Tug of Whore

When you had the warehouse constructed, I always wondered why you had the little room built in the back. It was bare block with a cement floor and there was a spigot on one wall with a coiled black hose hung next to it, and a drain in the floor. One door opened to the warehouse, while the other door exited to a derelict alley where truckers would try to sleep in between hookers trying to wake them up to make some money. I had heard rumors about parties you held there at night but, despite making it clear I was interested in being a more intimate employee, I'd never gotten an invitation. 

One Friday afternoon, you called me on my way home from work, "Hey, can you come back tonight around eight? I could use some help. I'll clock you in for it." 

I was confused. What would I be doing? Normally I'm in charge of receiving, but I didn't remember anything on the schedule for after hours. "Um, is there a delivery I missed?" 

"No, you didn't miss anything. There's going to be a few loads coming to my private room and I'll need you to handle them."

I was still confused, but I'd be on overtime, so what the hell. I'd just stop by on my way to the bathhouse for tighty whitey night. "Okay, see you at eight." 

That evening, I arrived at the warehouse and let myself in with my key. Except for the alarm alerting that I'd just opened the front door, the place was quiet, the night lights gave off a dim glow.

"Back here!" Echoed from the back corner of the building.

I turned a corner and found you standing in the doorway to your little room. "In here."

Once my eyes adjusted to the red light in the room, I found the space wasn't as empty at it had been the last time I'd seen it. Wooden stocks stood in the corner with enough holes to hold two people, a cross adorned one wall with steel eyes screwed in at all for corners, a leather sling hung in another corner, a fuck bench sat dormant in another, and in the middle of the floor was a large rubber mat with a hole that matched the position of the drain in the floor. On the walls hung various toys, just waiting to be used. After my eyes spun around the room, they returned to you as you stood waiting to see my reaction. I could feel myself get flush and the opening to my white briefs stretching apart slightly.

"I saw you looking at the bathhouse site today at your desk."

"How?"

"I can mirror everybody's screen at my desk."

"Oh. Sorry for doing that at work."

"Don't be. Love the fact I have a little whore working for me." 

Your words made me even harder as I looked down at the ground in embarrassment. Suddenly your hand grabbed the front of my jeans and felt my erection.

"Fuck yeah, you're ready for some fun." You unbuttoned my fly and spied the white briefs underneath. "Nice." The afterhours doorbell rang. "Leave this on," you said slipping a finger under the elastic waistband and snapping it against my hip, "and take everything else off. I'll be right back."

I stripped as your footsteps faded, the alarm signaled the door opening, and two sets of footsteps returned. Following you was a familiar face, Oscar, the guy who fills the coke machine. Like me he was in his early twenties, but with a much smaller frame. I stand 5'11" while he barely clears 5'4". I'm a blond hairy otter type while he's Latino and smooth, a good contrast to me. He too was instructed to strip. There we stood, me in white briefs and him in a gleaming white retro jock. We both were clearly dealing with hard cocks needing to be freed.

You slipped your middle finger in the front of my briefs and freed by cock. My six inches sprang out. Then you reached over and pulled the front of Oscar's jock over and released his huge cock and balls. It was one of those that, until it's completely hard, bounces around like rubber. I was perfect, uncut, thick, surrounded by a thick bush, and with a pair of heavy balls dangling behind it. You grabbed us each by a nipple and pulled us together, "Jerk each other off and let me know when you're about to cum."

We each grabbed the other and started stroking as you tortured our nipples with your mouth and your fingers. It wasn't long before I was announcing my impending ejaculation. You grabbed a large plastic syringe from your back pocket and Oscar pointed the head of my cock into it as I released my load.

"Get on your knees and suck him, I don't have all night to get you two ready." I knelt and took as much of Oscars mammoth cock into my mouth as I could. You put your hand on the back of my head and forced it deeper down my throat. In about five minutes Oscar yelled out, "I'm cumming!" You put his piss slit in the top of the syringe and he unload a massive load into the barrel, so much so you could barely insert the plunger.

"Good boys! Take off your underwear and get on your hands and knees on the mat."

You went over to the wall of toys and got a big black double-sided dildo. "Point those asses up boys!" We both lowered our chests to the floor. Soon I could feel the pointy end of the syringe entering my hole and warm liquid filling me. I looked over at Oscar's face and could see the ecstasy he felt as the remaining cum was inserted into him. "Okay, now face your asses towards one another." We did as you instructed. Soon I felt the thick dildo entering my ass and then it wiggled a bit as you put the other end into Oscar. "Slowly back up towards each other."

Once we were ass to ass you placed a leather belt around our hips to keep us tightly together, cuffed our hands together, and gagged us with each other’s underwear. "See you two in a couple hours. Be good and stay put," you snickered as you turned off the light and left us in total darkness.

