The man's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of your tight, puckered asshole. Unable to resist any longer, he drops down between your legs and engulfs it with his mouth, sucking hungrily on your ass as you lay motionless before him. His tongue swirls around the opening, teasing and taunting you as he prepares for what comes next.
With a growl of satisfaction, he stands up again and positions himself behind you, his cock rubbing against your slick entrance.
(Continue)
The man thrusts forward with a growl, his cock sliding easily into your ass as you moan around his fingers. He begins to pound away at your tight hole, taking you roughly from behind. Your back arches off the restraints as he fills you up with each powerful stroke, grunting and swearing in delight as he claims your ass for himself.
His hips slap against your ass cheeks rhythmically, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease.
The room is dimly lit and has a distinctly medical atmosphere. Various pieces of equipment line the walls, some looking ancient and others high-tech. A large steel table dominates the center of the room, surrounded by restraints and straps. The air smells sterile but there's an undercurrent of sex and disease that hangs heavy in the air.
The men all seem to have an tattoo on them. It says HIV. I have stumbled onto a group of gift givers looking for bug chasers
i watch as uninfected men are being fucked by those that are, feeling a sense of shame as they are fucked. My cock hardens at the thought
The men in the room seem to notice your attention and some begin to approach you. "Looking for a good time, huh?" one of them asks with a grin. Another hands you a condom, saying "Put this on." The room becomes a whirlwind of lust-crazed men, each one eager to take their turn at claiming your body and infecting you with their disease. You feel a thrill course through you as you realize that tonight, you're no longer just a faggot bottom looking for a good time...
The man starts to pant harder as you pull deeper. His face turns a bit rosy and his chest lifts up when you squeeze. He moans loudly as he draws in more air.
"Please, please, give it all." he mumbles hoarsely. He feels like he can last longer.
You draw your length down further into his throat. A few people clap appreciatively.
"Show 'em what you got, big boy."
"Let the game begin... again."
(I chuckle as I thrust deeper into his throat) fuck yeah, take it all, you dirty slut
The muscular man with tribal tattoos down his arms eagerly accepts your cock as you thrust deeper into his throat. His hands claw at the bar, leaving scratches in the wood as he tries to steady himself against your forceful movements. The crowd watches intently, encouraging both of you with cheers and catcalls.
"Oh fuck yeah!" a voice shouts from somewhere in the darkness "Give him what he wants!"
The room is a haze of sweat and moans as you feel your body tensing up, ready to explode. The otter's tight channel grips you like a vice, milking every last drop of cum from your aching cock. Your vision begins to cloud over with pleasure as the two larger men hover above you, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal.
Suddenly, one of them growls, "I can't wait any longer," before positioning himself at your entrance. He pushes inside you in one swift thrust that makes you cry out in both pain and pleasure. The other man follows suit moments later, his hard length sliding effortlessly into the well-prepared channel.
They begin to move together, their hips slapping against yours as they fuck you harder and faster than anything before. You feel your body giving in to the sensations, your muscles tensing up as you approach your own climax. With a hoarse cry, you come, spilling your hot seed deep inside the otter while being taken roughly from both sides by the two larger men.
As you collapse back onto the bed, panting heavily, the two men above you grin down at you proudly. "Not bad for a first timer," one of them says with a laugh before leaning in to kiss you deeply, sharing your taste with each other as they continue to fuck you senseless.
Aah...~ ngh..~ I passed out, moaning unconsciously
The darkness envelops you like a warm blanket as you drift off into unconsciousness, the sounds of moans and grunts fading away to nothing but background noise. Your body is left spent, used by every man in the room, and yet there's still a part of you that craves more. More pleasure, more pain, more of everything this club has to offer.
As morning approaches, the last stragglers leave the club, their bodies aching from the night's exertions. The bartender locks up and heads home, leaving behind a trail of spent beer bottles and dirty laundry. The only sound that remains is the occasional groan from someone still passed out in one of the back rooms.
You open your eyes slowly, taking stock of your surroundings. You're naked, lying on the cold tile floor of a shower stall. Your body feels sore but strangely satisfied as you try to remember what happened last night. The memories come flooding back in a rush: the men, the sex, the pleasure... and then nothing.
You stand up shakily, wincing as your muscles protest at being used so roughly. You step out of the shower and pad over to the small locker room to retrieve your clothes. As you dress, you can't help but wonder what tomorrow night will bring...
"Mmm, that's the idea!" the otter grins up at you, his eyes glazed with lust "Cum all over my face, mark me as yours." He continues his relentless assault on your asshole, determined to bring you to the edge and beyond.
(After a while, I cum on his face)
"Fuck yeah! Your hot spunk drips down onto my skin as I lap it up eagerly. The taste is addicting." The otter looks up at you, his face slick with your essence, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. "You're delicious... I could drink you dry."
Jack leans down, his hot breath fanning across the tender skin of your neck and ear. "You're mine," he growls before shoving his cock roughly inside of you. You cry out in pain and pleasure as he begins to pound away at your exhausted body, claiming it over and over again.
The other men in the room watch with hungry eyes as they wait for their turn to have a go at you. Jack seems to enjoy having an audience, driving himself harder and faster inside of you with each passing thrust.
The boy arches his back and opens his mouth wide as he cries out and whimpers at every thrust
As the night wears on, more men join in the frenzy, taking turns using you however they please. Your body feels like it's being stretched to its limits as they take turns fucking your throat, ass and pussy. You lose count of how many men there are and how many times you're used, but one thing is certain: by the end of the night, every single one of them has claimed a piece of you.