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Bobby came in shortly after. "Time to get you upstairs. Dale's finishing the photobooth setup as we speak. Come on, you can sleep when you're dead."

As he led me up to the bar and into the last stall of the bathroom, I wondered about how sick I might become or if I would soon be sleeping according to Bobby's schedule.

In the stall, Dale had set up various cameras to catch the action from every angle. He put a finger under my chin, "You got two jobs until closing. One, take any load. Two, make sure guys wipe off the camera between your legs."

I was about to offer to wipe the camera for him when my hands were cuffed behind the toilet's plumbing and a leather padded blindfold was placed on me. Somebody finished my preparation by taking the plug out of my ass.

"I'm gonna go home and get some shut eye, there's more than enough room on the drive to record until close," I heard Dale say to Bobby as the exited the restroom.

Soon I heard footsteps, then I felt a hand on my ass, then a cock slide into me.

"Aw, yeah, fuck me. Give me that cum." I said to the stranger and soon he granted my request.

I heard him washing in the sink as more footsteps entered the room. Another cock slid into me and soon it would let loose inside my guts. The scene repeated countless times until eventually the lights were turned out and I was left in an empty restroom in an empty bar with only a faint red glow from an exit sign. I accepted it as part of my punishment and made my way down to the cold tile floor between the toilet and the wall. My exhaustion overcame me and with my head resting on the toilet seat and cum leaking out of my ass, I fell asleep.

Sometime later, I was awoken by Rick slapping my face. "Wake up sunshine. We open in thirty minutes, and you got to get this bathroom cleaned up."

I blinked my eyes open as he took the cuffs off me. "What?"

He slapped me hard across the face and pointed to the cleaning caddy sitting on the floor. "Clean the fucking bathroom and go downstairs and get cleaned up. I left you a new towel and washcloth. Oh, and you got a new outfit to wear too hanging on the door."

I got up, almost slipping in the pool of cum that had fallen out of my ass and got to cleaning. Downstairs, in my dismal little wet room I looked behind the door to find a policeman's hat, long black socks, shiny leather shoes, a shiny leather harness, and a jockstrap with a police shield embroidered on the front.

Somebody had left a new bar of soap in the shower and, even with only cold water, I took advantage of the luxury, soaping up every nook and crevice with a rich lather. The cold showers now felt good as every muscle in my body ached from holding myself in odd positions, other bodies slamming into me, and sleeping on a hard tile floor slumped over a toilet.

I got dressed in the ridiculous policeman's get up and headed into the room where I found Dale setting up lights. He giggled when he saw my outfit."

"What?"

"You'll see little boy, you'll see..."

What I would eventually see was a group of twenty-three skinheads enter the room. Two things I didn't know as they entered the room. One, that there was such a thing as a gay skinhead. This made about as much sense to me as a gay Republican or a gay Christian. And two, the gay skinheads hated anything police related, which means my current mode of dress had become far less sexy and far more offensive to these men.

They all had the same body type as if they'd been made at a Kinko's. That skinny pale punk look made popular more than two decades before. From the waist up they all wore suspenders, but not always a shirt. Who knew belts were part of the establishment? On their lower halves they look like they bought in bulk at the Levi/Doc Marten shop. Even their faces all had a similar quality of gauntness and scowl with a bit of crazy behind the eyes, making for an overall look of being slightly unhinged. I wondered if any of them had ever seen a musical.

My wonder was short-lived as I realized my outfit was less than appealing to them.

"What the fuck is this," one of the men asked. He looked over towards Dale, "Is this Rick's idea of a joke?"

Quickly the hat and jockstrap were whisked off my body, leaving me in only a harness, long socks, and shiny police shoes.

Another man grabbed my hair and got an inch from my face, "Or is this your little joke. Bad enough you use that ass to fuck over guys, but now you're playing police officer with us?"

Behind me came the distinct buzzing of electric trimmers and then something made contact with the back of my head.

"Hold him steady!"

One of the men wrapped an arm around my neck and pressed me against his ribcage. Another man continued to run the clippers over my head until I was almost as bald as they were. While the trimmers were taking my hair off, I could feel various hands exploring my ass.

"Fuck, this hole is swollen it's been used so much."

"Awesome, little bitch'll be tight for a little bit."

"Fuck yeah, bet he screams like a little girl."

Dale held up his camera and turned on the light. "Remember guys, I need cum shots. I don't care where they are, but I need to see them. Other than that, he's basically a warm blowup doll."

