyway and posted it online for everyone to see. You don’t get to be afraid of getting naked on my porch. Strip, faggot.”
I would explain once we got inside. I stood up and took off my clothes, saving my pants for last. A car drove by as I was pulling my pants down and I had a moment of panic but nothing happened. I got completely naked and stood there with my hands covering my junk.
“See that wasn’t so bad. What’s in that bag of yours?”
“Uh, my chastity cage and your butt plug you put in me last time, Sir”
“Good, why don’t you go ahead and put on that chastity cage before you come in.” He said I went over to the bag to get my chastity cage out and before I could turn around Sir grabbed my shirt and pants from the ground before closing the door. I was naked in front of his house with a chastity cage in my hand.
I looked around and didn’t see anybody so I quickly put the ring on. I noticed my dick starting to grow and tried to get the cage around it but it was too late, I was now hard. I went to Sir’s ring doorbell.
“Sir, I can’t get it on. My dick is too hard, can I please come in?”
“No can do. You’re not allowed inside until that cage is on. Feel free to jack off or wait, your choice.”
I walked to the railing, away from the walk-up and tried to position myself as hidden from the street as I could. It was dark enough that only people walking up the sidewalk would see me. I tried to let my mind wander and ignore the situation, hoping that my dick would go down eventually. It wasn’t working however. My mind kept thinking about how hot it was that I was exposed like this out in the open where anyone could see. I reached down and started stroking. I closed my eyes and pictured a guy walking by and seeing me, walking up and having his way with me while Sir watched from the video doorbell.
I found myself approaching climax quickly. I started breathing heavily with my stomach going in and out as I came all over the porch launching cum towards the sidewalk.
I sat down and the cold ground shocked my system. My dick deflated quickly and I slipped on the cage. I stood in full view of the camera and let Sir know I was locked. The door opened a few moments later, Sir still in just a vest and boots waving me inside.
“Cute cumshot, it’ll be your last for awhile.” He said and motioned for me to sit on the couch. He sat down next to me and leaned back, putting one arm behind his head, his signal to sniff his pits. I obliged and shoved my head into his hairy, dank armpit.
“Just enjoy that while I talk faggot. Think as much as you can, and then respond.” He paused as I took a very deep inhale. “You have been a good cumdump for me but you’ve always been hesitant and told me I couldn’t do certain things and I listened. However, I’m a bit pissed that I had to find out from a buddy who breeds you regularly that he saw you post that video online. As I understand it, you got loaded up here, pissed in, plugged, and then went looking for more cock, letting two random guys fuck you in an alleyway. Good work for a faggot doing what you’re supposed to, but I’m not happy that you lied to me. So I’m going to let you speak for yourself a bit and switch this to a conversation between two people, not a fag and his Sir. You still need to show respect though.” He closed his armpit and my trance broke.
“Well Sir, I didn’t want those guys to fuck me nor did I tell them to put it online. They found me in the alley after the plug you put in burst out of my ass and piss and cum sprayed out of me. They threatened me and I offered to let them fuck me to not get in trouble. The part about me posting it online is fake, its AI. I never said that and never would. They video taped me saying the rest in case I didn’t do what I was told they would send it to people on my phone.”
“So you said everything but the online part and you just thought that was going to be the end of it? That's stupid. I know you’re not that dumb, even though when you’re here you’re treated as though you are.”
“I know I was horny and panicking and I wanted it to be over.”
“I doubt that last part. I’m not saying what they did was right but you definitely enjoyed it. I know you decently enough now that I can tell when you’re into it or not. Your face in that video when the big dicked guy was fucking your brains out was pure ecstasy. Your cumshot was large even though it was your second or third.”
“No! I couldn’t help it, they fucked and just hit the right spots.”
“Ok, I’m going to ask this, and you better not lie to me. I will end this whole thing if you lie to me. I said to be respectful, lying to me is disrespectful. I can tell when you’re lying about something like this. Did you like them fucking you in the alley like a cheap whore?”
I stared into Sir’s eyes trying to raise a defiant no. My ears started heating up and my heart was racing. Sir stared right back at me, unwavering. His dark brown eyes and short brown hair gave the feel of a dad pressuring his son into telling the truth. His dick was not even hard, for him this wasn’t part of a scene, this was an honest conversation. My mouth opened, “Yes.”
He turned and put his hand on my shoulder and another on my cheek. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Here you are, post-nut clarity, sober, and sitting having a normal conversation and you can admit you liked it. Does it feel good?”
I had a headache. “Uh, kinda? I don’t like how they did it to me, but I liked that they did it to me. I don’t need the whole world, my job, friends, family - knowing that I do this. I also don’t want to admit it. That was the most demeaning thing that has ever happened to me and I shouldn’t like it.”
“But you do, you know you do and you now can admit that you do. It should be freeing, everyone knows now and you can do what you want. No more hiding what you are.”
“I haven’t been hiding. I just don’t proclaim to every stranger I meet that I am a cumdump, it's not their business.”
