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I took a minute to straighten my harness, adjust my armbands and slide the leather strap of my jock back in the crack of my ass. I also, loosened the laces on the executioner's hood and slid it off my head. Then I walked out of the jail cell and over to the two tweakers standing in the doorway. The taller one was wearing a black swimmer's jock, and the shorter (but beefier) one was in a pair of black, cotton/spandex shorts. "Hey guys," I broke the silence. "What's up?" I added, not even trying to hide the fact that I was checking them out. My right hand reached out and found the eraser nipple of the shorter guy. He drew a sharp intake of air, followed by a moan and threw his head back against his boyfriend's shoulder. "You guys been here long?" I continued (already knowing the answer to my question). "Uh, yeah," the taller one answered. "Um, we got here last night," he finished. "Party?" I asked. "Yeah," the taller one answered, starting to relax. The shorter one was enjoying my manhandling of his nipples, and one of his free hands was massaging my leather codpiece. "That was fuckin' hot over there, man," the taller one said, tilting his head in the direction of the jail cell. "Diddee cum in you?" he asked. "Yeah," I grinned. "Big fuckin' load - - - an' a big ol' dick, too!" I added, letting my left hand drift down to the boyfriend's cotton jock pouch. Even though it was soft, it was still nicely packed! "Sorry - - - too much partyin'," he grinned, sheepishly. "Hey - I understand," I said, reaching down and unsnapping my codpiece, and revealing my shrunken fuckmeat. That didn't stop the shorter one. He reached in and gave a firm squeeze to my cock and balls. It felt good to feel a stranger's firm grip on my cock. "Wicked PA, man!" he said, sliding the heavy chrome ring back and forth through my piss slit. "I been tryin' to get Brian to get one - - - bet it'd feel great in my ass," he smiled, leaning back and kissing his lover. "So, you're Brian," I jumped in at the opportunity for introductions. "I'm Jim," I added. "Oh, and I'm Rob," the shorter guy answered. "Hey - - - uh - - you don't have any - uh - favors we could buy - - do ya?" Brian asked. I wasn't surprised at the request. God knows, I've been there plenty of times. Havin' a great time - - - an' then somehow you're out of 'supplies.' "I'm runnin' kinda low," I lied. "But I got three slams in me." I waited, before saying, "So, if you want some chempiss?" Rob looked up at Brian, seemingly looking for approval. "Sure - - - I'm up for it," Brian gave his ascent. Rob gave him a quick kiss, as if to say 'thank you' to his lover. Rob dropped to his knees in front of me, undoing two more snaps on my codpiece to give him full access to my limp cock. I felt his warm mouth slide onto my cock, but without the frantic sucking that usually accompanied someone trying to get me hard. I tried to think of his mouth as a human urinal, simply there for me to empty my bladder. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the black, plywood wall, imagining that I was standing in front of an open latrine at The Eagle. The piss started out slow, but as I relaxed, the flow increased. Under normal circumstances, the feeling of Rob's throat swallowing would have given me an instant hard-on. But thanks to Miss Tina, that wasn't gonna happen. Just when I was trying to figure out how to split my piss between the two, Ryan walked in. I motioned for him to come closer. "Hey man," I whispered in his ear. "You got any piss in ya?" He just nodded. "Brian over here could use some, if ya know what I mean," I winked. Ryan placed his hands on Brian's shoulders, pushing him down so that he was on his knees next to Rob. I saw Ryan close his eyes, trying to relax himself enough to start the flow of piss. I knew it was working when I heard Brian cough a little and spray some piss out of his nose. But once he got the hang of swallowing, he didn't lose a drop! When I was done, I pulled my semi-limp cock out of Rob's velvety mouth, and pulled him to his feet. "Wait here," I whispered to him. "I'll be right back." I went next door to my room and shut the door. I felt a little guilty about making them drink piss, when I had plenty of Tina in my stash. (But just a little guilty - 'cause it was hot watchin' those two fucked up tweakers do whatever they could to get high!) I grabbed the glass pipe and loaded two rocks in it, and grabbed the torch. And just for good measure, I popped a half tab of "X" and another Levitra. Then headed back next door, just as Ryan was starting to run dry. Fortunately, it was still just the four of us in the dungeon room, so I closed the door to the hallway. "Look what I found!" I said, holding up the glass pipe for Rob and Brian to see. "Don't have anything to sell, but I'll share if you want some," I said, walking over to the mattress on the floor and propping myself up against the wall. Rob, Brian and Ryan joined me on the bed and I let Rob be the first to smoke while I held the torch. The pipe got passed around twice, while we all took deep drags of the thick, white smoke. "Fuckin' A, man!" Rob grinned, rubbing his hand along my thigh. "This is fuckin' great!" "Yeah - thanks, man!" Brian added. "We were just about to give up and go home." "As long as you're a nasty fuckpig, you're welcome to stay!" I said, waving the glass pipe in the air. "Hell yeah!!" the other three yelled in unison. "You guys mind bein' watched?" I asked. "Bri's a little shy," Rob answered, "but I love it!" I was starting to get the impression that Rob was my kinda chemwhore! We passed the pipe around one more time, and then I got up and opened the door to the hall. When I turned around, Rob had already hopped up in the sling, and was adjusting his legs against the chains. Ryan was casually playing with Brian's hole that was exposed by the jockstrap. I sat down on the bed and lit a cigarette. Brian inched his way over to me, and whispered, "If I can get you hard, will you fuck Rob? He wants that ring so bad!" he said referring to my PA. "Go for it, man," I told him. I really didn't think he'd have much luck, but I wasn't gonna turn down a blowjob from a sexy tweaker. He took his time, at first just warming my cock with his hot mouth. I could feel the warm spit running down my balls and into the crack of my ass - - - and then Brian found my weak spot - my hole. Without letting my cock out of his mouth, he slowly worked two fingers into my horny hole. I felt my body relax, as I gave myself over to his attentions. His long, middle finger found my prostate, and gently started massaging. My legs spread to give him more room to work. I heard the chains on the sling jangle, and looked over to see Poz Daddy dipping his fat cock into Rob's Tina-fueled