It was my second or third visit to the CH2. The attendant gave me room 8.

I can remember it clearly.

I went ahead with my already habitual steps. Lock the door. Place the key on the tiny nightstand, and fish out my flask of lube from my duffle bag. Get my newly purchased bottle of Rush open, which I always did oh-so-carefully in the semi-darkness of the room.

Next, I would undress and methodically fold my clothes into my bag. Naked, I would turn around, looking at the black walls around me. This would be my cell for the next 8 or 16 hours. My prison where anyone could seed me at will! My jail.

Then I opened my flask of lube, removing the entire plastic cap so that only the plastic part of the bottle itself would remain. I would push the bottle up my ass, without any poppers to help me relax. I would hold the bottle inside me, generously past my sphincter and slowly climb on top of my bed. I would lift my ass into the air and push the flask with my fingers, so it would stay embedded in me, facing down like a dispenser.

Then I would squeeze!

 I would hold the bottle there, making sure it wouldn’t slip out. I usually waited five full minutes to pass, closing my eyes. I would concentrate on the loud music, raping my ears, while repeatedly saying to myself “you will allow any — ANY— cock to fill you with whatever they wish!

After some five minutes passed, I would slowly remove the flask from my now slippery hole, and wait until my small gape cinched itself to a close. I would slowly stand, first to my knees on the bed, then on the floor next to my bunk.

Did I have too much lube running down my inner thighs? Some lube was perfect. Visitors would immediately know it would be easy to invade my body!

But too much would soak my bed. By now, however, I knew the right amount.

Then I would slowly open the door and put my shoes as a door stopper. I would expose my hairless ass towards the door. Face away from the door. Most men would leave the door open, if shoes were preventing the closing. Well… not all. 

And this is what happened five minutes later, as I was laying belly down on my bunk, like a cheap whore looking for a quick, FREE hustle. 

A burly man in his forties walked in, dipped one of his oh-so-thick digits up my hole, in less than a single second.

He obviously felt lube flooding my entire excretory system. He immediately turned around and tried to close the door, but then desisted, not wanting to touch my white sneakers. He pulled his towel away and threw it on my bunk, an edge touching my leg. He walked up to my face and without even saying a word, he grabbed my hair, almost pulling a wavy bunch off me!

I guess he knew that the more brutality he displayed, the better a head he would get. I felt his entire hand on my head! And his hand felt thick! His cock was extremely thick, too.

As I panted trying to gobble down his prick, he kept forcing himself into my mouth. I remember clearly what he said, because he didn’t say a word before that, and he never said a word after that!

And oh boy! His voice was thick, too!

—What’s the matter, boy? You can’t take eight inches of meat? I saw your ad on the board in bathroom, saying you take all! 

I was about to say it’s not the length, but rather his girth, but he didn’t let me.

He pulled even harder on my hair and kept fucking my jaws, my molars, the back of my tongue, and my uvula, hanging in there. His balls were coated in my saliva by now. I also remember how red his pubes were, and I remember that once I tried to look up at him, and he pulled me back onto his tree trunk immediately. A minute or so later, he apparently noticed my bottle of Rush as I heard him unscrewing it. He took a deep sniff and handed the bottle to me. I took two hits, and screwed the cap back on. I felt his cock getting more excited, and I was afraid to brush him with my teeth. But he kept grunting, probably in poppers heaven as he kept his iron grip on my hair.

Another minute later, he grunted again but I could tell he was frustrated that I wouldn’t take all of his “8 inches” in my mouth. I gagged and slobbered every time, fighting his firm grip to get away from his elephant trunk, so I could get some air. He pulled my whole head away, and directed me to place myself across my mattress. Obviously he wanted me on all four, with the door to my right, half of my bed to my left, and me, on all four, imagining his enormously thick prick right behind me.

In a split second I realized that a small crowd had formed at my door, nobody daring to step in, but nobody leaving either. Two or three or four guys were watching me get in position, and they all cinches their eyes when the redneck slapped my ass into his desired place. He gave another grunt, and forced his plum-shaped head into me. I literally traveled to heaven, and when I felt him slide all the way in I was blessing lube in my mind.

My face was down and my ass was wrapping his 8x8 power drill machine. With another grunt, he planted himself firmer onto the ground behind me, and I knew the fucking would start any minute now. He took another whiff of my poppers but didn’t pass me the bottle. I extended one hand backwards asking for it, and instead, he took my wrist and held it tight to my back. Great, I thought! I was sure he enjoyed the view from high above, his engorged shaft already fully inserted in me.

I felt how he reacted when poppers reached his neurones, because his cock began to thicken!

I moaned so much that he grabbed my other arm until both my wrists were in his thick hands, and I was just a yo-yo for his lust. But, as he kept pulling my wrists tighter towards himself, I ran out of air. I shifted my head to the right, only to notice that the three or four Pakistanis were now jerking off their much thinner but impressively long cocks. I tried to look to the other side but my redneck decided it would be more humiliation for me, for them to watch me get bred “Tennessee Cuisine Style” —or maybe it was Louisiana, or Arkansas. I would never know.

He began grunting and fucking. He fucked and fucked.

Every time his thrusts would push me closer to the mirror above my head, he would pull on my wrists with another thick grunt and get me back,

He kept inhaling my poppers and by now, I could feel the veins of his shaft, grating the insides of my broken rectal canal.

And then he suddenly stopped! He pulled out and I opened my eyes. One of the Indian guys was coming forward, and I felt his bony fingers take over control of my wrists. My hands were getting numb of how hard this guy squeezed my wrists, and I tried to pull. I felt a hand on the back of my head, the Redneck was in command! He gave a great, angry grunt and I knew he had “ordered” this dark man from South Asia to fuck me bareback.

—“I am going to fuck this bitch until I cum inside, Sir,” I heard the guy say. Apparently, I had no say in what was going to happen to my twat!

There was no reply from my Redneck, just his massive hand on my hand forcing me to watch how the other guys studied me getting debased.

The Indian guy began to fuck me, and soon he was being egged on by his pals. He exhaled deeply a minute after that, and my wrists began to have some blood flow back into my numb hands.

—“Yeah, take my long ding, you bitch,” he kept repeating, and then he pulled out. He came fast!

I heard another one of them, say it was his turn.

My Redneck Master finally passed me my bottle of poppers, and allowed me to stay on elbows and knees. But as soon as I hit the poppers I felt the second Indian guy slipping in me, eeling himself deep into me, and he was extremely long!

In the meantime, my big, grotesque Redneck had squeezed himself between my head and the mirror, mere inches away from my face! Not only did he obstruct my view, now that I was allowed to have a view, but he was also wiping his thick white ass against my mirror!! But who was I to object? I obediently took his thick anaconda into my mouth.

— — —

All four of the Indian guys inseminated me, and I knew that my Redneck would soon get off my bed, plant himself back behind me, and fuck me with his tuba-sized cylinder cock, again!

Of course I was right, but by now the crowd dispersed and it was probably too late for all the casual visitors to the CH2. Only the locals would remain by the time this mammoth would be done with my ass… 

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