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Full service urinal here. A man who has a fag around should never piss without lips around his cock.

Definitely as a pump n dump or a gang bang breed-me type scene. However, if it's a scene where I've gone into subspace, then I expect him to stick around and provide aftercare.

Firstly, I live in a city that has a large gay population so where I live i generally am not fearful of that for getting caught checking someone out. Secondly, that's some of the thrill for me. The point (to me) of some rough trade is you don't know if it'll turn out with you get bashed, bred, or both. So, I advise caution, and only take risks you are comfortable with, knowing the consequences. But I'm a fag slut; I've learned how to ham it up and look at a man in a way where it's pretty obvious I want to gag on his cock or more. I rarely have to say much until he says something first.

11:08am, and just got bred. Had the HVAC service out today and could not take my eyes off the man! Yummy. So, I offered him a pump and dump and he took me up on it.

THIS THIS and MORE THIS!! I'm not generally a visual stimulated guy. I need someone in my head, so I want the top to talk his way there.

Oooh. Pick me! Pick me! 😁

I haven't. Ive really only chatted directly with a couple of men on here and while there seems/seemed to be mutual interest it hasn't really ever gotten to a planned day/time.

I'm definitely a faggot. On my knees for a cock amd love to be degraded and humiliated. I'll worship a cock amd balls with my mouth, but honestly really love being held and throat fucked like a bitch.

Am I misreading this, or are you opening a thread for white supremacists and other "supremacist-types" can try to explain why they believe they're superior? Because that's exactly what this post sounds like.

