The Bathhouse Part II
I felt someone climb on top of the bed as another guy led me and assisted me in straddling him. It was as though he was holding his cock up, just waiting because as I lowered myself to a sitting position, his cock was inside of me. It was thick which caused a moan to escape, not just from the size, but because this was the eleventh cock to enter my hole. I lowered fully on the cock and leaned forward to rest a minute, but that was not happening. The guy on the bottom started jack-hammering upward, fucking me hard. Another guy climbed up on the bed in front of me, his feet straddling the guy whose cock was buried inside me, fucking me.
The guy standing up then grabbed my head and buried his cock down my throat. I heard a couple of guys talking, though I couldn’t hear what they were saying, it wasn’t necessarily quiet with a cock down my throat, and one up my ass.
The guy that was fucking me, stopped the guy that was throat fucking me also stopped, but was holding my head with his hard cock all the way down my throat. I started smelling something I knew was poppers and felt the guy behind me line his cock up with the one already inside me. The poppers started working as I felt both cocks soon inside me, and the guy fucking my throat continued again to pound the back of my throat. He sped up and it was shortly after that when I felt his load joining the other loads in my stomach from before the break. He hopped down and I felt another guy climb up and started where the other guy left off.
My ass was ripping open and I the guy behind me started fucking harder, soon feeling another load empty into me. The guy on the bottom started speeding up, and soon he exploded in my hole as well. Both of the cocks slid out of me with ease, my ass now gaping, and the guy throat fucking me held me in place as the “tops” got off of the bed, having to move out of his way, all while my throat was being pounded. He grabbed the back of my head, holding my nose in his pubes and plugged my nose. I couldn’t breathe. I started to panic and just heard a couple of voices telling me to relax, that’s when his load shot down my throat.
He shoved me over, falling over onto the bed. My legs were quickly grabbed, pulled off the side of the bed, and another cock soon filled my hole. This continued until the next bell went off, and everything stopped like before, the room emptied and I heard the phone voice saying, “another 25 loads faggot, you’re impressive, you have another ten minute break before I have my fun with you.”
The door shut and I ripped off the blindfold. I wanted to leave and I wanted this all to be over. I laid on the bed in exhaustion, breathing heavily. I scanned the room and that’s when I noticed my clothes were gone. I looked frantically, my phone missing as well. I looked up at the clock and noticed that it said 1:00am.
It didn’t seem like ten minutes, but soon, the bell rang. I replaced the blindfold on my face, and waited on the bed. He came in, the door shutting. He grabbed my leash, and led me over to the swing. He helped me into the swing, and it sounded like a zipper opening. I heard some rustling and finally I felt release around my cock. He had removed my chastity. I couldn’t believe how my cock was soft. Was the chastity training my cock? It was kind of weird.
The next phone message came, “I know you’ve not seen what’s going on, and now it’s time to watch what I will do to you.” The blindfold was removed and I saw 3 guys standing in the room, all three wearing more ghost face masks. A television that was mounted in the corner of the room was turned on by one of the men, then two of them oddly escorted the other guy over to my ass. He sat down on a stool and a camera was pointed at my ass.
I glanced at the screen and saw him rub my hole and insert one finger. It was almost as though I couldn’t feel it, then another. A third slid in with no hesitation, he cupped his four fingers and then slid into my hole. He inserted the four fingers slowly and unlike the other times he added a new finger, when his thumb was at the entrance, he didn’t hesitate and slammed it in. I moaned in pain. He was fisting me, and making me watch.
“Take it out, please stop” I screamed.
One of the two men standing there walked to my face and slapped me hard. The other guy grabbed my nuts at the same time, and slapped them. I screamed, a tear forming in my eyes. The hand was out of my ass. The three men then stood one between my legs, one each side of me and started jacking off, not stopping until their loads shot all over my body.
The three men wiped themselves down and one of the three grabbed their phone and typed. “We are finished for the night. You impressed us faggot, not that you had a choice. You do not want to disappoint us. Fisting takes practice, and that’s exactly what we will be doing.” As the phone was reading the typed message, he grabbed my clothes and phone from their bags, and as though it was rehearsed, the three men exited the room, one turning back to me, and throwing the room key at me, then they were out of sight, leaving the door open.
I quickly got out of the swing, which wasn’t easy, and went over to the door, shutting it. I collapsed onto the floor in pain.
It took me a while to gather myself, get dressed and head home. By the time I got home, it was 4:30 in the morning. Not knowing they had shut it off, I turned my phone back on, slamming onto my bed.
*DING*
I started crying as I grabbed my phone, opening it.
Faggot, I’m pleased to have claimed you and I know we will have phone. Stephen and Becky would be in shock to see their son like this. Their perfect little boy, destroyed and turned into a fuck toy for anonymous men to unload themeselves into.
*DING*
Then a video came across. I watched in horror seeing bits and pieces of what had happened to me tonight. I cried, then froze. Wait, how did this person know my parents? Who was he and why did he choose me?
The next thing I knew my alarm was going off at 7am, time to hit the gym. I could barely move, my body aching all over from the night before.
*DING*
Casey: Hey bro, where are you?
Me: Sorry, I had a late night and just went to bed a couple of hours ago.
Casey: Oh? What was her name?
Me: No, it wasn’t that, trust me. I just couldn’t sleep well.
Casey: Well, wanna skip the work out and just gets some grub?
Me: Sure, can we meet at like 9? There’s a great breakfast place, hole in the wall kind of place called Cindy’s.
Casey: See you there.
I plugged my phone in, and rolled back over.
*DING*
Faggot, you were very good last night, and I know you must be well, exhausted so you have the day off. Tomorrow you’ll recevie your next orders.
Me: No, I want out. This isn’t me, I’m not a whore, I’m not YOU.
Faggot, how dare you, you’ll regret that. Tomorrow!
I threw my phone back on the bed and closed my eyes. It wasn’t long that my phone started ringing. I grabbed it, looked at the screen and saw it was my mom.
“Hey ma, what’s up?”
“I don’t know, you tell me, something you want to tell me?”
“What are you talking about? Tell me about this text I just got?”
I panicked, “What text?”
“Its a video and looks like you’re sucking a penis.”
“Send it to me.”
I looked at my phone and saw a video from what I think was the first night and tried to think quickly.
“Mom, its not what you think, I was eating a hotdog and some kids made a meme out of it. That’s all.”
It took a little more convincing, but for the most part, I think she bought it, probably not, but we ended the call on normal terms.
“How fucking dare you,” I texted Master Max, “You know this is illegal, extortion, blackmail, whatever.”
Faggot, it would have been, but I clearly have your consent on a contract you signed and left for me… Remember? Now you know I’m not fucking around. TOMORROW!
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