Squirming from the dildo and an acute urge to piss made my dick hard again. Oscar must have had the same problem, because before long I could hear his piss stream hitting the rubber mat and warm liquid pooling around my feet and knees before it slipped into the gurgling drain. It wasn't long before my own piss added to the pool.

After what seemed like forever, the door opened, and you entered followed by five guys. You looked at the pool of piss we were kneeling in and smiled, "Looks like you boys started without us." You placed a small rubber mat over the drain, then ungagged me and then Oscar as the other five men undressed in the corner. An older white guy with a thick 6" cock came over to me and slapped my face, "Open up bitch." I opened my mouth as his hot golden stream of piss landed on my bottom lip and ran down my chest. Soon all six of you were naked and pissing on us, still tied together with the dildo in us. The pool of piss grew, as did the scent of it in the air.

The older man squirted a last stream of piss on my face. "When do we get to fuck 'em?" 

"First we have to see which one wants it the most," you said undoing the belt and cuffs holding us together. "Over an hour ago I put them together like this. Let's watch them play tug of war with the dildo they're sharing. The one that loses the dildo doesn't get any cum." You circled us as you gave directions. "On my count, you two will try your hardest to pull the dildo out of the other using only your assholes. The loser will still get fucked, but all piss and cum will go to the winner. When I say go." 

My heart started beating fast and my hole clamped down on the dildo. 

"Ready."

My sphincter tightened even more, and I could feel Oscar clenching too.

"Set."

I took a big breath and got ready to pull with all my might.

"Go!"

 As soon as the 'g' left your mouth, I squeezed my ass and threw my body forward into the giant pool of piss, making a big splash. For a moment I couldn't tell if I had been successful. I pushed myself up onto all fours, piss dripped off the entire front of my body, and you stepped over, yanked the dildo out of my hole, making me wince, and said, "True to his position here, he's the receiver tonight." The men chuckled at your joke.

"Let me see that belt," the older white guy said. He took the belt and swung it in such a way it slapped my left hip a while the other end whipped around me splashing in the pool of piss before he caught it in his other hand. He cinched it tight and lifted my hips up as another man approached me and shoved his uncut half flaccid cock in my mouth.

"Yeah whore, get that shit hard," the man in my mouth said as the older man pushed his cock into me.

His beer-can-like cock rubbed hard against my insides and made me whimper onto the cock in my mouth. "Won't hurt for long, I build up a pretty good gob of precum." The two men slowly used my holes, only stopping to let one of the other piss or cum in me.

Eventually three of the men finished, went over to the corner, and got dressed. You let them use mine and the Oscar's clothes to wipe the piss off their feet. The two original men that started in me began to speed up their rhythms until one nutted in my ass and one in my mouth. The one in my mouth chased it with the biggest stream of piss I'd had so far. As I knelt cleaning off their cocks, I could see Oscar getting dressed and leaving. The two tops left, leaving just you and I alone in the room.

I stood silently on the mat, my feet surrounded by cooling piss. You stood in front of me and let your stream splash against my hard cock and then raised it until it was hitting my chest. You grabbed my hair, wet with piss, and pulled my head down and onto your cock, pressing my chin into your nut sack. Your other hand explored my used hole. "Fuck, yeah, feels like you might be employee of the month."

I could feel your cock getting hard in my mouth as you pulsed my head against your crotch. When it grew to the back of my throat and started making me choke, you pulled it out, spun me around and pushed me face down into the piss pool.

You grabbed the belt still around my waist, raised my hips to meet yours, and said, "Keep your fingers on your toes whore." Your cock slipped into me, and you didn't waste any time fucking me hard. It wasn't long before I felt your hot load spreading through my guts. When you finished in my hole you said, "Get on your knees faggot and clean off my cock."

The pool of piss was chilly now as I sat in it cleaning you off. The feeling of all that piss against my crotch made me rock hard. You noticed my cock and took out your phone, "Get on your back and use all that cum to jack off. I'll film it and send it to the guys that were here. Show them what a little whore you are. I want to hear you be verbal, moan, and splash around in all this piss."

I laid back in the piss, put my hand under my ass, and squeezed out a big gob of cum. The cum glistened on my cock as I started to jack off. I let out a little moan. "Come on cunt, you can do better than that," you said.

"Yes sir." I continued to stroke and noticed the dildo off to the side. I stuck it in me and started riding it, making splashes in the piss. I looked into the camera and said, "Thank you, guys, for fucking me and giving me all this cum to jack off with." I started moaning with each thrust.

"Yeah, good whore. Fuck yourself. Have you had enough cock yet?"

"No sir."

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm a cock whore."

"That's right you slut. How about you show the guys a little appreciation for tonight and put both sides of that dildo up that hole?"