hole. He was still wearing the yellow jockstrap from before, but had added a leather vest and biker's cap. He'd also brought a friend back with him - - - a big, black stud - also in a leather vest, and leather armbands around his biceps. He was stroking his leather, cockringed meat, while he watched Rob's hole get opened by his buddy. I was torn between wanting that black cock up my ass, and wanting to fuck Rob's muscular ass with my growing hardon. (Tina makes you want it ALL!!!) Brian grunting loudly, as he slobbered over my thickening meat. He had switched position, and was now on his knees - Ryan sitting cross-legged behind his ass, feeding the Ken Ryker dildo in and out of his tweaked hole. Brian's free hand (the one not up my ass), encircled the leather ballstretcher around my balls and exerted a firm, steady tug. I don't know what it was (maybe the earlier Levitra?), but all of a sudden, I was rock hard! Brian noticed it too, and stopped his frantic sucking. "Fuck! That's hot!" he said, staring with the unblinking stare of a methhead. "Please fuck 'im!" he said, still staring. "Fuck 'im with that big, pierced dick!" Afraid of losing my hardon, I quickly got up and moved toward the sling. Poz Daddy took one look, and slid his wet cock out of Rob's gaping hole. "Fuck, yeah!" he grinned. "We got us a flip fucker!!!" I stepped into position at the edge of the sling and slammed my cock into Rob's open hole. "Fuck!!!" he yelled, with a twisted grin on his face. His hole felt like a tube of warm pudding, happy to be filled by a man's thick cock. "Fuck yeah, man!" Poz Daddy growled in my ear. "Fuck the pig's hole!" I felt my cock expand even more, as it got used to the sensation of the warm muscleboytweakerhole. I grabbed hold of the chains supporting the sling, and started moving my hips back and forth, watching my lubeslick tool slide in and out of the stretched pucker. The black guy moved in behind me, reaching around and playing with my pierced tits, and sliding his thick meat up and down my sweaty buttcrack. "That's right... fuck 'im...fuck his hole... fuck 'im with that big, pierced dick!" he quietly hissed in my ear. (I found out later that his name was James, and Poz Daddy (aka Brent) had texted him, and told him about the partypigs at the bathhouse. Suggested he come over an' fuck some ass.) James' right hand disappeared from my chest, only to help him position his cock against my sphincter. I stopped fucking Rob long enough to focus on my asshole, and felt the huge cock slide in me! "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned in approval, melting against the heat of James' big body, and letting him push me deeper into Rob. I was sandwiched between two hot guys, fucking and getting fucked at the same time!!! James took over now, grinding his muscular pelvis against me, and forcing me to fuck Rob harder and harder. The mixed smell of his sweat and the leather vest was like another drug for my chemmed-up mind, and I happily gave myself over to this fucking machine!

I was still high from a party I went to on Friday night, so I packed up my bag and headed to the bathhouse on Saturday around noon. Figured, even if there wasn't any action, I could get some sun on the roof deck. Checked into my room and got comfortable - fired up the glass pipe - blew some clouds - went to the bathroom with my douche bulb to make sure I was clean (even though I'd done a thorough cleanout before the party - and hadn't eaten anything since). Went back to the room. Popped a tab of X. Blew some more clouds. I was still wearing the heavy chrome cockring from the night before, but my dick was showing the effects of Miss Tina. Dug around in my bag, and found the pill bottle with the Viagra. Took a half pill. Kicked back and smoked a cigarette and gooned to the porn on the TV. Dug through my bag and found my 2" neoprene ballstretcher and pulled my balls through it. (Some guys don't like all this shit on their cock and balls - but I look at mine as 'equipment' - and anything I can do to draw attention to it is a bonus!) Enough of this shit. Time to walk around and see who's here. I snapped on my leather jock/codpiece and headed out the door. It was pretty quiet on the third floor. As I passed by the closed doors, I heard the occasional loud snoring from some guys sleeping off the previous night's excess. As I got toward the back of the floor, I saw the door open to the corner room. (I mention this, because the corner rooms are larger - usually with a double bed - and are usually rented by couple, or guys who want lots of company....) I slowed down, so I could get a look inside without actually stopping. The lights were off, but from the flickering of the TV, I could make out one guy on the bed - propped up on a pillow - smoking a cigarette, and staring blankly at the TV screen. I could tell he was trying not to look like he saw me, but his eyes shifted a couple of times toward the door opening. I continued on, checking out the rest of the closed doors, and fantasizing about what kind of trouble I might get into with the corner room guy. On my next circuit around, I was bolder - actually stopping in the doorway and staring at him. He had a nice body, probably mid-twenties, short blonde hair, clean-shaven, and I noticed four or five good-sized dildoes on the bed next to him. He had his towel draped over his cock, so I couldn't make a judgment on that score - - - yet. He finally turned his head and acknowledged me with a nod. I stepped a little ways into the room and said, "Hey man. Want some company?" He waved his cigarette, motioning me into the room. I sat down on the edge of he bed, introduced myself, and found out his name was Tyler. He and his boyfriend had checked in the night before, but around 5 am, the BF had left to go party with some friends at the 'other' bathhouse down the street. "So - you guys play around?" I asked, pulling my pack of smokes out of my jock waist band and lighting up. "Yeah - he gets kinda crazy when he parties - guess I do, too - but more guys are after him, 'cause he's got a real big dick..." Tyler said, lazily fondling his crotch under the ratty, white towel. "So - uh - I guess you like to get fucked?" I kept the conversation going. "Yeah - pretty much - 'specially when I party." "Yeah - I know what you mean," I answered. "Whatchu party with?" I asked. "T... G... X... K... - those are the main ones, I guess," he answered, propping himself up a little on the two poor excuses for pillows. "Man, I love 'T', " I said, letting him know I was cool with it. "Mind if I go get my shit, an' we can party together?" I asked. "Cool," he nodded, actually looking at me for the first time. "Just leave the door open." he added. I got up and headed back to my room, glad that I'd made some sorta