It had been 3 months since that strange evening took place, and while I had been glad that I hadn't met those men again, it had got me thinking. I carried on as usual, however, and didn't think to change my normal journey back from work. Then one day, as I was walking up the escalator, I caught a glimpse of a familiar face. As I hurried up the stairs and through the ticket barriers, a feeling of panic took over me. I left the station, and made my way home, head down, trying not to look at anyone. Suddenly, I felt a firm grip on my arm and 2 men either side of me. I immediately knew what would happen, but remembering what they said to me last time, I wondered exactly what I was in for.
I as entered the room again, I saw 5 men waiting there, clearly ready for my arrival. They had taken the bed out, and the floor was bare, except for a camera in the corner, ready to record the events that would take place. The 2 men who got me at the station took my clothes off, pushed me onto my knees, and stood over me, pushing their dicks into my face. They order me to start sucking, to cover their dicks in my spit, as the other 5 men stand around, wanking, looking at me on my knees. One of the 2 men grabs my hair and starts fucking my face hard, pushing his whole dick into my mouth, right up to his balls as I choke, bringing up all that spit from the back of my throat. They keep alternating, spitting on my face as they fuck it. One of the men watching comes over and passes the one with his dick in my mouth a leash. As he tightly fastens it around my neck, he tells me to get on all fours, like a little filthy animal. I look up, indicating that I don't want to, so the other one pushes me down hard, until I'm on all fours.
