The following story continues my Literotica series previously published in two parts which chronicled my sexual journey after answering an online post. This is part three of the series, which are all loosely based on sexual experiences I had years ago after I had answered an ad in the 'Men Seeking Men' personals section: "Wanted: Submissive Cock Whore Willing to be used by Me and My Mates." This chapter continues my odyssey the night I willingly serviced this man and many strangers at The Mine Shaft, a private gay club in London frequented by the leather crowd where my mouth was used almost to the limits of my stamina.
WARNING: This story contains scenes with Gay Male Dominance & Submission, rough sex, piss play, piss drinking, throat fucking, gagging, and bondage and is not for the faint of heart.
Kevin Puts My Mouth to Work for Beer Money
Kevin gave a tug on my metal leash and led me across the club's dance floor towards the back of the Mine Shaft. He had the leash draped over his right shoulder and was holding it in his right hand while he carried a half emptied pint of beer in his left. I followed him submissively across the club, not sure of what he had in store for me. As we passed through the crowd, I got numerous stares and catcalls from men who were dancing and drinking. We entered a dark corridor at the back of the club, and as we passed by several open doors, I caught glimpses of sex in small rooms off the corridor--naked men on their knees sucking cocks, men kissing each other, one younger guy lying on the floor, surrounded by other men stroking their dicks and shooting their cum or pissing all over him. My cock started hardening again as I took in these vignettes of debauchery.
At the end of the hall, Kevin pushed open the large black door to the men's room and pulled me in by my leash. The large bathroom was well lit, with a checkered pattern of black and white tiles on the floor. There was a large open white enamel urinal on one wall to the right, the kind where about six guys could line up and all piss at the same time. On the left side I could see the toilet stalls, and a long bank of sinks were arrayed down the middle wall. It smelled of sweat, piss, and cum in there.
Kevin led me over towards the corner, just to the right of the urinal wall.
He was smirking as he looked me in the eye. "Let's just get you ready, eh boy?"
He put his beer down on one of the sinks, then reached behind me and grabbed my arms, pulling them together and clasping the steel clasps of my leather wrist cuffs so my hands were bound behind my back. He roughly yanked off my black leather briefs so I was completely naked except for the black boots which John had given me to wear to the club. I couldn't hide my rapidly engorging cock as I imagined what he was going to do to me in there.
"All right cocksucker, why don't you get on your knees right here and get comfortable. Something tells me you are going to be here for a while." Kevin was chuckling as he pointed to a spot in the corner, just to the right of the large urinal. I knelt on the hard tiles, my cock rock hard with anticipation at the situation I was in, not knowing what was going to happen to me. I was on public display for all the men coming into the bathroom.
Kevin walked over to the sink, picked up his pint of beer, and drained the glass in one long gulp. He then pulled a large black magic marker pen out of the inside of his leather vest and wrote "TIPS" in large block letters on the side of the glass. He placed the glass on the floor beside me, so it was easy to see for anyone walking into the restroom.
After setting up the tip jar, he walked over to the trashcan and, reaching behind it, pulled up a cardboard sign with the words "I SUCK FOR TIPS' in bold letters. I guess he had set this up before my arrival. He hung the sign around my neck by a string attached to the top of the cardboard. I knelt there, dripping pre-cum and imagining what was to come.
Within a couple of minutes, almost as if on cue, two rough looking men entered the bathroom, walked over to the urinal and unzipped their pants. They didn't notice me at first. One of them was large and muscular with jet black hair, and like Kevin, was wearing a black leather vest with no shirt. His biceps, triceps, and deltoid muscles looked like chiseled marble. The other man, a blonde guy with short, thinning hair, was dressed similarly in black leather and had tattoos all over his arms. As they started pissing, the guy with black hair casually looked over his shoulder at me kneeling in the corner. He smiled at my predicament and continued pissing.
As he was finishing his piss, the black haired guy turned to his buddy on his left and said, "Hey Harry, get a load of this bloke in the corner. Says he sucks for tips. Shall we have a go?"
Harry, the blonde guy, craned his neck and looked at me from behind his friend and smiled.
"Why not, Bob? If he's no good, we don't have to tip him!"
The two men laughed, and with their cocks still dangling out the front of their leather pants, walked over to me.
Bob, the black haired guy, looked at Kevin, who was still holding my leash and grinning like a Cheshire Cat, and asked, "How much of a tip?"
Kevin replied, "Whatever you think he's worth, mate."
"Oh I'm liking this better all the time," said Bob.
Bob looked down at me and said, "Okay faggot, get my cock in your mouth and show me what you can do."
He was leering at me as I greedily took his now hardening cock in my mouth. I could taste the few drops of piss that remained on the glans of his cock. I moved my head slowly up and down the thick veiny cock as it started to engorge. Bob started to moan with pleasure.
"That's it you nasty cocksucker. Suck my big dick like a lollipop, faggot, and 'ol Bob will give you a nice reward. Hope you like the taste of piss because you just cleaned off my cock bitch."
I looked up into his eyes and nodded my enthusiasm after sucking the remaining piss off his cockhead.
Bob put his hands on either side of my head, and started a slow, rhythmic face fucking. Each thrust was a little bit deeper than the last, and I felt his cockhead start to push into the opening of my throat. With my hands bound behind my back and in my kneeling position, I had no choice but to take it.
I started to make gagging sounds as he moved his hips, thrusting his thick cock deeper and deeper into my throat. While this was going on, men continued to come into the restroom to piss, and a few of them took great interest in the action in the corner focused on my mouth.
Bob was smiling as he looked down at me, bobbing my head rhythmically down on his cock. "Oh that's a good cocksucker. Get it in your whore throat you nasty bitch. Harry, you're going to love using this bitch's throat. It's like velvet!"
Harry replied enthusiastically, "Oh I mean to use him. Looks like this faggot knows how to suck cock!"
Kevin chuckled. "That's why I brought him in here boys. He's going to earn the next round of beers for me and my mates."
Bob looked down at me. "You hear that cocksucker? You've got to earn enough money for your friend and his mates, so you better suck us good."
I looked up into Bob's eyes and nodded my head as best I could with his cock in my throat. "Yesh Sir...glugg...glugg....gack."
All three men enjoyed listening to my gurgling sounds as Bob thrust his thick cock into my throat. Every couple of minutes he would pull it all the way out, and I would suck in a lungful of air, to the delight of all the men.
Bob was smiling at the complete control he had over me. "You're about to get some of Bob's special sauce, cocksucker. I want you to keep the dick in your mouth as I shoot my cock cream and don't swallow until I tell you to swallow, do I make myself clear?"
I hesitated for a moment.
THWAK! Kevin brought his palm down hard on my ass, stinging my right butt cheek.
"Answer him cocksucker!"