connection. Out of habit, I checked to see if there were any open doors on the way back to the room. Nothing. I grabbed my pipe, a bag of t, lighter, j-lube, coupla dildoes, leather harness and armbands - threw it all in a black nylon gym bag, and headed back to Tyler's room. He was laying right where I left him - staring at the TV on the wooden platform - smoking another cigarette. I walked in and shut the door. He seemed a little surprised that I'd brought a whole bag o' shit. "Don't worry - I'm not movin' in - just thought I'd bring summa my stuff in case we wanted to play..." I explained. I pulled out my glass pipe and lighter and fired it up to get things going. He instinctively reached for his own and did the same. "You ever booty bump?" I asked. "Hell, yeah," he grinned, finally pulling off the tattered towel, and revealing his shrunken tina dick. He was wearing a leather cock-and-ball stretcher, chrome cockring, and had a 2 gauge PA through the head of his cock. (I love seein' a wasted party cock on a hot man - means he's fuckin' spun and needs to get his hole stretched - - - BAD!!!) I licked my little finger and slid it in the bag of t, pulling out a nice bump for my new friend. Tyler licked his lips and pulled his legs back exposing his shaved ass. "Push it out, pig," I ordered. I saw the pucker start to open as he controlled his breathing. When I could see the pink insides of his hole, I slid my finger in, feeling the warm folds of his rectum. "Ohhhhh yeeaaaahhhhhh!" Tyler moaned. "Fuckin' burn my hole up, man!" he said, throwing his head back and grinding his jaws together. I slowly traced the inside of his guts with my finger, making sure that the crystal was well distributed, and testing to see how easily he would open up. When I finally pulled my finger out, I first held it up to my nose to check for any hint of shit (I'm not into scat, guys). It passed the smell test, so I stuck it in my mouth and licked it clean. "Mmmmmm! Sweet hole, man!" I complimented him. "Tastes like you got some cum up there..." "Yeah - I guess I been fucked four or five times tonite," he admitted nonchalantly. "Cool!" I answered. "So, you like raw dick?" I asked. "Yeah - rubbers fuckin' give my hole a rash, man," he replied. "Plus, I like feelin' it run outta my ass," he said, smiling. (Mmmm - jackpot!!!) I squirted some j-lube on my fingers and inserted two in Tyler's hole. He raised his ass to meet me, signaling that he wanted to play. "God, that feels good!" Tyler raised his head up, staring at me. I was slowly twisting my fingers in his warm hole, alternating between two and three, and keeping him well-lubed. "Fuck! That's awesome, man!" he grinned, playing with his nipples. "Hey - wait a minute," he made me pause. He dug around and found a pill bottle, pulled out a little pink one, and downed it with some water. "What was that?" I asked. "X," he answered. "Haven't had any since we first got here - this'll really get me goin'!" he grinned again, flicking his tits with the tips of his thumbs. (Okay - we're in it for the long haul.... ) I played with his hole for what seemed like an hour, taking turns between my hands and a few medium-sized dildoes. We took a brief break for him to smoke some more t and we both had a cigarette (I skipped the t 'cause I wanted to fuck this hot ass!) "Man - you really know how to work my hole!" Tyler said, finding a pair of titclamps and attaching them to his hard nipples. "Ger hardly ever plays with my ass," he said, speaking of his boyfriend, Gerhardt. "He just wants to stick it in an' start fucking." "It's like you know what my ass needs," he said, stretching his legs and tugging on the chain attached to the titclamps. "Takes a good bottom to know how to play with your ass," I answered. "Trust me - I've had years of experience!" On our next break, Tyler sat up, crosslegged and groped my leather crotch. "So - wutcha got packed in there, Daddy?" he said, his eyes darting between my face and my crotch. "Open it 'n' see," I teased, leaning back against the black-painted wall. Slowly, he unsnapped the codpiece, tentatively reaching in and squeezing my semihard meat. "Pop! Pop!" went the two side snaps, and the codpiece lay on the thin, white sheets. "Fuck yeah, Daddy!!!" Tyler hissed, his eyes unable to move from my growing package. The Viagra was definitely doing its job - along with the restraint from smoking more t, and the thought of getting to fuck the young stud's tina hole! Tyler ran his hands along the shaft, tugged on the PA, gripped my cinched balls - just like a kid with a new toy! "Fuck, that's hot!" he said, encircling my cock and balls at the base and pulling my 'equipment' toward him. "God, I need to get fucked!" he said, staring directly into my eyes. I put one hand on the back of his head, and pulled his head down to my crotch. He caught on quickly, and soon my cock was buried deep in his warm mouth. "Mmmmm-hmmmm!" he moaned, swirling his tongue under the ridge of my cockhead, and forcing the PA to slide back and forth through the pierced flesh. "Good boy!" I growled. "Suck your daddy's fuckin' dick." A garbled 'Yes Sir' came from his throat. I could tell the chems were really kickin' in for him, as he turned into more and more of the bottom fuckwhore I wanted. Every now and then, he would come up for air, tears welling up in his deep blue eyes from gagging on my thick cock, but still begging for some sign of approval from his newfound Daddy. I shoved four fingers in his mouth, so he could taste his ass, and know who owned him for this moment. "Whaddaya want, pig?" I snarled at him. He just looked down at my rigid meat. "Ya want your Daddy to fuck ya? Ya want my big cock in your slimy, used cunt? Fuckin' tina whore! Fuckin' whorin' your ass out while your boyfriend's fuckin' some other cheap cunt across the street? How bad you want it, boy? Say it! Beg for my fuckin' cock, slut!" "Please, sir!" he panted. "Please.... I need your cock in my hole, bad! I need your Daddy cock, Sir! Please fuck me! Use my fuckin' hole! So fuckin' hungry! Need it bad!" he chattered away, tugging on my balls all the while. "Get on your fuckin' hands an' knees, boy!" I ordered, slapping his stubbled cheek with my spit-covered hand. He quickly turned around on the bed, pointing his bubble ass in my direction. While he wasn't looking, I quickly reached in my bag and pulled out the leather harness and armbands, and put them on. Then I dipped my finger in the plastic baggie of t and pushed it in his gaping hole. "Oh fuck!" Tyler moaned, realizing what I had just done. "Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, Sir! I wanna be your fuckin' chemwhore! Fuck my cunt with your big cock, Daddy! Fuck your boy's tinahole!!!" he rambled on in typical chemchatter. My dick did look damn good! Since I'm