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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!

When I got back to the room with the fresh J-lube (nice and warm), and refilled bottles of water, the hall was silent. I made some noise with my key in the lock to let Ryan know I was back, and then went in and shut the door. Fuck! It'd be just my luck that I'd get all ready for a good fist session, and then my fuckbuddy runs off with the new guy! (Paranoia, guys....stop overthinking when you're high...) I straightened the room up a bit, picking up stray pieces of paper towel and putting them in the plastic trash bag I'd brought along. Put a fresh rock in my pipe. Dried the lube off my titclamps. Straightened the black rubber sheet I'd brought for the bed. Reorganized the dildos. - - - Decided to drop another tab of "X," since it'd been about 10 hours since my last. Did a medium hit off the pipe to keep from crashing. Lit a cigarette and flipped through the porn channels. 'Tap, tap, tap,' came a sound from the door. I jumped up and headed to the door, my semi-hard cock still sliding around in the leather codpiece. I had to tear off a paper towel to grip the doorknob - still some lube on my hands... It was Ryan, with a wide smile and unblinking parTy eyes. He pushed his way in, and flopped on the bed with his leather bag. "Look what I got!" he said excitedly. I shut the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. He opened the bag and pulled out two syringes, each loaded with a slam. "Ya wanna fly?" he asked, holding the thin rigs in the palm of his hand. "You think he's safe to do it with?" I asked, a little nervous (and paranoid) about the guy he'd invited. "Yeah - He came by while I was makin' these up," Ryan said. "Told me his name was Victor, and he was gonna go downstairs and get his own shit. Sounded okay to me." "Well, let's keep our stuff hidden 'til we see his stuff. He's probably okay, but I don't wanna get arrested," I said. "Good idea - but I don't think a cop would be walkin' around in a rubber bikini - just sayin'," he smiled, rubbing the back of my neck. "I've never slammed before, so you'll have to show me what to do," I admitted. "No prob. I'm pretty good with the needle, so I'll do you first - then me," he offered. I showed him the fresh J-lube and the can of Crisco. He slid out of the borrowed jock, his cock still massive and hard. "By the way, thanks for the fuck downstairs. You felt great in my hole!" he chattered, reaching over and unsnapping the codpiece from my jock and freeing my cock. "That PA was awesome! You wanna fuck me some more?" he was really spun! I had just gotten between his muscular thighs and entered his warm hole, when we heard a knock at the door. He stared up at me, looking like a kid that was about to get into some BIG trouble! "Let's do this!" I said, and got up to open the door. "Hey, man. I'm Jim," I said to the 5' 9" guy standing in the doorway. "Victor," he said, flashing a blinding smile of perfect white teeth. He was even hotter than I remembered - built like a fireplug - short and compact - he had a thick upper body tapering down to a narrow waste, supported by short, but muscular legs. He had brought some leather, too, and was now wearing a leather harness, leather-studded armbands, a biker's cap and boots. He had a small backpack slung over one shoulder, and was still wearing the revealing rubber bikini. "Come on in," I stood to one side, letting him enter the room and set down his gear. "Fuck! I been watchin' you guys since I got here," he said, taking in the mirrors, toys, Crisco, lube - - - and Ryan. "Didn't know if y'all played around, or if you were a couple." "We actually just met," I jumped in to keep things from getting awkward. "Cool," he responded. "Looks like you clicked pretty fast." "Yeah - We're definitely into a lot o' the same stuff," Ryan joined in. "So - - - you guys like to party?" Victor broke the ice. "Depends on what you like to party with," I hedged. Victor looked at Ryan, and Ryan gave him a knowing nod. "Oh - yeah - uh - Tina, X, 420, K - - - I like it all." "So'd you bring your own stuff?" I asked, hating to be such a hardass. "Oh, sure man. I'm no moocher," he answered, unzipping his backpack and pulling out a glass pipe and a baggie full of crystal. "Thanks, man," I said, placing a hand on Victor's tattooed shoulder. "I'm just real paranoid about the cops and everything." "Oh, don't worry. I ain't no cop," he laughed, reaching down and squeezing my cock. "Unless - - - maybe you want me to be," he winked. "So, how long have you been into fisting?" I continued with my