Revenge Porn

I woke to Bobby kicking my feet. When my eyes opened, I made out two figures standing in the hallway. "Come on, let's get you in your cage."

I looked down at my caged cock with confusion.

Bobby yanked me back into the room I had been in. It had been changed around and the sling was replaced by a fuck bench, chains hanging from pulleys from the ceiling, ladders, an ominous looking pole, and a cage. He placed a red ball gag in me and belted it tightly around my head. The other man, an older white biker looking man with a big beard and handlebar moustache, opened the end of the cage.

"Get in," the man instructed.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce you. Eric, this is Rick, he'll be in charge of you until I get back tonight."

I folded my six-foot frame into the cage, and he latched the door behind me. They left me alone in the dim blue light.

Soon, a herd of men trotted through the door as the lights came on. They were lively for what I imagined was pretty early on a Saturday morning. Maybe this was their last stop of a long night.

As had been the case with the other groups this one had its leader, a man in his early sixties with grey hair throughout his military cut, his facial stubble, and all down the front of his body travelling into his button fly jeans. He wore a leather vest and combat boots. He boldly reached in between the bars of the cage and slid four fingers into my ass. "I thought this pussy would feel looser than this by this point. Boys last night said he was gaping when they left and there was another group after him."

He squatted in front of me and looked me in the eyes. "Looks like we're gonna have to get you open again. Bring it out boys."

I didn't realize it right away, but I wasn't the 'it' to which he was referring. While two men stood me up out of the cage, I noticed another attaching a huge dildo that looked like a horse's cock to the pole.

"Pretty long legs, should be okay on the second rung."

They lifted me up so I could place each of my feet on the second rung of the ladders on either side of me and a third put me in leather cuffs and hung me from the ceiling. Then the huge dildo on the pole was greased up with a white lube and placed behind me.

The leader grabbed me by my nipples and pulled me towards him. "I hear you been fucking some friends of mine over out of their hard-earned money. Once we get done with you, nobody will ever believe that hole is seventeen."

The group of men laughed, including one behind me I hadn't realized was there.

"Let's get that pussy ready for some fuckin'," the leader yelled out.

"How fast you want to go?"

"Spread him two inches every five minutes. Stan, make sure you get good shots of his ass from underneath and in back. Rick said they got a camera on his face."

A man on each ladder pulled the ladders each an inch as the horse cock pressed hard against my hole. I winced and cried from the pain, much to the delight of the onlookers. Instinctively I went up on my toes, a move that angered the leader. He walked over and slapped me in the balls, making me scream even louder. "Feet flat on the ladder fucker."

I did as he instructed. The dildo slowly pressed into me. I was momentarily taken out of my pain with the smell of pizza. This is what Bobby had meant by the breakfast group. Five large pizzas were laid out on the table. If I hadn't been impaled on a silicone horse cock, it would have been reminiscent of half the work parties I'd ever attended.

A bell went off and the two men slid the ladders again. This time, the full girth of the head stretched me out, becoming annoying on top of painful. I decided to take matters into my own hands, well, into my ass at least. I squatted down and took at much as I could stand into me. The leader saw my move. He gestured to the two men controlling the ladder. "Keep up with him. Sooner that's in him the sooner we can fuck him. With you hungry fuckers, this pizza isn't gonna last all that long."

The two men slid the ladders out until my legs were taut. The leader came up to me and patted me on the face. "I know you think you got a lot in you, but you ain't even halfway."

The timer dinged again, and I winced at the sound of the ladders' steel feet scraping against the floor and the dildo inching into me even further. The girth was scary enough, but the length is what really bothered me. I had taken enough anatomy classes to know it was going to rearrange my insides.

I had just gotten used to the length I had in me when the bell dinged again, and the ladders scraped along the floor. Not many men can say when they became a power bottom, but I know for a fact this was my moment of transition. Again, I squatted down, screaming into my ball gag. The ladders moved to match the length I'd taken. I rested and took a few deep breaths as I got used to the giant dick in me.

Again, the bell went off, and I was moved down a little bit further. I had given up and just wanted it over. I squatted again and got to the wide ball near the base. I knew I was close. I knew it was going to hurt, but I had to end this. I stared into the eyes of the leader, winked, and released one foot and then the other, letting the pulley in the ceiling slowly dropped me down until I hit the wide base. I screamed in agony at every inch invading my ass. The men, finishing up their pizza party all cheered at my progress, holding up half eaten slices in an impromptu toast.

"Good boy!" The leader slapped my chest. "Fuck, you're gonna be more fun than I thought."

He motioned to the man in charge of the pulley. "Lift him off and let's get him on the bench."

Soon I was face down on a fuck bench with my arms and legs restrained putting me in a doggystyle position. The leader took the horse cock off the pole and pushed it back into my hole in one thrust. I screamed and tears ran down my face. He started working it in and out of me, sometimes doing short thrusts and sometimes pulling it all the way out and shoving the entire length back in. He let other members of the group have a go at fucking me with the horse cock. In the corner a few men were sharing a pipe. "Blow some in him," the leader commanded.