the one who's usually so fuckin' high on tina, I'd forgotten how nice a piece of meat I had! I knee-walked forward toward Tyler's gyrating ass, and slid my cock up and down between his muscled asscheeks. "Fuck!" was all he could muster. I slapped my dick on each cheek a coupla times to let him know what was coming. "Open up, boy!" I growled. "Show me that fuckin' hole! Show me how hungry that tina's gotcha! Show me how much you want my big dick!" With a combination of relaxing and pushing, his pucker started to open. I bent down and shoved my tongue in, and ate his fucking ass. It tasted like cum and lube - - - and the bitter taste of meth! Fuckin' sexy chemwhore, cunt! I positioned my PA inside the open pucker, and slowly leaned forward, watching as his fuckhole swallowed my fucktool. "Fuck, yes....fuck, yes....fuck, yes......fuck, yes - - - uh-huh - - -yeah - - - uh-huh," Tyler chanted into the pillow in front of him as I drilled his hole. The X made my cock tingle a little, and I'd had just emough t to keep me from cumming right away. I put both hands on Tyler's broad shoulders for leverage, and powerfucked his muscle butt for a good 15-20 minutes. "Fuck, man!" I said, panting. "I gotta take a break." We were both sweating (part from the exertion, and part from the drugs) like pigs. "Ya wanna go get some water," Tyler asked, holding up an empty plastic bottle. "Yeah, sure," I agreed, grabbing my own bottle out of my bag. We headed out the door into the cool hallway - him totally naked, and me in my harness and jock w/out the codpiece. My cock was still hangin' thick, and glistening with the lube from his ass. We turned a few heads on the way to the water fountain, so the crowd seemed to be picking up! We took turns slurping from the fountain several times, and finally filled our water bottles. On our way back to his room, I slid two fingers inside Tyler's ass, giving him a deep fingerfuck all the way back to the room. One, hot, musclefucker standing in one of the doorways gave us a long look, and gave me a nod of approval as we walked by. While Tyler fiddled with the key in the lock, I pulled my fingers out and sucked on them (facing the hairy, muscleguy). I got a big grin out of his serious face!

As soon as Tyler and I got in the room and shut the door, we pulled out our pipes and loaded 'em with a fresh rock. There were two clicks, followed by the hiss of butane as we rolled the bowls in the flames of our torches. With the new rocks, it didn't take long before the glass tube was filled with the thick white smoke that would fuel our next hour. I'd gotten my fill of fucking, and now I was hoping to get some action in my hole, as well! I put my pipe away after it had cooled, and waved the baggie for Tyler to see. "Bump?" I asked. He answered by laying back and pulling his ankles up toward his head. I wet my middle finger in my mouth, dipped it in the baggie, and carefully slid it into Tyler's slick hole. "Uh-huuuhhhhhhhh!" he moaned, as I rotated my finger inside him. When I was satisfied that the bump was dissolved, I waved the baggie again. "Do me, man," I said, handing the plastic bag to him. "Aw-righttttt!" he grinned, pulling himself back to a seated position. He copied me - licking his finger, dipping it in the bag, and carefully inserting it in my warm hole. There was a brief burn - followed by a spreading warmth, as the drug dissolved and started its way into my bloodstream. I stared at the ceiling and sighed, enjoying the feeling of Tyler's finger caressing my insides. Tyler swallowed my cock, while still fingering my hole. He dug deep, and found my prostate, sending twitches to my semihard cock. I was in that 'inbetween state,' - wanting to get my ass fucked, but still enjoying the effects of the Viagra. "Please fuck me one more time," he begged, pulling his fingers from my ass and squeezing my growing cock. "Okay," I agreed, "but open the door, an' see if we can get that guy at the end of the hall to join us!" Tyler got up and opened the door about two thirds. I shifted around on the bed, so that I could see the door opening. "Climb on top of me an' fuck yourself," I ordered. Tyler did as he was told, squatting down on my cock and gobbling it up with his hungry ass. "Oh yessssss!" he moaned, grinding his butt against my pelvis. He grabbed the center ring on my harness for balance, and started riding up and down on my dick, eyes closed, enjoying the fullness in his fuckhole. As if on cue, the hairy muscle guy from down the hall slowly walked by the doorway, stopping long enough to check us out - but then continuing on. Was he not interested? Or was he just trying to be subtle in his cruising? I decided to get a little verbal - both for Tyler's benefit, and the guy in the hall. "Yeah - fuck yourself. You like gettin' fucked by big dick, doncha?" I teased. "Uh-huh," Tyler muttered. "Fuckin' whore. Take all the dick you can get. How much more cock you gonna get today?" I went on. Tyler was catching on to my plan - "Fuck - as much as I can - if it's hard an' thick, I want it in my ass!" The guy was back - now standing part way in the room - listening to our sex talk - watching us fuck. I could see he was stroking himself underneath his white towel. As Tyler's body rose and fell on my cock, I motioned for the guy to come in with my left hand. He took a few steps further into the room, and let his towel drop to the floor. Damn, he was sexy! He had a sharply defined tanline which made your eyes go straight to his crotch - and, although the skin on his pelvis and butt was very white, his cock was a nice dark brown. He was wearing a red Oxball cockring, which made his cock and balls jut out from his body. His cock wasn't erect, yet, but it was already a thick piece of meat! Tyler finally noticed we had company, and he practically fell off my dick trying to turn around. Since the guy was already at the edge of the bed (the rooms are pretty small - even for a double), Tyler easily crawled over and took his cock in his mouth. I scooted back on the bed to give Tyler and the new guy more room. Tyler slobbered on his cock like a bitch in heat. "Fuck, yeah," the guy moaned, while Tyler gagged on the growing meat. I squirted some lube on my fingers and got up on my knees behind Tyler. Slowly, I worked three fingers in his warm hole - getting him ready for some fresh cock! I looked up to see the new guy watching me. "He loves to get fucked," I said, staring back at the new guy. He just nodded, while playing with his nipples. Tyler finally came up for air, looked up at the big guy, and said "Please fuck me!" He bent down, and practically picked Tyler up, turning him around so that his ass was facing the edge of the bed. He slapped his cock a coupla times on Tyler's crack, and then positioned himself at the hole. I