interrogation. "Oh - three years, maybe," Victor answered. "Kinda started when I started the Circuit scene - You know - meth and fisting kinda go together," he smirked. He had scooped a large rock out of his baggie with the top of a bic pen, and dropped it into the bowl of his pipe. I pulled mine out from under Ryan's loaned jock, and passed it to Ryan along with the torch. The two pipes fired up and I relaxed as these two exceptionally hot, total strangers proceeded to get high in my room. Ryan handed me my pipe, careful not to hand me the end with the recently heated bowl. I flicked on the torch and moved the flame back and forth until I saw the solid mass melt and start to vaporize. Then I took a long, deep hit into my lungs. In the background, we could feel the throbbing beat of the techno music, and the occasional buzz from the downstairs door as another customer was let in. Yet, Victor, Ryan and I were in our own little world, about to descend to another level of sexual excess. Ryan retrieved the two rigs from his bag, along with two rubber strips for constricting our arms. He straddled me while he tied the rubber strip just below my bicep. "Okay - now squeeze your hand," he instructed, tapping the crease at my elbow, looking for a vein. "There!" he smiled, tearing open an alcohol swab and cleaning the area he had identified. "Okay - You ready?" he looked into my eyes. I nodded back, placing myself completely in his hands. He pulled the orange tip off the rig, tapped it to release any air bubbles, and positioned it on my arm. "Okay - small pinch." I looked down, and saw the syringe start to turn red with my blood, signifiying that he was in. "Relax - This is gonna be fun," he said, as he slowly pushed the plunger in. It was just like everybody says - a warm tingling up my arm - spreading quickly throughout my whole body - a shortness of breath - blurred vission - an uncontrollable cough. "Oh fuck!" I managed to get out. I was floating and vibrating and pulsing. My hole felt like it was hanging loose and open and I needed something to fill it. I could see Victor and Ryan watching me, looking for signs that I was okay - but all I could register was that there were two seriously hot men with me that I wanted to crawl up my fuckhole. "You awright?" Ryan asked, holding my arm above my head. "Ohhhhhhh, yes! More than all right!" I answered. He bent down and kissed me gently on the lips. It felt so tender, so soft - like we were melting together. While Ryan got himself ready, Victor started in on me. A ball of Crisco was pushed inside my pulsing hole, followed by a syringe of J-lube. The fresh, warm, lube felt incredible as it filled my vacant insides. I glanced over, just in time to see Ryan insert the needle in his arm. "Gettin' ready to join ya, buddy!" he smiled. He pushed the plunger, ripped the rubber strip off and coughed. "Fuck, yeah!" he yelled, tensing in a sit-up position, and then laying back and spreading his sexy legs. Victor already had a ball of Crisco ready for Ryan, and had refilled the syringe with J-lube. We were definitely in experienced hands! As soon as Ryan's ass was ready, Victor began working his hands into each our holes. Thanks to the previous assplay, a pair of experienced holes - - - and a slam of meth - - - Victor's hands slid in easily. The pressure felt so incredibly good - it was like my entire body had become a fuckhole! Ryan and I were squirming on the rubber sheets in two pools of sweat, Crisco and lube - happy as two pigs could be! Time passed like scenes in a slide show. Victor fistfucking us. Victor taking off his rubber bikini and taking turns rawfucking both our holes with his incredibly thick, uncut cock. The black 'thug' from the maze taking turns with Victor fucking our hungry holes. The door to the room being open, and guys that I'd never seen before coming in to fuck us and dump a load. The short bald guy (who had a really fat cock!) fucking and fisting me! I even seem to remember Ryan fisting me while Victor was getting fucked by the black guy. I even think I remember Ryan and I getting into a 69 chempissdrinking scene. When things started to come back into focus, the room had cleared, and Victor was preparing a slam for himself. I sat up - and realized I had my XXXlarge buttplug in my hole. "You up for fisting?" Victor asked. "I need my hole worked real bad!" I looked around for the Crisco and J-lube - found them - and cleared a space on the bed for Victor. He inserted the needle in his arm like a pro, pushed the plunger, his eyes rolled back and he coughed -twice. It was so hot seein' this muscle hunk beggin' to get his hole