"Yes sir." I folded the dildo in half and slowly inserted both heads into me. As much as I tried, I couldn't bring myself to get much past the ridge on both the heads.

You saw me struggling and encouraged me, "Come on whore, that hole should be loose enough to take more than that after tonight."

I tried, but my hand got shaky as the dildo stretched my hole.

"Here, let me help you bitch!" You stepped forward and kicked the bent end with your boot shoving several inches into me all at once and making me cry out. "Aw, poor little slut. Does that hurt?"

"Yes sir."

You kicked the bent end again, forcing even more into me, and causing me to cry out again. "I don't fucking care! Jack that fucking cock! Let's go! I don't have all fucking night!"

Faster and faster, I stroked my cock with one hand while picking up the pace with the dildo. Soon I shot a huge load all over my piss-soaked body.

"Eat it cunt." I followed your orders and when I was finished you put away your phone. "Good boy. Stay here for a second." Before you left, you move the rubber mat blocking the drain and then returned with a squeegee and handed it to me. "Use that hose and clean up all this piss. Make sure to get under the mat and don't think about wasting my water cleaning yourself."

It took a while to clean it all up. You sat in a chair against a wall and watched me, naked, wet, and cum running down my legs. When I was done, I stood in front of you with the squeegee and my head bowed. "Good boy. Put that back in the supply closet and while you're there pick up a case of water and bring it out to my car in the alley. I did as I was instructed. As I carried the heavy water out to your car, I could feel sharp rocks in my bare feet and warm cum running down my legs. Lowering the case into the trunk, my ass cheeks spread apart, and the cool night air swept across my taint. Behind me I heard a truck door open followed by some footsteps.

When I turned around a tall black bear of a man stood shirtless staring at me. He had to be well over six feet tall with enough of a belly to hang over the waistband of the jeans His long beard seemed to run into his chest hair that continued in a treasure trail down his stomach and made a nice contrast against the sheen of his skin in the dim light. On his feet were a pair of black boots with loose laces that looked as if they'd been pulled on hastily. "Nice. Wouldn't mind tapping that."

"Twenty bucks you can use him for an hour," you said to my shock.

"Deal. Get in the truck."

You interrupted him, "You might not want him in there, he's covered in piss. Just use him out here, there's hardly and traffic along here this late at night."

"Cool. Go stand by the truck bitch."

I stood naked next to the fuel tank of the truck in the cold night air while he paid you the twenty dollars. Once you had your money, he started walking towards me and you spoke over his shoulder as you got in your car, "I'll be back in an hour and get your clothes for you. Make that nice man happy."

The trucker unzipped his pants and a giant black cock and balls fell out, "Suck it."

I squatted down and worked his cock with my tongue and throat. Steadily it grew until it was so big it stretched out my lips and I gagged on every stroke. He kept fucking my face for the longest time. I tried to back up, but eventually I felt the steel frame of the truck (that blank space behind the fuel tank and in front of the rear tires) against the back of my head as he continued to choke me with his cock and making big strands of slobber dangle from my chin.

He was in a trance with his cock in my mouth until he checked his watch. "Fuck, I only got thirty minutes until your pimp comes back." He pulled me up by my hair, folded me over the tires, put a big gob of spit on my sore hole, and shoved his entire cock in me in one stroke. I couldn't help but scream. One of his big hands covered my face and muffled my screams while his other arm came around my neck and started choking me. His weight and his chest hair felt amazing against my back while the feeling of my cock wedged between the tires was a new erotic sensation.

He kept pounding away in my hole while I started to get increasingly lightheaded and eventually passed out. Sometime later his big hand was slapping my face, "Wake up bitch." I looked around and remembered where I was. "Clean off my dick." I squatted and licked his cum and my ass off him. All the cum from previous guys had foamed up all over his crotch. I sucked all the cum out of his pubic hair. Just as I finished cleaning his balls, your headlights lit up the alley.

"Looks like my hour is up." He pulled away from me, shoved his big meat into his jeans, and got back into his truck.

By the time I made my way across the alley, trying not to step on anything sharp, you had retrieved my clothes (throwing them into a pile on the ground) and locked the building again. I started to bend over to pick up my underwear and you stopped me. "Get in front of the headlights and bend over. Spread those cheeks apart." I did as you ordered. "Fuck yeah, he destroyed that hole." You slapped my ass and your palm stung against my puffy red hole. "Fuck yeah." Soon I heard your jeans unzip, and you felt your cock inside me. "Come on, try and squeeze that cock whore." I tried and tried, but my hole wouldn't respond. You laughed at my attempts. "Fucking whore. Bet you couldn't win that tug of war now."

The feeling of my loose hole and all the cum squishing around your cock was too much for you and soon I felt you flooding my guts for the second time. "Come on, clean off my cock so I can get home."

After you were done you got back in your car and left me in the dark alley to get dressed on my own.