heard Tyler take a deep breath and exhale, followed by a moan of ecstasy. "Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" he sighed, as the big cock filled his gut. I leaned back and enjoyed the live sex show, alternating between stroking my semihard dick and playing with my tingling hole. The longer they fucked, the hornier I got - and it didn't look like Tyler was going to share anytime soon. I slid off to one side - ostensibly to give them more room on the bed - and when they weren't looking, I gathered my things and slid out the door. Fortunately, I wasn't in one of my possessive moods, so leaving Tyler and his new 'friend' didn't bother me. It just meant I could go hunt for some fresh dickmeat. The X I'd taken when I first arrived was still doin' its thing, and the last booty bump in Tyler's room had really gotten my ass twitchin'. As I walked slowly back to my room, I enjoyed the sensation of the rear leather strap of the jock sliding against my hungry asslips - fuckin' sweet, man! A few guys passed me, as I fiddled with the key in my door - but no one really caught my eye. I slipped in the room, and shut the door - needing to empty my bag and arrange my party supplies. While I had some privacy, I decided to fire up the glass pipe for a quick smoke. Then I stashed the pipe and baggy in one of my boots and opened the door. I kicked back on the bed with a cigarette, and started flicking through the X-rated channels on the small TV. Finally found one that was playing some good leather and bareback action. I reached in the small can of Crisco and scooped out a small ball of the white grease, and then pumped several big globs of J-lube into my palm and mixed the two. The warm, greasy, slime felt good on my hole, as I massaged it deep inside, making a smacking/sucking sound as my ass opened and closed. (I love that feeling when you know your hole is super clean - and you're high as shit - and your ass is just begging to get fucked!) I reached over and grabbed my Jeff Stryker dildo (small for me) and slowly inserted it in my pulsing fuckhole. Even though it's not that big, it has a great texture to it, and the curve can really hit some of the right spots! I tore a paper towel sheet off the roll I'd brought with me, and wiped the greasy lube off my hands. Then, another paper towel to wipe the sweat and grease off my X-sensitive nipples. Digging through my bag, I found the heavy japclamps and, while pulling my nipples away from my body with the nipple piercing, I set the clamps deep on my tits. "Fuuuucccckkkkk!" I moaned, as the clamps sent a tingling sensation through my body. I sat up, letting my body weight bury the Jeff Stryker dildo deep in my rectum - God I need to get fucked! For several minutes, I tugged on the chain attached to the titclamps, while rocking back and forth on the dildo - the more I played, the piggier I felt! Finally, I stood up, letting the dildo fall out of my open hole - checked myself out in the wall-sized mirror (in my drug-fueled state, I thought I looked pretty hot in harness, armbands, jock, titclamps and biker's cap) - walked over and cracked open the door to the hallway. I got back on the bed and placed the Kris Lord dildo on the mattress close to the door. Then shoved Jeff Stryker back in to keep my hole open and happy. A few heads leaned in to check me out - but no takers. (I admit, if you're not into my kinda play, the scene can be a little off-putting...) Just when I was about to give up, this short Mexican guy leans in. He opens the door a little wider (letting in more light from the hallway) and stands there playing with himself under the towel. He had a thick, handlebar moustache and several tattoos on his forearms - kinda that construction worker/laborer look. I decided, since he was the only one who'd shown any interest, to put on a show. I worked the dildo all the way in - and then pulled it all the way out - showing him the length I was used to taking. He just stared - not giving me any hint as to whether he was interested, or not. I sat up and reached for the Kris Lord dildo, and liberally covered it with J-lube, before positioning it at the entrance to my hole. Again - no reaction from him. I took a deep breath, and as I exhaled, I pushed the thick, rubber cock all the way in. Finally - his mouth turned into a big, toothy grin. I laid back, and let the dildo slowly slide out onto the bed. He took another step into the room. I spread my legs further, and positioned the head of the dildo right at my hole. He took the hint - kneeling on the bed and grabbing the suction-cup base of the dildo. Slowly, he pressed the wide head against my sphincter, until it started to slide in. I moaned (for effect) - and he continued pushing, until the entire length was deep inside me. The more I moaned, the more aggressive he got with the dildo - and since both his hands were occupied, he couldn't keep the towel on for very long!!! When it fell off, I was amazed to see a HUGE, uncut cock standing hard and erect!!! I let him continue fucking me with the dildo, but I knew I wanted that big cock inside me! I finally sat up, grabbing his wrist, and pretended I needed a break - while at the same time reaching forward and grabbing his stiff pole. He threw his head back and moaned, as my greasy hand lubed his meat. I managed to scoot toward him, and pull him to me at the sae time, positioning his cock at my gaping hole. He looked down, surprised and said, "Condon, no?" I just shook my head and fed his cock into my hole. "Uunnnngggggghhhhhhhh!" he moaned, feeling my warm ass around his throbbing cock. "Fuck me!" I said, staring at him. (He understood that.) By now, his animal instincts had taken over, and I knew my hot ass felt better than any cunt he had waiting for him at home. He fucked like a bull, ramming his fat cock deep with every thrust. "Ungh! Ungh! Unnh! Uh!" I grunted each time his compact body slammed against mine. Every once in awhile, I would see a body in the doorway, checking out the hot leather guy getting his ass used (and hoping they'd be back to take a turn in my hungry hole!). It didn't take long before I felt warm cum filling my butt - the Mexican grunting and shaking as his cock shot a thick load inside! When he'd caught his breath, he slowly pulled out and stood up - a long string of jizz hanging from his softening meat. "Gracias!" I smiled at him, as he wrapped his towel back around his waist. "De nada," he answered, and walked out into the hallway. "Shit," I thought. Instead of being satisfied, the fuck had just made me hornier for more (or maybe it was the Tina....) I rolled over and dug the baggie of T out of my duffle, along with a short straw. Scooped a small bit of the powdered shit into the straw and snorted it up my nose. Then I heard the door shut! Shit! -I'd