Part 6 Horse and M showered with me and then gave me a few very full and deep enemas. Between the discomfort and the embarrassment of that, I wasn't really sure what was in store for me. I ached from the bruises all over my body, but my hole didn't hurt, so at least that hadn't been abused....yet. After the shower and enemas, M put a mask or hood over my head. I didn't cover my entire head, just the upper half, but it wasn't like a sleep blindfold either. I was weird, to be honest. I felt soft leather and something very hard go around my neck. "This is your collar, boy." That was Horse. "I'm going to lock this with an allen key, and all you need to know is that no one is taking this off you." I shivered at the thought because if nothing else, I was definitely coming to understand that I would not be leaving this place. With the collar locked in place and sitting very heavy around my neck, I heard and felt something clipped to the front of the collar. The tug told me it was a leash and I started to blindly stumble after it. As M or Horse led me out of the bathroom, the other was close behind me with his hands on my shoulders. "Prez said it before, but I'm telling you again, you don't have a safe word here." This was M in my ear. "You have one purpose here and that's the take or do anything one of us tell you. Prez's word is law, so what he says goes, no matter what. Then it's me and Horse - we're your handlers so our word is law. Then there's anyone else wearing our cut - their word is law. Now, here's what's important for you to know: you can't say no. So if a brother tells you to do something, and it goes against something Prez or Horse or me as told you, then you've got a choice. And it's the only choice you'll ever have in this place. You have to choose which one you obey. And that means you're also choosing which one punishes you. You feel me, pretty thing?" I was fucked. There was no way to wrap my head around this. I was shivering with nerves as we walked through a door. Immediately I could sense it was a wide open space, and it was filled with people. I got catcalls and whistles and heard names like "cum bucket" and "faggot hole" yelled out. Horse tugged on the leash again and I walked forward. Hands touched me, slapped my ass, and one reached out and slapped my balls so hard my knees buckled. Horse didn't stop and I jerked forward trying to stay on my feet while I struggled with that sharp pain that shot up my stomach. We stopped and I stepped right into Horse's back. M caught my shoulders and kept me standing. "Let's get you in place." Horse moved me in front of him and turned me to face him. "Step back 3 steps." I did as I was told. The noise was still going on around me but it was muted, felt like it was drifting off. Horse and M's hands were positioning my arms and legs and pushed me against something padded - I felt it along my back. Restraints were placed around my chest and waist. I felt padded...somethings...get strapped around my thighs. I had no idea what I was getting strapped into. It felt both like a chair and not a chair, since I had nothing to sit on. My arms were secured similarly. "I hope you like your new chair, faggot." This was the Prez in front of me. "We had this specially built, not necessarily for you really, but whoever was lucky enough to end up in our hands." I could hear the sneer in the way he said lucky. "Now, with you all strapped in, let me demonstrate a little here." And demonstrate he did. With some adjustments, I felt the entire contraption come off the wall and dangle me there. He pulled it more and I felt myself be floated out away from the wall. I was left hanging there, trussed up in a floating semi-chair. Prez made some more adjustments and pulled my thighs apart and up, basically leaving me like a suspending frog - with my cock and balls and hole completely exposed and absolutely no way to protect myself. With another adjustment, my knees were pulled up and I tipped back, almost into a sling position. Another adjustment and my arms were stretched out and locked out like on a cross. I hadn't seen this thing, but whatever it was was complicated as hell and my mind raced with how I'd look to anyone seeing me. "What do you think men? You like what I've bought us to play with?" Prez wasn't addressing me, that was for sure. And the sound of noise from the room definitely brought my mind back to the position I was in. The yells, whistles, and pounding on the tables were overwhelming. I was shaking with fear as much as the restrains would allow me. "Now, tonight is claiming. Everyone fucking one of you men need to breed this faggot. And yes, I know most of you aren't into men like that, but this doesn't fucking matter to me. What matters is your load ends up in his cunt. This is for us, to bond, and for this pretty slut to be marked by everyone of us. Now, let me tell you the rules." I was lost in fear. I had no idea how many people were in that room, but it wasn't just 4 or 5. There could've been 10 or 50, and I had no real idea. "Rule 1: you breed this cunt, at least once, and then you use the marker to put your initials across his chest. I WILL make sure in the morning that every one of you has marked him. Rule 2: No hitting or slapping. We already worked him over good on his first night as ours, and I'm not sending him to a hospital. You'll be able to do that once things have settled down. Rule 3: whatever you want to do with his cunt is fine by me. I don't care, and he ain't gonna tell you 'no'. The only caveat to that is, if you break him, tear him to the point of bleeding or whatnot, anyone that hasn't fucked him is going to be fucking the one who broke him. So, keep his hole able to accept all of us, or yours will. Now, any questions?" I was in full blown panic mode. "Please, no....don't...please, I don't want this, please no." Someone clamped their hand over my mouth and I tried to trash my head out from under it. I had two more hands come and pin my head. It was Horse who growled in my ear "shut the fuck up and accept this, or else, I'll take you out back now. And you don't want to go out back, trust me." I was crying and could feel the tears under the mask and starting to slide down my cheeks. "Fine, let's get him started.....gentleman, if you please, let's get him flying". I felt more people around me and then tight bands placed over my biceps. Horse again told me to "stay still", and I did as best I could. I felt the cool swipe of an alcohol pad in my elbows and then two pricks. A moment later, Horse let go of my head and M, I assumed, removed his hand from my mouth. Just then both bands released from my biceps and I was flooded with heat. The metallic chemical taste in my throat has me coughing up a storm and my body felt on fire. I felt a flush rush up my body and then back down to my cock and balls, and into my ass. I was shaking in this trussed up thing and I heard, vaguely through the ringing in my ears laughter from around the room. After a few minutes, I could catch my breath and when I settled, I felt and heard Horse back in front of me "open wide, cunt, you won't need your mouth tonight." With that he shoved in a plug into my mouth and secured it around my head. I hung there, body feeling like I had flames under my skin, my hole was clenching and unclenching like it was missing something. I felt someone in front of me, "Let's truss up this little faggot cock n balls. Won't be no need for these tonight." I felt a string or rope wrap around my tight balls. Whoever pulled them out away from my body and squeezed them painfully. I tried to escape - I moaned in pain around the gag in my