My story and originally published elsewhere. All characters are of legal age.
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After locking my dick back up, he took an empty glass and pissed in it. He took off one of his boots and took off his sock. He pushed his sweaty, smelly sock against my face and ordered me to take it all in. I took a few deep breaths. It stank. Its strong smell and sweaty wetness was intoxicating. I could lose myself in this smell. In this moment, I felt like all I would ever need to be happy was a whole laundry basket full of smelly, rank men's socks to dive into.
As he pulled the sock away from my face, I tried to follow it and keep my nose close to it. However, he holds me back, saying: "Don't worry. You'll get it back!" He pushes his sock in the glass full of his piss and put it aside. As his sock was soaking up his piss, he leaned in for a kiss. After a few seconds of surprisingly soft and tender making out, he bit my lip hard. I let out a little yelp and as I opened my mouth he took me by surprise by spitting in it. Seeing the shock in my eyes, he orders me to keep my mouth open wide as he hocks up another wad of phlegm. Knowing it's only seconds before he'll spit a thick wad into my open mouth, I want to close my mouth. Let him spit in my face instead. There's something about swallowing the spit of a stranger that just seems worse than all the degrading things I've already done tonight. But, as I think about the degradation, disgust turns into lust. Keeping my mouth wide open as I watch him hocking up a wad a phlegm, it's like I'm begging for him to degrade me without saying a word.
He spits. This one is much thicker than the first one. I keep my mouth open, so he can admire his spit in my mouth, until he orders me to swallow it. As I do, he spits again, first on my face, then in my hair. I feel the spit running down my face as it slowly dries. I feel disgusting. I feel degraded. I feel lucky to be able to serve these men.
He takes the glass and fishes his piss-soaked sock out. He tells me to open wide and gags me with it. The piss tastes bitter and with the sock gag thoroughly soaked, he has made sure that I will continue tasting it for as long as this gag stays in. He tapes my mouth shut to keep the gag into place and then wipes his hands, covered in his own piss from fishing the sock out of the glass, on my hair. He blindfolds me and attaches a leash: "Let's go share your pretty body with some more men. After all, isn't that why you're here."
FUCK MEAT
He takes me on a stroll through the corridors of this place. I cannot see where I'm going but I know men are eying me up and talking about me. A slow drip of piss continues to release from the gag and I have to continuously swallow it. I keep tasting its wonderful bitterness. He leads me into another room. Once again, there is an air of busy-ness to the room. I hear the sounds of rough fucking the muffled moans of gagged boys, the deep grunts of men drilling their dicks into tight boy pussies, the slapping of their bodies against firm boy butts. There are men assessing the different boys getting fucked, others claiming their spot in line, and yet others talking about how that next dick lining up is surely going to ruin this or that tight little boy pussy. The young man leading me in says "This is where we traditionally end the night with a gang bang."
In some way, this was what I imagined when I first arrived here. I had no idea what to expect but a big gang bang was the only thing my mind really could come up with. The reality has already blown away all my expectations but it somehow seemed comforting that this would be where it all ends anyway -- even though I'm sure my boy pussy is about to suffer. One of the men tells the man leading me that "there is still a fuck bench free at the end." It's a large room. I don't know past how many boys tied to fuck benches he leads me, and I don't know how many men are eyeing my boy pussy here. I do know that there's several groping my ass and pinching my nipples is I am led past them.
As we arrive at my fuck bench, he lets me know that a whole throng of men has already followed us. I hear some of them claiming 'dibs' but the young man who brought me here lets them know that he'll have the first turn on my pussy. He helps me onto the bench. He straps in my torso with a thick leather belt. He pulls it tight and it feels like I'm being put into a corset. The bench itself, however, is quite comfortable -- leather padded. I guess that's a good thing. Something tells me I'll be here for a while. My legs are opened wide, angled down, and strapped in two places. I am now just a helpless piece of fuck meat.