been busted! "Fuckin' meth pig!" I heard a voice say in the dark. I pinched the plastic locking strip together on the baggie and slid it under the corner of the mattress. Then I felt a warm hand on my ass - maybe this was gonna be okay, after all! I leaned forward on my elbows, thrusting my ass upward in the dark, hoping for the best. I heard the unscrewing of a popper bottle lid (my senses were on fire, because of the dark - and the drugs!). Then, a long intake of air, as the stranger sniffed the poppers. The cap was screwed back on. I felt his weight on the mattress, as he crawled between my legs. His cock found its way into the cleft of my asscheeks, and rubbed back and forth, letting me feel its thickness. "Ya ready, pig?" the voice asked - like I had any choice - or wanted one. "Fuck, yeah," I answered, hoarsely. Instead of poking around in the dark trying to find my opening, the stranger ran two fingers up and down my crack until he found the puckered ring. I pushed back a little - just to let him know how hungry I was. The two fingers slid in, rotating and spreading my ass open. "Uuunnnggghhhhhhhhh!" I moaned. "Pig," he answered. The two fingers were joined by a third, and I was in hog heaven! "You let 'im cum in ya - diduncha?" the stranger asked. "Uh- huh," I panted. "Good fuckin' pig," he replied. "Ya like gettin' bred, doncha?" the man in the dark went on. "Uh-huh," I grunted. "Uh-huh, WHAT, pig!" he growled, slapping my right cheek with his free hand. "YES SIR!" I answered, quickly getting into sub-mode. "That's better, pig," he said, resuming the twisting motion of his fingers in my hole. (The snort of Tina I had just done was really hitting me now, and my ass belonged to this guy!) I felt him knee-walk a little closer to my ass, and I spread my legs to give him room. His cock was rockhard now, and he lined it up with the fingers in my ass. His fingers slid out as his cock slid in - a guttural growl vibrated through his body as he sank his cockmeat into my warm hole. "Mmmmmmmm! Nice, cummy hole, pig," he whispered. "How many loads has Miss Tina made you take today?" he added, slowly pulling out a few inches, and then sinking in again. "I dunno, Sir," I replied. "A couple today - maybe five las' night." "Anybody you know?" he continued, getting used to the openness of my hole. "Las' night - yeah - was at a party with friends - fuck me good. Still horny - - - so showed up here - two strangers - - - 'n' you," I managed to get out, wanting to concentrate more on the feel of his cock, rather than try to count loads. "Fuckin' crystal gotchu hungry, huh? (Slammed his cock in.) Hungry, fuckin methwhore! (Slammed it in again.) Let ennybuddy FUCK your slimy hole! (Grabbed the back of my leather harness and started piledriving his cock in my hole!)," he tested me as he got to know me. "Fuck me, sir! Fuckin' breed my hole! It's your fuckin' hole, SIR!" I let him know I was into the dirty talk. "FUCKIN! (grunt) CUM!! (grunt) PIG!!! (grunt)" he yelled, really gettin' into it now. The sound of his thighs slapping my ass, and the slurp/suck sound as he pulled out was accentuated by being in total blackout. After a good ten to fifteen minutes, I felt the cock slide out. Had he cum? I didn't feel anything. He didn't moan like he was cumming. - - - Then I felt his mouth and tongue on my battered hole. His tongue was fucking inside me! His hands grabbed the fronts of my thighs, while he buried his face in my dripping hole. "Mmmmph! Mmmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" he grunted, as he tried to dig deeper inside to get some of the cum he'd stirred up while fucking. "Yeah, pig!" he said, briefly cumming up for air. "Fuckin' pigass full o' cum! Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" he was like a wildman! When he came up for air the next time, he shoved his cock back in my hole, and leaned forward so that his chest was on my back. I could feel his breath on my neck - smell the cum in his mouth - I turned my head around as far as I could, and he leaned further so that our mouths came together. I could taste the cum from my ass on his lips - big slippery gobs of it slid from his mouth to mine! Our tongues wrestled - and I felt his cock start to pulse - he was cumming inside me!!! "Mmmmmm," I moaned, our mouths still locked together. I collapsed on the mattress with him on top of me - him panting in my ear and on my neck. After he recovered, I felt him slide out of my ass, but he still laid on top of me. "You don't know who the fuck I am, do you?" he whispered in my ear. "Uh - no," I answered, starting to get nervous. I felt his weight leave me, and then I saw the lights dim up in the room. Shit! It was an old fuckbuddy of mine - blaine. "Fuck, man!" I said, surprised at who had just plowed my hole. "I didn't think you ever topped!" I went on. blaine and i had played together - but always as two bottoms who needed their holes filled. He didn't party, because of his job, but I had no idea he could fuck like that. "When I saw you gettin' fucked by that other guy, I couldn't help it - I wanted to see what your ass was like," he grinned. "But, I knew if you knew it was me, we'd never be able to do it - probably just sit and giggle..." he laughed. "Hell, man! You can fuck me like that anytime you want!" I grinned back, flipping over and digging my fingers in my hole to get some of his cum.

The more that James drilled my ass, the less interested I was in fucking Rob. Eventually, I lost my erection, and slid out of Rob's juicy hole. I was also needing a little "pick me up," so I leaned back and whispered to James, "Just stay here and play with his hole a little." I went over to the mattress and retrieved the glass pipe and torch and came back to the sling. There were a couple of guys standing in the doorway, but James' broad shoulders shielded Rob's mouth from view. The pipe still had quite a bit of "T" solidified in the bottom of the bowl. I heated it up over Rob's chest, and then held it for him while he took a deep drag off the pipe. Then, I walked over to the dark corner of the jail cell and did a hit myself. All that the guys in the doorway could see were puffs of thick, white smoke. Ryan and Brian joined me in the corner and did hits themselves. I felt a little buzz work its way through my body, and I headed back over to the sling after stashing the pipe away. James was teasing Rob's hole with his thick, mushroom head - and Rob's jaws were grinding uncontrollably from the drugs. "You wanna fuck 'im, doncha?" I said in a low voice to James. "You wanna rip his fuckin' boihole up?" "Yeah, man - he wants it bad!" James answered, pushing the flare of his cockhead past Rob's sphincter. Rob was going crazy, now! "Fuck me, man! Please! Fuck me! Rape my fuckin' hole!" Rob chattered. "Ya want this big, black, raw dick in your hole?" James teased, pulling out and sliding the beercan thick piece against Rob's shrivelled, Tina-dick. "Yessir! Fuck me raw, sir!" Rob begged, raising up in the sling and grabbing his asscheeks to pull them apart. James pressed the cockhead against the open rosebud, and pushed forward. Slowly, inch by inch, his fat cock entered Rob's hungry hole. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Rob panted, staring into James' eyes, letting him know how much he wanted the big, black cock. The X and T were really startin' to kick in - - - plus, I was feelin' a little dizzy - probably from lack of water. I pushed past the guys in the doorway, and headed straight for the drinking fountain. The cool air in the hallway and the cold water made me feel better. Since the shower was right around the corner, I headed that way for a quick rinse off. It felt good to get clean again - even as much as I enjoy being a sleazy pig! On the way back, I stopped at the drinking fountain for more water. Now that I was thinking clearly again, I decided to go back to the room and grab the water bottles for refilling. The clock by the stairs read 2 AM - I had four hours left! On the way back, I checked out the open doors, letting the guys get a good look at the spun pig that was trolling the halls. And before going back to the dungeon room, I stopped in my room and grabbed the bag of "T" that I'd been using and my titclamps. I was in hyperchemfuckdrive now! All of the guys were thankful for the bottled water, and we all took a little break to catch our breath. After finishing a cigarette, I wet my index finger, dipped it in the bag of "T" and raised my leg for a booty bump. I trusted the guys sitting on the bed, and I frankly didn't care if anybody saw me from the hallway. If they recognized what I was doing, they were probably cool with it. If they didn't know, they probably figured I was just fingering my hole. Then I passed the bag around for anyone else who wanted to parTake. As I enjoyed the burn from the bump, I reached for the japclamps and clamped them deep on my tits. The "X" had made my nipples (and the rest of my body) electric, and the pressure from the clamps sent pulses to my butt. James must have noticed a change in my demeanor, 'cause he slid toward me on the mattress and positioned himself so that he was sitting between my legs. His legs were under my knees and his calves were on either side of my hips. I just stared into his eyes, clicking my jaws and fingering my ass. He gave me a sexy grin, seeming to read my mind. His right hand pressed apart my buttcheeks, and I felt his thick thumb press into my used hole. As big and rough as he looked, James was surprisingly gentle and sensual when it came to sex. Not to say he couldn't amp up the energy, but he watched my every reaction as he worked my sensitive ass. The more I ground my ass toward him, the more aggressive he became. I could tell he was getting off on it too, because his cock looked like it was about to split out of its shiny, black skin. Every few minutes, he would remove his fingers from my ass and smear the lube on his meat, making it glisten even more in the dim light. Between the drugs and the expert handling of James, I lost track of what the others were doing - I mean I was aware of other people in the room, but the two of us were in our own little fuckscene. James had four fingers in me now - and I wanted to feel his fat cock. I arched my back, raising my butt off the mattress, and inched closer to him. His hand pulled out of my stretched hole, and I could here the slurping sound of him lubing his fuckpipe. I inched a little closer until I could feel the blunt head against my swollen asslips. "Yeah, baby...." James hissed. He held his dick in position, while I slowly slid toward him, my hole swallowing the bloated tool, inch, by thick, black inch. I was now cradled in his lap, completely impaled, and completely full!!! I pushed myself up with my hands until my lips were at his mouth - turned my head, and dug my tongue into his mouth for a deep, sensual kiss. His big arms reached around my back, and pulled me to him, completing the joining of our two bodies. As we kissed, I ground my ass in circles, enjoying the feel of his XXXtra thick meat widening my cumdump. In this mostly upright position, the chain from the titclamps was tugging down on my nipples, sending even more electrical sensations through my drugged body. I pulled back from the kiss, looked him in the eye, and said, "FUCK! Take my fuckin' hole, man! It's all yours, man! Take it!" James' lips kind of curled in a snear, as he laid me down on my back, his cock still firmly planted in my hole. He was surprisingly agile for such a big man, and he managed to reposition his legs so that he was now on his knees with my legs on his broad shoulders. "You like that raw dick up your hole, pig?" he said as more of a statement, than a question. "Yessir!" I responded. "Fuckin' bathhouse whore! How many cocks been up that hole tonight?" he said, pulling partway out, and then slamming back in me. "I dunno - ten - - - fifteen, maybe," I answered. "They all dump loads?" he growled, corkscrewing the massive cock around in my loose fuckchute. "Just six or seven," I panted, not really wanting to talk - just wanting to have him pound the shit out of my hole. "Fuckin' tweaker hole, huh? Like gettin' fucked up on Tina so's you can take big dick like this," he grunted, as he picked up his fucking pace. "Uh-huh," I grunted back. He let one leg slide off his shoulder, but kept the one closest to the wall elevated. I'm sure it was easier on him, but it also gave the small crowd that had gathered a better view of my ass getting reamed by the thick, veiny, fucktool. Each thrust that he gave felt like a jackhammer through my body. Each slap of his thighs on my sweaty buttcheeks reverberated in the dark room - and I could hear the carnal sounds of my other party fuckbuds as they wallowed in their own chemsex fuckscene. James slowed his fucking until he was almost still. I looked up and saw he was holding up his index finger. Even though the light was dim, I could see that it was covered in white powder. He had found my baggy of "T" somewhere on the bed!!! He gave me a look, as if to ask if it was okay. I smiled back, and mouthed the words, "F-U-C-K Y-E-A-H!" He pulled his cock out, and I felt the tingle - - - then the burn - - - as the "T" was deposited deep in my ass. He massaged it in good, trying to make sure that I got the maximum impact. And when he pulled his finger out, he slipped it in his mouth and wiped it along his gumline. "MMMMMmmmmmmmmmm...." came the guttural response. (I hadn't been sure if James partied at all, or whether he just like fucking guys who did.) The 