mouth, but my brain couldn't process if this was pleasure or genuine pain. "Oh, hear that men....this fucker liked that!" He squeezed them harder again and pulled on them more. He released it. Then he squeezed again, "Let's count boys....1....2...." and then other voices joined in, with each new number, slowly counting up, he tightened the squeeze on my nuts. By 12, I was in so much pain I was wailing behind the gag. By 15, I couldn't even do that, and then he finally let go. I was breathing through my nose, and all the snot and tears like I'd run a marathon. And the laughter and catcalls floated around me. I felt my balls get finally wrapped up in the rope and it wrapped around my soft cock, and the wrap was tight and painful, but still a blessing from the ball crushing pain I'd endured just moments before. Someone was behind me and I felt a small hose slide inside my ass....I felt the wet gush of something and felt it pulse and soak my insides three or four times. I was still so sensitive I tried to wiggle my ass to get more sensation in my hole, but the bands and restraints wouldn't let me move...much. "Look at this...fucking faggot is so turned on he's trying to grind down on the lube gun!" A chorus of laughter went up. And then everyone stepped away. I hung there, body on fire with sensation - my hole was so desperate, my nuts were still on fire, cool air from the room was licking my skin. I could feel the lube running out of my ass. "Already puddling on the floor...imagine how much of that will be cum puddled under him come morning." This was the Prez....his voice was close, and somehow I could sense him walking around me. I was hoisted higher up and then tilted back a bit more. I felt a hot cock at my hole and while my brain wasn't wanting this, my hole was eager for it. I felt it almost "mouthing" at the cock just outside. I heard Prez, I assumed he was going first, messing around with the mechanisms above me and suddenly, I dropped. As I did, his cock bored inside my hole, feeling like it was on fire, and stopped suddenly, bouncing slightly with his cock still inside. I realized briefly that not only was I suspended, but it was on a fucking spring. Chuckling, the Prez gripped the straps across my check and pulled down, bringing me down until his cock was buried to his balls. My hole was on fire, not used to the sudden invasion, but the drugs in my system also made my hole crave more. I could feel the muscles rippling inside my ass as I bounced and slid off his cock and then was yanked back down again. Over and over....my mind drifted away...I could feel the intense pain/pleasure coming from my hole as I floated and bounced on the Prez's cock. I was brought back as I had a flush pass through me coming from my ass and felt myself clinching around him. I heard him chuckle "such a fucking hole, already had a cunt orgasm from his first fuck of the night. He's going to be so fucking ruined!" After a few more thrusts, he pulled me down, yelled and grunted and I could feel his cum filling and coating me. After a minute, he pulled out, and I felt fingers sliding inside me....then it was Horse's voice in my ear, "now let's really get you open". With that, he jerked up and pulled down and buried himself inside. I felt his cock immediately punch through my second hole and I yelped around the gag in my mouth. And he kept going. I don't know how big Horse is, but it didn't take long for my addled brain to realize he'd earned his name honestly. He set up a brutal pace and mixed things up...sometimes he went deep and then just let me up enough so he could just fuck my second hold...other times he's let me bounce up high enough that I'd almost slip off him and then he'd yank me back down filling me balls deep. I floated away again and eventually heard him growl and grunt and felt him blast his load inside me. While still inside me I felt him mark my chest. And then he slipped out. "Grab that and plug him up for a few." I didn't recognize the voice. But I could sense 2 people around me. As a large plug was shoved inside me, making me struggle to take it's widest point, someone called out "Hey Prez, can I work his nuts again?" I trembled realizing this was the man who'd worked them a bit earlier. "Yeah Cage, but remember the rule about breaking him." "No worries, Prez, me and Jeff gonna take real good care of him." The mechanism was locked again and I was shifted a bit more to be vertical. I could sense Cage and Jeff around me....and I heard the slide of chairs near, one in front and one in back. I felt Cage's hands running around my body over my bound cock and balls. Jeff's hands, I'm assuming were running under my thighs and over my ass, brushing against the plug in my ass. Cage wrapped his hands around my bound balls and gently squeezed. At the same time, Jeff nudged against the plug in my ass. Cage's hand tightened and as the pain increased, Jeff was tugging on the plug. Cage got tighter and tighter and then when I didn't think I could take anymore, Jeff pulled the plug entirely out of my ass. This was driving me crazy. I didn't know where the pain/pleasure was going to happen - my nuts or my hole. Jeff was sliding the plug inside me again, and Cage tightened on my balls. This time when the pain in my balls reached a peak, Jeff pushed the widest part back inside me. They repeated this over and over, I was crying again, sobbing behind the mask and through the gag. But Cage and Jeff kept working in tandem. After a few, Cage kept my balls in his hands and Jeff was fucking the plug fulling in and out of my hole; each time the plug went in, Cage gave a brief but intense squeeze. Every time my hole stretched around the fat part of the plug, my nuts shot pain up my spine. Not too long after, they stopped. Chairs were moved, I was repositioned and then one of them fucked into me, bouncing me up and down on their cock. Didn't take long until I felt another load inside me, and another mark on my chest. No sooner than he pulled out, another cock buried inside me. Hands grabbed my balls, and I knew this had to be Cage. He fucked me brutally, and squeezed and let off my nuts as if he didn't want me to have any idea of what was happening. I felt a new surge in my body again and then I flushed and I heard Cage cackle, "HAHAHA! I knew this was a fucking pain fag....he just has another orgasm on my cock with me crushing his nuts! Oh he's gonna be fun to have around!" With that, he let go of my balls, gripped my thighs and blew his own load inside me. Another load, another mark on my chest. Cage pulled around and someone else took his place. This went on a few more time, a few more loads, a few more marks. Some were short affairs - a few pumps and then a load and a mark. Others took their time. After a few, my hole was still on fire, but my body was wrecked. Horse was in my ear again "let's give you a little break, hmm." He stepped back and I felt another plug push inside me. It had to be bigger than the other, since it was a struggle to take, but I figured my hole was too loose for the other one again. With the plug seated, Horse removed the gag from my mouth and I felt a straw get inserted. I sucked and tastes the cool sweetness of orange juice. "We need to keep you hydrated and in place. Just drink what's here and then you can rest for a few." By the time, I finished the juice, I could taste a little something off about it, but I couldn't focus on it. My ass was still on fire and all I wanted to do was drift off. "Such a good little hole for me. You still have a long night ahead of you." And with that, I let myself float away and detach from the noise and men around me.