A man unzipped his pants and a pale white cut cock fell out surrounded by a long blonde bush. He grabbed the back of my neck and shoved my face unto his cock. I was surprised by the flow of piss that started, but I was able to keep up my swallowing with his stream. "Damn, little bitch didn't spill a drop."

I felt a wad of spit hit my asshole and then a cock entered me until its owner's pubes were pressed into my cheeks. The cock was big, especially in relation to my swollen hole. I screamed out.

"Fuck yeah, rape that little bitch. Gonna dress like a pig, we'll make you squeal like a pig."

I screamed over and over with every thrust. There was no pleasure, my cock never got hard, just a constant pain from my hole. I don't know if it was my screaming or how tight my hole was, but the first man shot his load into me in no time. I had never been so happy to feel cum inside me. At least there would be some lubrication between my hole and the next cock.

The next guy stepped up to the plate. "Let's give this poor bitch a little bump of coke to ease the pain." I felt his finger go in and the intense pain leave my hole. He slid his cock in my ass while another cock pissed in my mouth. A feeling of energy like I'd never felt rushed over me. Despite my lack of sleep, I was suddenly raring to go.

My world became a never-ending buffet of cocks cumming in me, on me, pissing in me and on me. When they had all had a go one of them commented on the fact I hadn't cum yet despite my drooling erection. "Maybe he needs something bigger. You know how these pigs are."

"Let's fist him!" Somebody shouted from the crowd.

I was not prepared for how this would happen. In my mind I assumed I'd be on my hands and knees, and somebody would slowly fit their hand in me, but that was not what they did. Instead, they made fisting me a group activity. One guy held my head between his ankles while two others held my thighs spread apart in the air. Behind me I heard two men flip a coin to see who would get to do the honors. At first the feeling wasn't bad. He started with four fingers, then included his thumb. I winced as his last set of knuckles passed my sphincter. I could feel his fist rotating inside of me, pressing against my bladder and my prostate. The sensation of the former made me piss all over the floor.

This man knew exactly what he was doing. He'd spin his hand, so his knuckles palpitated my prostate and my dick got harder and harder. Another man placed a set of nipple clamps on me. They had a chain between them and a fishing weight dangling from the chain. More cum drooled from my untouched dick. He continued to go deeper and deeper. His wrist bones connected with my prostate at the same time the weight on the nipple clamps swung just right and they cheered at my cum hitting the floor.

The man slowly pulled himself out of me and the others released me. He held up his arm and showed me how far he'd been inside me, using his slicked arm hair for reference. I was amazed to see how close to his elbow the line of demarcation was.

"This little guy would be fun at our next meeting."

"Fuck yeah, we'll have to see if Rick will lend him out."

Dale, who'd been filming the scene piped up, "Hey, can you get on your hands and knees and show me that rosebud?"

I wasn't familiar with the term, other than it's connection with a certain sled. "My what?"

A man sat down, pulled me down over his knee by my harness, and spread my cheeks. "Push your ass out," he demanded.

I did as he said. I could feel my ass moving and cum leaking out onto my balls. A chorus of "yeah" behind me let me know I must have been successful in the rosebud category.

Rick came in shortly afterwards and steered them all up to the bar with the promise of free beer. They told him of how I'd been fisted, and I could see his dick grow in his pants. When they had all left and Dale was rearranging the room for whatever was to be next on my agenda, Rick grabbed me by the harness and threw me up against the wall.

"Hands against the wall." His hand explored my ass, feeling my raw puffy hole and watching me flinch as he dragged his thumb over it. "Fuck, I love fucking a fisted ass." He wasn't kidding either. His cock slipped into me, and he pounded me with all his might. All the cum and new folds inside me hugged his cock and soon his cum was shooting in me.

"Clean off my cock."

After I was done, he said I could go clean up and he'd left an outfit for me to wear while I was his barback for the rest of the day. Behind the bathroom door hung a pair of shiny short leather shorts with a zipper that went from waistband to waistband under my crotch. Also on the hook were a pair of women's metallic red Doc Marten's with a thick six-inch heel. This was going to be a long day.

I arrived behind the bar and Rick came over. "Any tips you make are mine. You take any cock that wants in, just make sure to take them to the john, I don't need a city inspector seeing you getting fucked in the bar. Don't need a health violation. Later, we'll get you cleaned out one last time and then you'll be the star of our casino night. Stan should be here any minute to follow you around. Let him deal with getting releases. But just remember, just because a guy doesn't want to be filmed, doesn't mean he can't fuck you. You're just a hole that can carry a tray today."