'audience' had disbanded for now, so I reached around and grabbed my pipe. "You smoke?" I asked, holding it up for him to see. "Hell, yeah!" he grinned. "Thought you'd never ask." I wasn't sure how much was left in the bowl, but I figured there was at least enough for one more hit. He took the pipe and torch, and heated the bowl like a pro. A nice thick, white cloud filled the tube as he cleared his lungs and started to suck it in. He held it in for what seemed like an eternity, before leaning forward and shotgunning the smoke down my throat. James' fucking had really gotten my ass hungry, so I hoped he wasn't getting tired. To my delight, he started playing with my hole again. Two - then three - then four fingers went in. He didn't take as much time now - - - and I was lovin' it! He leaned forward and whispered loudly, "Brent told me you like havin' your whore ass fisted. That right, pig?" "Unnggh - huh!" was all I could get out, as I rocked back and forth on his hand. "You like a man's hand up your butt, pig?" he teased. I nodded, leaning back and locking my knees under my elbows so I could pull my legs back. He reached for the bottle of J-lube and squeezed some into his cupped hand, allowing it to flow into my gaping hole. It was still warm from when I'd mixed it earlier. I took a deep breath, trying to relax a bit, and get ready for a big stretch. James rotated his hand slowly, feeling where bone met muscle, and gauging the best hand position to enter my ass. I felt a hand grab my left ankle, relieving me from holding it up - - - it was Brent. "Grab his leg, man," Brent ordered, pulling in a guy who had just been standing next to the mattress and watching. I was thankful for the help - it allowed me to relax a little more, and focus on my hole. James was having trouble getting past the third knuckle, so I held up my hands, wrapping one around the other, and showed him how to force his hand to collapse. I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly - - - he was in!!! "Fuck!" I heard the stranger holding my right leg say, his eyes staring at James' wrist buried in my fuckslot. I held my arms above my head and stretched, enjoying the incredible fullness in my ass. I could feel James turning his hand inside me, feeling my insides, rubbing my prostate. A little piss leaked out of my cock everytime he pressed deeper. The warm fluid felt good on my abs - ran between my flexed pecs. "You like that, man?" I asked the stranger holding my right ankle. Still staring, he nodded. "You ever seen a man put his hand in another dude's ass?" I continued, enjoying showing off for this newbie. "Nah, man," he answered. " 's fuckin' hot!" "Damn, right!" I kept on. "Takes a REAL man t' take a fist!" Not only was I enjoying the sensation of James' fist in me, but I was gettin' off on the exhibition of my stretched hole. Two more guys had come in the room, and were checking out the action in the sling and the jail cell. I had no idea who was getting fucked, but I could hear the sounds of skin slapping skin, and mouths slurping on cock, all around me. James squirted a little more J-lube around his wrist and worked it in with his free fingers. He gave me a look to see if I was ready for him to pull out. I nodded. Took a deep breath - then exhaled as he started withdrawing his hand. He stopped at the knuckles, and slid back in. Then repeated, coming out a little further, letting me get used to the width. Finally, on about the sixth try, his hand slid out, only to be replaced quickly by his left hand. "Fffuuccccccckkkkkkkkk!" I moaned, winking at him to let him know I was okay, and just performing for the 'audience.' James' hands were big, but my sphincter had finally gotten used to the size. My hole was completely open now, and I was so getting off on the piginess caused by the chems and this hot fucking stud. "Yeah! Fuck that slut with your fist, man!" Brent coached from behind me. "Fuck it so it's nice 'n' loose! Fuckin' gapin' ass, man! Fuckin' cumwhore!" Brent continued. "Now - put your dick in 'im! Fuck that loose hole!" James pulled his hand out, and shoved his cock in. After the fisting, there was no resistance. I felt like my ass was hangin' outta my butt - couldn't close it - open for anything! "Sweet!" James hissed, ramming his stiff cock into the open tube that used to be my asshole. "Like a fuckin' loose cunt, man! Lookat those lips around my cock!" A few towels were dropping from the spectators, as they stroked their hardening dicks. James looked around and found one he liked. "Hey man - come git you summa this! Fuck this tweaked whore!" he ordered a guy with a nice, uncut piece. The guy took James' place between my legs, and sank his dick in my open hole. It was no where near the size of James' cock, but I didn't care - - - as long as I was gettin' fucked by a raw dick. My ass sounded fuckin' nasty, as the guy pumped in and out of my loose hole. You could hear it slurp and fart as the air was released from my gut. The guy couldn't hold back, and within a couple of minutes, he was dumping his load inside me. "Fuckin' A, man!" he panted. "That's the loosest hole I've ever fucked!" he said, pulling out his cum dripping cock and standing up. The guy who'd been standing next to him, was now stroking his hardening cock, and looking at James for permission to fuck me. James nodded, and the next guy took his place. At this point, I lost track of how many cocks fucked me, and how many loads I took. All I know was that I was getting fucked - or fisted - or booty-bumped for the next several hours! I found out later, that Brent had texted some more of his poz buddies to come down to the baths and 'fuck the tweaked guys in the dungeon room.' Between me and Ryan, we managed to keep the bumps moving around the room, and we all got our share of raw cock and poz cum. Around 5:30 am, the room had emptied out, and we all agreed that it was time to clean up and go home. I peeled off the leather jock and slid into my well-worn 501s without showering. The cockring and ball stretcher gave me an ample basket, even though my dick was shriveled to nothing - - - and the X and T was still making my skin tingle all over. I pulled on a black, ribbed tank over my sore tits, and enjoyed the sensation of the tight cotton on my chest. Still fuckin' charged for sex!!! I'm sure I looked like hell walking out into the daylight at 6 am, as a few guys were stopping by the baths on there way to work. I was tempted to stay - - - but I got in my car and drove home. When I got out of the car, my jeans were soaked with cum that had oozed out of my used fuckhole. I laid out by th epool and fucked myself with dildoes the rest of the day, until the T started to work itself out of my system, and I was finally able to cum. Fuck! I wish I could do that every week!