The Room

From the previous episode:

He pulled out swiftly. “Knees on the floor, head and arms on the bed!” He pulled Anton to the floor, then straddled his back and sat over the crack of his ass. Anton felt one hand peeling apart the cheeks of his ass as a cell phone sounded off as it made a picture. “Nice cherry busted cream pie picture for my collection.” This is one I will be thrilled to post on the Room’s website…”

The Room: Episode IV

Anton collapsed on the mattress. His ass and inner thighs were slimy and sticky and he felt the same way deep in his ass. Mr. Dothan washed himself and dressed. “I enjoyed you. I’ll be back on Sunday night. You will have been very well used by that time and I will want you to tell me about some of your most interesting encounters. I will have management work with you to effect some changes I would like… Don’t worry about resigning your job at the bank…I’ll take care of that first thing Monday morning!” He smirked and left.

Anton cleaned up and wiped down the mattress. He sat, exhausted, trembling as he tried to get his head around the situation he was in. It was two am in the morning on Friday night,

The door opened. In walked a short stocky man in his forties, dark hair and beard, bare hairy arms and an open shirt that exposed a mass of black chest hair. He was built like a wrestler. Anton moaned. The night was really just beginning. He looked Anton over, a humorless expression on his face. He undressed. Anton inwardly cringed, the man was covered in thick hair and his body was very and muscular. He washed himself, stroking his cock until it was long and hard, a bright red bulbous knob at the end. He waved his cock at Anton, then pointed to the floor in front of him. “На колени!,” he demanded.  “Всосать это!”  Anton didn’t need to understand,…he slowly slid to his knees and took the cock into his mouth. He knew better now than to offer as little as he could. These men knew what a good blow job was and Anton feared another whipping if he didn’t do his best. The Russian moaned and patted Anton’s head…

Forty five minutes later the Russian climbed off Anton and the mattress, quickly washed and dressed. “До свидания в настоящее время.” Hi did not break a grin throughout the entire session. Anton moaned and tried gingerly to pull his thighs together. The bear of a man had wanted to lie directly atop him, splaying his legs wide in the air either side of his hairy waist. He drove hard into Anton’s ass and then rammed in and out of him with animal ferocity. As he was about to come inside Anton he would slow his shafting motion, stroking in and out of Anton gently as crushed Anton’s chest in his arms. After several minutes he would begin to accelerate his fucking again, once more pounding Anton’s ass furiously. Anton came the third time and after the end of his cock felt as if it were on fire. Finally the Russian pounded himself to a cataclysmic orgasm, straining hard to spurt every drop of jism into the ass beneath him. He rested there for several more minutes, then finally pulled out and rolled off the crushed and breathless body he had just filled with come.

Anton’s thighs were blurring from being stretched apart. A wet sticky mess was running out him and he rushed to wash. The door was opening again…

The dim lit of dawn finally began to filter through the grime over of the small barred window in the room. Soon the weak sunlight bathed Anton’s face as he lay asleep on the vinyl mattress. He awoke, his cock slowly hardening in a pool of come, the result of a host of ‘clients’ who had followed the Russian into the early hours of the morning. Anton struggled off the bed, every muscle aching and his inner thighs especially sore. He washed the mattress, then himself. As he finished there was a polite knock on the door. The knock was repeated, then the door opened slowly. Anton’s erection was fast softening. A head poked around the door. The face was thin, angular, a hint of eye show and liner and mouth sporting rich red lipstick.

“Oh good, you’re awake…it’s six…there won’t be any johns until around noon. That’s when they hubbies tell their wives they are stepping out to buy beer and cigarettes!” The head was followed into the room by male about Anton’s age. He wore skinny jeans and a t-shirt with the word “CUNT” emblazoned in shiny sequins on the front. He pulled a large plastic box on wheels behind him. 

Anton looked forlorn, even close to tears. “I’m called Janice around here, my real name is James but I can’t say it.” He sat down beside Anton on the mattress, then threw an arm over Anton’s shoulders and hugged him. “Listen, you can hate this, feel terrible, all the things that will make you feel awful…it still won’t change anything. Better to embrace it, go with the flow and enjoy getting fucked…more sex than you’d get anywhere or anyhow in your vanilla life. It’s the only way to survive and stay sane.”

Anton looked into the face, the first hint of concern or empathy that entire night. He nodded, unable to find words.  “Listen, Mr. Dothan had a chat with Buck, as well as a few of the other johns…Buck wants me to help you ‘look a little more attractive’ for some clients he has lined up for later today. So…I’m gonna have to show you how to put on false nails and some eye make-up. You’re gonna have to wear hose and garter belt for a couple of clients, so I’ll show you how to put it all on.” Anton turned a deep purple,Janice broke into a smile. “Yeah, humiliating isn’t it…but better than Buck’s whip.”

Half an hour later Anton was wearing, bright pink false nails, a dark shade of Sexpresso eye shadow by Sephora, some formula X pink nail polish and a garter belt and almost crotch high hose from Victoria Secret. He was also sporting a very hard erection. Janice grinned and pushed him toward the wall. “Lean against the wall, sweetheart, I’ll show you how to suck a cock.”

He plunged down on Anton’s cock, drew back while sucking hard, then opened his mouth and sucked in air. The cock would instantly cool. He then lunged forward, closing his mouth around as much of the cock as he could, knowing his mouth would then feel hot and wet. Anton moaned in unwanted pleasure. His tongue danced around the rim of Anton’s cock, velvet sandpaper, rough yet stimulating. Janice continued sucking while at the same gently probing Anton’s ass with his fingers. In no time Anton was shooting a load into Janice’s mouth. Janice sucked hard, his tongue rasping around the head of Anton’s cock, making his knees buckle. He sucked again, finally drawing back as he sucked and swallowed. “Suck hard, but use your tongue to rub around the head of the cock. And when he comes suck every drop and let him see you swallow slowly. They like that.”