punched. My fist was in in 30 seconds, and he was buckin' up and down like a bitch in heat! "Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Fist my fuckin' hole!" Forget about easing into it. I was punchfucking his musclebutt with a closed fist in no time. "Put both hands in!" he said frantically. "Stretch my fuckin' hole!" My left hand gripped my right wrist, and slowly worked its way in - the whole time Victor kept begging for more. Ryan finally started to come to, and when his head cleared, he joined in, chewing on Victor's eraser nipples and tonguefucking his mouth. When he couldn't take anymore, I would pull out with a nasty sucking sound, and admire the gape of his open hole. I worked different combinations of dildos in him, all which had been previously used by me and Ryan, still greasy with Crisco and lube - - - and cum. Watchin' Victor pig out after his slam gave me an idea of what a slut I must've been after mine!!! Just made me want more! Ryan left briefly, and came back with refilled water bottles, which we all needed desperately. After about two hours of workin' over Victor's hole, he was finally beginning to come down a little. We all took a break and smoked a cigarette, tugging on our Tina dicks and fingering our slimy fuckholes. "Room 209 - Room 209 - Check out or renew - Room 209 - Check out or renew," came the voice over the intercom. "Hey man - What room are you in?" I asked Victor. "Two-oh-nine," he answered, staring blankly at the porn on the TV. "They just called your room, man. You gonna renew?" I asked. He forced his eyes to blink, trying to comprehend what I had just said. "Shit! Already? I can't leave like this," he babbled. I asked Ryan if he was gonna renew. "I'll stay, if you do," he answered - - - fueling co-dependency.... We all kinda pulled ourselves together and walked into the cool air of the hallway, made it downstairs to the front desk, and added another eight hours to our rooms. On the way back up, we stopped in the single shower on the 2nd floor and rinsed the recent round of piss, lube, grease and cum off our bodies. I had to take a leak, and Victor got down on his knees and eagerly drank my chem-laced piss straight from the tap! When we all got dried off, Victor said, "Hey, let's check out the sling!" Ryan and I had no objection, so we followed him down the hall toward the maze. Victor skipped the maze and headed straight for he sling. It was unoccupied, and he was up and in it like he was right at home. Obviously, the effects of the slam were still present! He was digging his fingers into the warm flesh of his fuckhole, while Ryan and I each took a nipple to suck on. "Fuck, yeah!" Victor moaned. "God, I need fucked! Find me a cock. Hole's so hungry! Fuck!" Amazingly, the water, and the walking up and downstairs, and the laying off drugs for a bit, and the Levitra, and the hot piece of beef in the sling had roused my dick a little. "Ya want my cock, boy?" I hissed in his ear. His hand drifted down to my crotch and reached inside my leather pouch. The feeling of a firm grip, from a hand that was not my own, was enough to make my dick jump. Victor pulled roughly, as my cock expanded to a respctable thickness. "Fuck, yeah, Daddy!!" he grinned. "Damn! Fuck me, man!" he pleaded. I moved to the end of the sling, placed my cockhead against his brown pucker and pushed in. Thank God he was open and loose, 'cause my party dick might not have been hard enough to split a real tight hole. "Fuck!" Victor said, smiling and staring into my eyes. The warmth of his gooey hole felt great - enough so, that I even started to get harder! The more I fucked, and the more he moaned, the harder I got! "Your ass is amazing, man," I said, enjoying a slow, steady rhythm of drilling Victor's sloppy hole. "Fuckin' slimy fuckhole, man! You like gettin' your hole worked, doncha? Like gettin' fucked in a sling? Fuckin' cockwhore!" I chanted while he nodded in agreement. Ryan was leaning against the black, plywood wall getting his cock sucked by some stranger who'd wandered in. I could see that he was regaining his hardon like me. "Hey man, " I spoke up to get his attention. "Ya wanna fuck this loose hole?" Ryan pushed the cocksucker's head off his dick and walked over to take my place at Victor's juicy slot. "Ya wanna fuck 'im? Ya wanna fuck 'im with that big dick?" I taunted him. I moved out of the way, and Ryan sank his meat deep into Victor's gut. "Oohhh, fuccckkk!" Victor moaned. The cocksucker disappeared into the darkness of the maze. When Ryan started to slow down, I motioned a time out, and we all grabbed our towels and headed back to the third floor.