He handed me a tray with a damp rag on it and slapped my ass, propelling me out into the bar. The Sunday crowd (although 'crowd' is a bit of an overstatement considering how sparse it was during daylight hours) was pretty sedate for the most part. It consisted mainly of older guys with nothing else to do but get drunk ogling the other patrons.

The only time my ass got put in play was when a dart team came in. They had lost their match and decided to drown their sorrows (and their cocks) in my ass. They leaned me over the sink and urged each other on as they each took their turn in me. The team all looked like Wall Street pricks playing dress up in their leather gear and only one of them had a decent sized cock. Although considering how many large ones I'd had lately, I was probably turning into a size queen.

After the dart team left, I waited tables for another hour or so until Bobby, who'd taken over for Rick, approached me. "Time to clean you out one last time. Got some volunteers to be your enemas." I gave him a confused look. A look I thought was warranted. After all, it's not every day a person is given the news they're about to have their ass used as a urinal.

Bobby led me into the bathroom. Unlike the previous time where men inserted themselves inside of me, this time Bobby had a metal funnel with a long tube attached. "Got to keep you tight for tonight, well as tight as you can be at this point. Get on your knees with your chest on the floor."

The feeling of cold tile was now second nature. I didn't even flinch as my nipples pressed into the floor. He inserted the tube as a pair of legs appeared behind me. The sound of a heavy stream hitting the metal funnel echoed off the tile and a moment later a warmth started to build from my asshole inwards.

Every three men, Bobby would take out the tube and I would have a moment to empty myself. Given my diet for the past thirty-six hours had been cum and piss, there wasn't much to clean out. After eighteen guys had relieved themselves within me, Bobby took the tube out one last time. "That should do it. Go downstairs, get showered, and meet me in the room."

"Yes sir."

It was almost over. Instead of days or a double-digit number of hours, I would be out of this place in a few hours. I rinsed off my body in the cold water and wondered if I was happy to be leaving or not. While in the beginning, hearing how long I'd be here had been a daunting thing to think about, I had grown used to a constant line of cocks fucking me. Surely a never-ending smorgasbord of cock would become boring. Although, it hadn't so far.

The room next door had been rearranged yet again into a bar with a sling in the center and tall tables and stools around the walls. The lights around the perimeter of the room were a fairly dim warm white while the lights over the sling shone brightly. It reminded me of the way a boxing ring is lit up in an arena. On the bar was a reel of raffle tickets and a wire cage like you'd see at a bingo hall.

Dale stood up from behind the bar. "You ready for your last scene?"

"Looks like it'll be interesting. Doesn't really scream casino night to me though."

"The way it's gonna work is men are going to buy a ticket for twenty bucks, or six for a hundred, and then if their ticket gets picked, they can fuck you. If you cum while they're fucking you, then they win the money."

"Doesn't the bar make any?"

"From what I hear, the drinks down here are a bit more expensive and it's an invitation only sort of thing."

"Ah."

"Why don't you hop up into the sling and I'll take some shots of you before the action starts. Should begin in about a half an hour."

As I climbed in the sling, the light on his camera came on. He did a few shots panning down my body and having me spread my ass wide. It felt so hot having him just filming me, but not touching me that my dick sprang to attention.

After fifteen minutes, Bobby walked in. He didn't say anything, he twisted and tortured my nipples and angrily stroked my cock with his dry hand. It was rough and intense and made my dick erupt in no time at all.

"There's no sense in making it easy for them to win the pot. The longer they're here, the more drinks they'll order," he said wiping my cum off my stomach with a towel. He went over to the bar and retrieved something. He didn't let me see what it was, but suddenly, my ass was freezing. "It's a cumsicle, courtesy of yours truly." He rubbed it around my ass lips and then poked it in, securing it in place with a small butt plug. "That hot ass should be able to melt that before guys start fucking you." He slapped me lightly across the face and left.

Later Bobby led a group of men into the bar and more would follow as time went on. "Hey, get up out of that sling and help me serve these thirsty men you lazy fuck." He tossed a pair of boots in my direction.

I quickly extricated myself from the sling and went to work serving drinks. Dale followed me around with his camera and watched the men interact with me and feel me up while I tried to balance drinks on a tray. Whenever I returned to the bar, I noticed the level of the tickets in the wire cage gradually rising.