Sir took his hands off of me. “You’re not a cumdump though, you seem to only say it when you’re getting fucked, which isn’t quite the same. This is an honest moment. Say it proudly. C’mon.”
I sighed. If I didn’t say it now I never would. “I’m a faggot.”
“There you go!” He started clapping, somewhat making fun of me but it also felt encouraging. “I’m proud of you. Wait here.” He got up and I watched his ass bounce up and down as he went up the stairs. I had a moment to myself and exhaled a lot of the pent up stress and anxiety from the past couple days. Sir’s house was a comfortable place for me. It's been only a few months but I’ve never been mistreated or had my boundaries broken here. Sir did that take video last time but so far he seems to have kept it.
I heard Sir’s footsteps on the stairs and opened to see his dick bouncing as he descended with his laptop. “We’re gonna celebrate this moment fag, you finally proudly admitting what you are. You are locked, naked, and I want to fuck.” He walked to the TV and hooked up the laptop. He clicked a few things and then came back over to me.
“Get behind the couch, bend over, elbows on the back of the couch facing the TV.” He grabbed the remote and handed it to me. “Wait to turn it on.” I was confused but did what he asked. I bent over the couch and spread my legs, exposing my hole and letting my locked cock hang in the open air. Sir stepped behind me and I heard the lube bottle open and him squeeze some out. The cold gel hit my ass and slid down my crack until it got to my hole.
“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of your ass and you’re gonna relish in the realization that you are truly living what you are. A fucking faggot.” He slowly pushed his cock into me, after the weekend I had I opened up pretty quick and let him in. He pushed fully and gave me a second of rest.
“Go ahead and turn on the TV.”
I pressed the remote and a video popped up. It was me, getting fucked in the alley. I was just getting done telling them my name and started blowing Dan. “What the fuck.”
A slap hit the back of my head and Sir started thrusting. “I didn’t say speak, just watch and enjoy.” Sir put both his hands on my hips and really started fucking as I watched myself get used in an alleyway. I was initially disgusted but I was getting really turned on.
“Watch how those two are just using your holes faggot. You really did them a service, just opening up like that in public. First time watching it? Didn’t know how happy you looked?” I did look happy. I remember trying to feel disgusted by what was going on but obviously my mind was not connecting to my body. I didn’t notice it when I watched it the other day.
“Uh actually Sir, I jerked off to it already.”
“Look at you, faggot!” It got to the part where Dan was fucking while Rick put me in a headlock. “Keep your eyes on the TV..” Sir grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. “This is the good part.” In the video I began begging for Dan’s load, his cum, his cock and I sounded like a bitch in heat. I was actually pushing my hips back into him each thrust. It wasn’t long before Dan exploded and filled me up. “Whew look at that! Your hole definitely earned that load. Do you want another?”
“Yes Sir, please give me your cum.” I said reflexively.
“Here it comes! Whoo!” Sir pushed deep into my ass causing my cage and hips to hit the back of the couch. He pushed down my shoulders so that I folded over and my legs slightly lifted off the ground. My legs spread and he got a little bit farther into me as he began to shake and I could tell his cock was spraying inside me. I looked up at the TV and the video was showing Rick slamming his 9in cock deep into me and pressing my body into the ground. I looked back at Sir who was still deep in me but he wasn’t even looking at me, his eyes were glued to me being destroyed by two strangers in the video. He started fucking me again.
“This is my favorite part.” He pushed me down, causing my face to go into the pillows and he picked his pace back up. I couldn’t see but I could hear my moans in the video, this must be getting close to the part where I cum. I could hear myself screaming into the underwear gag Dan and Rick used on me from the TV. “Oh man you’re cumming is so sad, its like a little dribble of boy juice from your cage. And each time this guy drives his dick into you more comes out. Its hilarious!” Sir was giving me a play by play.
The video continued as Sir described me getting bred again, being pressed into the dirty ground, and then some laughs as Dan pissed all over me and leaving me in the alley when the video ends. It got quiet besides the sounds of Sir’s thighs and balls slapping into my cheeks.
Sir’s breathing started getting heavier and he started a feral line of questioning while fucking:
Are you a good faggot?
Yes Sir. I responded.
Do you deserve a second load from me?
No Sir but I need your cum.
Do you live for cum? Is this what you were born to do?
Yes Sir, I am here to please you.
It doesn’t matter if its my cum or some random person’s does it?
Any cum Sir
Thats right, you don’t give a fuck. You’ll let two random guys breed you and like it, right?
Yes Sir, I loved what Rick and Dan did to me.
I bet you fuckin did you fuckin whore! Sir’s degrading questions ended as he called me a whore and blew a second load into me. That has never happened between us before but it felt fulfilling, as though I earned some kind of award. It was probably the best compliment a fag hole like me could get, two loads back to back, confirmation of a job well done.
A few minutes later I was out the door and driving away with two seeds deposited in my hole. My text alert went off and I checked it, thinking it was Sir. Instead it was an unknown number.
“Faggot, your video is doing great. Be at this address tomorrow at 10pm, alone. Leave your clothes in the car. Otherwise we send the video to your work.”
Panic.