One of them took a drag on the pipe, the dildo was taken out, the man blew warm smoke into me, and then the dildo was replaced. "There, that should make you feel better for a little bit."

I didn't know much about drugs at the time. I had only ever done pot and it just made me violently ill. Whatever had been blown into my ass made me come over with a feeling of euphoria. It was a miracle, the horse cock started to feel good. My cock was growing in the cage as men played in my hole. Soon there came a chorus of cheers as I came all over the floor through the slit in the cage.

"I think he's ready."

A short fat cock replaced the dildo. Between whatever drug had been put in my ass and the occasional whiff off a bottle of poppers passed beneath my nose, my grasp on reality would come and go. Sometimes I was within my body and sometimes it was if my essence were sitting in the corner watching everything happen.

Man after man used my gaping hole until they added to the pool of mankind soaking my guts. Every so often my consciousness would jump back into my body, and I would moan from the feeling of another cock massaging my insides. At this point they really didn't need to keep me restrained; I would have stayed in this position for an eternity. Ironic, since time had no meaning in my current state. I had no idea what time it was, only a loose grasp on the fact it was Saturday, and I still had another day at least to go.

Slowly the energy in the room went from a feverish energy to the calmness only occurring after a man cums. Some came once, some twice, and the short fat cock that started it off finished in me an astonishing three times. Had I had access to pen and paper, I would have definitely taken his number.

Rick came in after the last one had gone. Still attached to the fuck bench, my body shivered in the damp chilly air of the basement absent of all those horny bodies. I could feel cum all over my crotch, seeping into the cracks and crevices created by the cock cage, and running down my legs. "Damn, those boys worked you over good. Get a shot of this hole Stan."

Stan's bright light panned my crotch.

Next, I heard Rick's pants unzip and then his cock enter me. I couldn't tell big from small or short from long, only that there was something moving in me.

"Fuck yeah! That feels awesome!"

He must have been telling the truth, because in no time he was adding his DNA to the mix. He pulled out of me, came around to my face, and undid the ball gag, "Clean all that slime off my cock whore." He wasn't kidding, his cock was slick with cum, and the folds of his balls oozed with even more. I sucked and licked until he was clean. The smell of cum filled my nostrils.

He undid the straps securing me to the bench and led me back to the dismal tiled bathroom. Get yourself cleaned up and put on your uniform hanging behind the door. One of my guys called out and I need another server for a few hours until the replacement guy comes in. Come on up when you're done. And don't take too fucking long."

I closed the door to find a leather thong made of thick straps about an inch wide. A wide butt plug had been attached to the strap that would be going up my ass. I guess they wanted to keep me open wide for my next top or tops. First, I sat on the toilet and pissed. At first all I heard was my stream in the bowl, but then another noise started to echo along with it. I looked down to see clouds of cum accumulating in the water, some of it yellow tinged and some of pink. It looked like Easter had vomited beneath me. I cleaned up using the washcloth and towel I had left over from my last venture in this room then figured out all the buckles and straps to get the thong on me. It hadn't been that long since Rick had fucked me, but the butt plug proved a bit harder to insert than I thought it would. I winced at my reflection in the stainless-steel mirror until I got the wide part past my asshole. Then the closing of my ass on the narrow part of the base, sucked the rest in. I did the last buckle between the back strap and the waistband and headed out the door.

I went to the right down a dimly lit hall until I found an exit sign pointing up and a narrow set of stairs. Under by bare feet I could feel the dips in every step made by hundreds of years of use. At the top, a bit of light shone through the cracks around a steel door. I opened the door and entered a bar I had been in a couple of times. It was a seedy joint facing the river.

The door dumped me out behind the bar. Rick handed me a tray of drinks and pointed to a table in the corner. "Take these over there."

Carefully I walked the drinks over to the table. Four middle aged men in t-shirts for a bowling team and jeans eyed me as I padded my way across the bar. Whistles and cat calls sounded out as people started to notice my presence. Luckily, I'd done a few stints as a cater waiter and had no trouble handling the tray. I placed one edge of the tray on the table with my right hand under for support and doled out the drinks with my left. Almost instantly, the man on my right had a hand on my ass.

Despite being in a powerless position, I had never felt so good.

The man on the left handed me three tens. "Now this is service." He tweaked my left nipple, "That's your tip baby." Their laughter faded as I made my way back to the bar. For three hours I ferried drinks around the bar. At one point I checked my feet, and they were completely black on the bottom. As I walked amongst the customers, and they pawed at me I noticed a recurring theme: cocks. No, not the human kind but rather the barnyard kind, in the form of a tattoo. Several men had an outline of a rooster somewhere on their body with a plus sign in the middle and looking back on the men who'd fucked me so far, many of them had the same artwork. In the rare moments I wasn't serving or cleaning, I pondered on this phenomenon.

A young man in his mid-twenties walked in wearing jeans and a shirt with the bar name on it and stepped behind the bar. Rick called me over, "Take that red caddy over there and go clean the bathroom. Scrub it down good. When you're done, come get me and I'll take you downstairs so you can take a nap. You got a busy night ahead of you."