The room also steadily filled until I was quite sure we were well beyond what the fire marshal would allow in such a small space. At least two hundred men filled the room, and the air was heavy with machismo and leather. It felt amazing having them feel me up and pinch my nipples. A few flashed me their cocks to show me what they hoped to put in me. I quickly felt comfortable responding to bitch, pussyboy, cunt, or even slut. I really was turning into such a whore.

A man who'd I'd later learn was the owner of the bar stood in the bright lights near the sling and rang a loud bell. The room fell silent. "Gentlemen, the time has come to see if anyone can win our little lottery tonight. Same rules as usual, you fuck until you cum or the whore cums. If you cum, you got a pussy for twenty bucks and that's not bad. If you make the whore cum hands-free, you win the pot, which is currently at $4,520! Our biggest ever. You have until closing to make him shoot his load."

Bobby led me to the sling while the crowd cheered. Inside I didn't know how to feel about having my time here extended until closing. The deal had originally been until midnight. One look at the sling under the bright lights and I knew I was okay with the schedule change of my release. When I was positioned with my ass hanging over the edge, he secured my hands above my head and looped a wide leather belt around my chest and buckled it tightly. "To make sure they don't use your nipples to make you cum." My cock was placed into a chrome wire cage.

He then went over to the bar, pulled a ticket from the bin, and returned to stand near my ass. "Ticket 47234, you're our first contestant."

A short black man with a furry chest walked over and handed his ticket to Bobby. "Guess I got a twenty-dollar pussy tonight."

"Looks like it. Watch out when you pull his plug, I left you a nice surprise in there."

The man pulled out the plug and I could feel the now warm cum ooze out of me. He used the head of his thick cock to rub the cum around the entrance and then slid into me. Knowing he didn't have a chance at the big money, he took his time and really enjoyed using my hole. I felt his already thick cock, get slightly large and then his load filled me. He pulled his cock out of me and turned to a mid-thirties Latino guy I hadn’t noticed before knelt down by my ass. He quickly cleaned off the man's cock and then attended to the mess around my asshole.

He then walked over, picked a number from the cage, and yelled out, "Number 47322, come on down and try your luck."

An older man with a dick shaped like a Foster's can slid into me and pounded my hole.

Over and over, a number would be called, and a cock would slide into me. It had been smart of Bobby to use me as the hole this evening. All the fucking from the rest of the weekend had weakened the connection between cock in my hole and my orgasm. Big, thick, long, man after man tried to make me cum, but only left with a set of empty balls.

A steady river of cum ran from my hole between men as the night progressed. The Latino man by my ass cleaned cock after cock and then would turn his attention to my ass and then the floor beneath my ass. I thought the room would start to empty out as people had their turn, but if anything, it was even more crowded the longer I was in the sling. Men wanted to see if anyone could make me cum.

After a red headed daddy with a beer belly had unloaded in me, the owner came back into the room and rang his bell. "It's almost closing time, so the next cock is the last cock! Oh, and the pot is now up to $6400!"

Bobby spun the wire cage and pulled out a ticket. "Our last ticket is 47402!"

A skinny old man with a wisp of white hair dancing on his head walked up to the sling and surveyed my hole. "No way my dick's even gonna touch both sides at the same time," he said with two fingers in me. The crowd laughed. "Benjamin! You here Benjamin?"

The crowd parted and a wall of a man stepped up. He towered over every man in the room and was double the width of most of them. Benjamin was a white man with a buzzed head wearing a leather vest and jeans. He walked with an uneven gate making one of his feet scuff the floor. "Yeah, I'm here." His speech gave off a garbled childlike quality and his dark deep-set eyes didn't seem to focus on any one thing in the room.

"How about you fuck this whore and I'll split the money with you fifty-fifty?"

"How much money is that?"

"Your half would be thirty-two hundred."

He didn't get excited by the money; in fact, he didn't show much affect at all about the situation or even my naked ass spread out in front of him.

"Okay," he said with a shrug.

Men all around giggle and I heard the dreaded "r" word bandied about. That was, until he unzipped his baggy jeans and they dropped to the floor, exposing the biggest dick I'd ever seen. It looked like something photoshopped, but in real life. In an instant he went from Slingblade to John Holmes. For the first time since being in the sling, I was genuinely excited to have a cock in me.

"Want me to suck it and get you hard," the Latino kneeling by my ass asked him.

