He crawled back on the bed to put the tin full of chems back in his bag, and while doing so, unashamedly exposed his used musclehole.   I pumped some lube on my right hand from the bottle on the bedside table (a plywood cube painted black), and went straight to work on his sphincter.   The muscle was inflamed, and a dark purple in color - a sign of much use.  Just by touching his hole, he immediately relaxed, and the muscle started to open.  First one finger - then two - easily slid in to his warm rectum.   His only response was to widen his stance and push back on my fingers.   "Fuck yeah pig!  Show me that fuckin' hole," I said, slowly rotating my fingers in his slot - and adding a third.   He began riding my fingers - fucking himself - rocking back and forth.  Definitely a hole in heat!  

Seeing this eager musclepig work his ass on my hand triggered the "top" in me, and my greasy cock started to press against the confines of my leather jockpouch.   "Gonna fuck that hole, pig!  Gonna fuck that hole with my pierced cock," I grunted.  "Turn around an' get me hard, slut!" I ordered.  He immediately obeyed, turning around and burying his stubbled face in my leather crotch.   "Yes Sir!  Please fuck me!  I need your cock in my hole.  Please breed me sir!!" he chanted, in between chewing on the leather pouch and trying to unsnap the codpiece with his teeth.  I cupped one hand on the back of his buzzcut head, and used the other hand to pop the four snaps holding the codpiece in place.  When I slid the leather out of the way, I felt his warm lips and tongue on my hard shaft, and we both moaned in ecstasy.  As he licked and sucked, his saliva mixed with the film of J-Lube already coating my tool.  They combined into a nice, thick goo - perfect for fucking!

Two pigs in a bathhouse - - - no more foreplay needed!  I pushed him backwards, grabbed his ankles and pushed them over his head.  My stiff cock landed perfectly on the ruffled, purple muscle that used to be his sphincter.  Sliding back and forth, my PA glistening in the flashes of light from the porno on the small TV, I felt the gooey lube on my cock mixing with whatever juices were leaking from his pulsing fuckhole.   He stared directly at me, eyes unblinking in the way that those under Tina's spell do.  He was uncontrollably grinding his teeth, waiting impatiently for me to fill him with much-needed cock.   I let go of one ankle (his hand reached up and took its place), and used my now free hand to press the head of my pierced cock into his musclehole.  There was no resistance, and so I just leaned forward and sank my meat in all the way on one stroke.  "Fuccckkkkkkk," I exhaled, losing myself in the sensory overload of seeing my thick cock disappear into this hot stud's ass; hearing the jumble of techno music, moans, footsteps, doors opening and closing; feeling the warmth of muscle, skin, tissue, cum and lube surround and massage my throbbing cock; and smelling the odors of cum, piss, sweat, meth, tobacco and who-knows-what-else that make a bathhouse unique.  

He reached up and grabbed both his ankles and pulled his legs back and wide, making that hot musclebutt the center of attention.  Now that my hands were free, i would fuck for a few minutes, pull out, and work his ass with my fingers.   The scene, and the willingness of this hot pig, made my cock throb like it hadn't in a long time.  Everytime I pulled out of his hole, my meat was covered in a thin film of cum - and the smell from all of those anon loads was better than the best poppers!   My dick must have liked it, 'cause it continued to get harder and thicker - so much so that the chrome cockring (attached to the ball in my ass) was starting to be a slight bit painful.  After a good thirty minutes of plowing his ass, we were both dripping with sweat and I motioned for a break.   I kicked back on the cheap foam mattress, and he offered me a cigarette.  I accepted. Found out his name was Ben (short for Benedict), and that he was visiting from Chicago. 

"So, Ben," I asked, "what brings you to Big D?"   

He replied ,"My ex used to live here, and he had lots of stories about the hot times he'd had at Midtowne here.   I had some vacation time I needed to use, so I decided to take a week and drive down here to check it out."

"Well? Has it lived up to his stories?" I asked.

"Fuck, man - I've been fucked more in the last two days than I have the last six months in Chicago!" he answered.  "The bathhouses back home are full of gym gods, but they don't fuck like you guys!  And the only condom I've seen here was in that bowl at the check-in desk."

"Yeah, Midtowne is where most of the nasty pigs go," I said.  "Club Dallas has more of the gym crowd - hot guys, but no sex.  Every once in awhile I go over there, especially if i'm lookin' for drugs.  And - i've had some good fucks over there.  But, if you're lookin' for the darker side - this is the place!"

Ben leaned over and took my resting cock in his mouth, cleaning off the dried cum from his ass and causing it to twitch back to life.  "Mmmmm - that feels gooood!" I growled.   His hand moved to my ass, where he found the metal hook between the cockring and the metal ball.

"Fuuuucckkkk - what's this in Daddy's hole?" Ben quizzed. 

"Pull on it an' find out," I challenged.

Ben hooked two fingers under the stainless steel rod and started to pull.  I raised one leg and rested it on his shoulder, relaxing my sphincter as the metal ball started to edge out of my hole.

"Holy shit!" Ben said, his eyes opening wider as the 3" diameter ball dilated my fuckhole.  "That is sooooo fuckin' hot!"

I reached down and pushed the emerging ball back in.  I wasn't ready to remove it, and the extra pressure it was placing on the cockring was becoming uncomfortable.   I grabbed Ben's neck and forced his face into my balls and the base of my cock.  He was easily compliant, and started drooling all over my crotch.   Seeing the control i had over this hot stud sent blood pumping into my cock, and i was rock hard again in no time!

"Ya want a booty bump pig?" i asked.

"Mmmm....," he moaned, coming up for air.  "Nah - i think i'd rather smoke a little."

He rummaged through the pile on the plywood table until he found the glass pipe and torch.  I watched as he fished a decent-sized rock out of the plastic baggie and dropped it in the pipe.  The hiss of the torch was the only sound in the room now - with  a muffled thud-thud-thud from the techno music playing in the  club.  Ben's eyes were focused on the glass tube, watching intently for the thick white smoke to appear - thick white smoke that would keep him horny and hungry for raw cock.   The torch clicked off - he was experienced enough not to let the meth burn in the bowl - and he placed the pipe to his lips, slowly inhaling the cloud deep into his lungs.  He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, concentrating on holding the smoke in as long as possible.   When he finally exhaled, I moved closer, sliding my hand between his legs and finding the cleft of his ass.  He was sitting in a pool of sweat, cum, lube and who knows what else.  When I felt the ruffled muscle of his sphincter, I started gently massaging it - making small circles with my index finger, and occasionally sliding it inside him.