I grabbed the caddy and headed to the bathroom. The room reeked of piss and cum. At the far end were two stalls without any doors and along the opposite side hung a long trough with a mirror in front of it. In the corner by the door stood a weather porcelain pedestal sink and one of those hand towels on a loop.

After a little investigating I discovered the unusually strong smell was a result of somebody having clogged the drain of the urinal with a bar napkin. Customers had been pissing and cumming into the trough for a while in this state from the level of the liquid and the number of white strands of cum floating in it. I looked in the caddy for gloves or something to dislodge the clog, but no such luck. I walked out to the bar where Rick was in the middle of telling everyone who'd listen, what a whore I'd been so far this weekend and what I'd done to get myself in this situation. He looked annoyed I was interrupting, "What?"

"The urinal is clogged with paper."

"So, take it out with your hands. For fuck sakes, you've been taking loads from strangers for hours, a little piss ain't gonna hurt you."

A short grubby old man with about a week-old beard piped up, "Let's see that hole."

"You know he can't be naked in the bar boys, but what happens in the bathroom is none of my business." Rick looked over at me, "Get back to work and make sure you do everything to keep the customers happy."

I went back to the bathroom and surveyed the trough again. It took a moment to build up the nerve, but finally I stuck my hand in the lukewarm liquid and pulled out the wad of napkins, throwing them into the trash can by the door. The sound of the trough draining echoed against the tiles. As I washed my hands at the sink, the old man entered the room. His right hand rubbed the front of my torso and pinched my nipple while his left hand felt my ass and discovered the plug in me. "Grab onto the sink and bend over, I want to see this hole."

I did as he said, doing everything to make the customer happy. He undid the buckle securing the strap to the waist band and pulled at the plug, which after three hours of serving had become locked into place by my swollen asshole. This did not please the old man, "Come on, push it out. It'll hurt more if I have to yank it out."

I tried to push, but the plug stayed in place. The old man got tired of waiting, he placed a boot squarely on the center of my lower back and yanked the leather strap. The pain made me scream and he quickly covered my mouth. "Shhh baby, don't need to let everyone know we're having fun in here." He disappeared from the reflection in the mirror over the sink and I felt his bristly beard rubbing against the insides of my ass cheeks, his hot tongue playing with my puffy hole and lapping up cum.

Rick's face peered around the corner, "Hey Marty, this bitch probably needs to get cleaned out again, make sure everyone uses his hole instead of the urinal."

"Can do boss. Here, I'll start him out." Marty unzipped his pants and brought out the whitest uncut cock I'd seen in a while. "Go grab the edge of the trough."

I crossed the room and grabbed onto the rolled steel edge. It was low enough to make my ass the highest point of my body. Marty lined up the head of his cock with the slight gape I still had from the plug and released a stream of piss into me. Another man walked in just as he finished and discharged a hot strong stream into me. After four men had pissed in me, a fifth walked in and Marty said, "Wait just a minute, we need to empty the urinal." Marty dragged me to one of the stalls where I sat down on a cold steel seat and released everything from within me. When I was done, I resumed my spot at the trough.

This process was repeated eight times until Rick popped his head round the corner, "Get that plug back in him and make sure he cleans this place. When he's done, he can give you a blowjob as a thank you."

Marty saluted Rick, "Aye, aye captain."

He swung the strap up and around my ass, lined up the plug with my hole, and then made a fist and punched the base of the plug into me. The pain was both extreme and exquisite. He didn't wait for me to recover. "Come on, get to cleaning."

In the caddy was a tub of industrial cleaning wipes. I wiped down every inch as Marty stood behind me stroking his cock and watching my ass. When I was done, he leaned against a bare spot on the wall and pointed to his cock. "Come on, give me my thank you gift."

I kneeled on the floor and took Marty's uncut cock in my mouth. He placed the toe of his boot against the plug in my ass and bounced his foot while I sucked him. The sensation proved to be amazing, and I really got into sucking his cock the more he played with my ass. He gasped slightly, grabbed my head tight against his groin, and shot his load into my mouth. We stayed like this for a little bit as I played with the head of his cock with my tongue, and he trembled from the sensation. He freed my head, wiped his wet dick all over my face to dry it off, and headed out.

I walked back to the bar to find Rick and return the cleaning caddy. "All done."

"Cool, let's get you back to your little room."

Rick walked me back downstairs and pushed me into the bathroom. "Get cleaned up while I rearrange the room for your next group." Then he took out a key and freed my cock from the cage. "Don't touch your cock except to clean it. Your outfit for the night is hanging on the back of the door."

He shut the door to reveal a red jockstrap still swaying with the movement of the door. It took a minute for me to unwedge the butt plug and this time I looked forward to spreading my ass and letting the icy water from the shower beat against my swollen hole. After I cleaned off, I got on my knees with my chest against the floor and soaked my aching hole with frigid water. Afterwards, I got dressed in my jockstrap and waited for Rick to retrieve me.