"No, I can do it myself." Men around him shook their heads as he refused the help. He twisted his nipples like he was tuning in a station on an old car radio and his dick started to grow. A few moments later it was hard and looked heavy as it hung off his body. With every twist of his nipples his giant balls would jump in their furry sac.

The owner stood off to the side with a look of concern. I'm not sure if he was concerned for my ass or his $6,400. "Let's get going son, closing time is upon us."

Benjamin grabbed his giant cock and pressed the head into my hole. He leaned forward and the weight of his immense body pressed it into me. It was a most exquisite pain feeling him stretch me open until his wild black pubic hair rubbed against me and a moan left my mouth, filling the silent bar transfixed on our assembly. He looked surprised. I can only imagine most guys wouldn't let him get this far into them. "You okay," he inquired with a crumpled brow.

"I'm good. Just fuck me. I can take it."

His smile was crooked and a little evil as the first look of excitement finally crept across his face. This must have been one of the few times anyone had ever given him a green light to really fuck and unleash his monster.

Benjamin didn't waste any time. He grabbed the chains of the sling and used my body weight to slam me on and off his giant cock. I was mesmerized by the length of time in between his outward thrust and the sound of his skin slapping into mine, despite his rapid pace. My cock was hard inside the wire cage for the first time. It took me a moment to get over the novelty of having him in me, but eventually I started squeezing him with my ass. The look of amazement that came over him feeling me clench onto him is something I will never forget. Nobody had ever been an active participant with him in such a way.

His heavy breathing turned into grunts as his pace picked up faster and faster. I could feel his girth with every stroke rubbing up against the sweet spot inside me. I wondered what would happen if we both ejaculated at the same time. Was there any way to do a photo finish in such an instance?

His grunting grew more animalistic and his once even rhythm became erratic. He clearly was in a space of just wanting the cum out of him. His balls, that had once been heavy pendulums slapping into me, now sat tight against the base of his cock and were tortured between our bodies with every thrust.

My own balls were also conspicuously tight, something not unnoticed by the bar owner. He stared intently at my hole being tenderized wondering if I could hold out longer than the giant inside me.

Benjamin's knees started shaking and his thrust were at such a pace, I just kept my ass clench as tight as I could around his cock. The chains rattled over the hum of the crowd and soon his cry of orgasm left his barrel of a chest and filled the room like some demonic aria from a satanic opera. With a big cock comes a big slit and his cum came out with the force of a garden hose that’s just been unkinked.

His sweaty hairy body collapsed on top of me, and the owner and I exchanged glances at the noise the ceiling made from the added weight. Once Benjamin had regained his breath he stood up and gave me the biggest, sweetest smile. "Thank you."

"You are more than welcome," I answered with a wide grin.

The Latino man cleaned off his cock and then lapped up the cum pouring out of my hole.

The men in the room filed out with a look of defeat on their faces and it suddenly dawned on me that my time here was over.

Bobby came over once the last man had left and released my hand and cock and freed my nipples from the leather strap. He lifted me out of the sling and slowly put me onto my feet. "Go easy, it'll take you a minute to get your feet under you again."

"Thanks."

"Your stuff is on the bar when you want to get dressed." He pointed to a small pile of things I barely recognized at this point.

I walked over to the bar and got redressed as I had been two nights ago. My little schoolgirl skirt was stiff and reeked of cum, putting it on made my cock go hard.

The owner came over and handed me five hundred dollars. "I know I probably shouldn't be giving you this considering why you were here in the first place, but you earned it after that big motherfucker." He turned and left the room, yelling back, "Lock up Bobby."

Dale coiled a few wires and placed them into a case. He took out a piece of paper and handed it to me with a pen, "Write down your email and your number so I can get a hold of you. I think after they see that last guy, you're gonna be popular. And don't forget to get tested in two weeks."

I wrote down my information and felt cum running down my thigh. "Bobby, can I have a towel?"

He came out from behind the bar and wiped my leg, noticing my hard cock under my skirt. "Think I'll add one more load and then I'll plug you for your walk of shame."

I smiled at him over my shoulder. "What makes you think I have any shame at this point?"

He put his thumb in my ass and bit his lower lip. "Mmmm. Damn. I love that. Hey Dale, you want some more bonus footage?"

Dale grabbed the bulge in his pants. "Yeah, I'm up for some bonus footage."

I flipped up my skirt and grabbed the bar.