I'm fairly lean, and was definitely even leaner when I was younger. I have a small reputation here about my ability with depth - taking the full 32" colon python toys and the like. And the great thing about being lean is that when they're about 20+ inches up my hole, you can rest your palm on my stomach and feel the head of the toy through it. Nothing hotter than being plumbed deep while a top pushes on my stomach and growling as he feels the head of the toy fucking deeper inside me.

Part 5 - A Brief Interlude I woke up. I have no idea how long I was out, but I felt "hung-over" so I figured it was long enough for the drugs to get out of my system or fade significantly. I was on a bed (or at least a mattress). I couldn't open my left eye, it was swollen shut. My lips were split, and it burned when I ran my tongue over the lower one. I hurt all over. As I took stock of my body, I could feel the heavy cold metal around my throat. I followed a chain from the collar to the the wall. With the one I could see out of, I knew it was well-secured. I wasn't pulling it out. The room was windowless, but had a ceiling fan so it wasn't stuffy. I could see 2 doors, one was open to what looked like a bathroom. Since there was no way the chain was long enough, I assumed someone would take me there if I needed to go. I stank, and I really wanted a shower....hoping hot water would help ease of the aches I felt all over my body. I figured I had bruised ribs at least, and likely even broken. I lay back down on the bed and tried to stay calm. Bits and pieces of the night came to me, but I wasn't sure what or when any one thing happened. A little later I heard keys in the door and it swung open, with 3 men walking in. I recognized them, by their face, but I had no idea who they actually were. "Glad you're awake, faggot. We need to chat." The guy was clearly the one in charge here, and he had "PREZ" written on a patch on his leather vest over his heart. He pulled over a chair and straddled it, leaning over the back and glaring at me. "I doubt you remember much about the other night, but here's the short of it - you belong to the Mayhem Riders now. We paid good money for you." "You bought me?! I'm not a fucking toy that you buy!" By the time the last word was out of my mouth, the Prez had launched himself forward, knocking over the chair and grabbed me by the hair and slapped me hard across the face. "You shut the fuck up! You are nothing but a faggot hole that belongs to the Club! A hole! A punching bag! A fucking urinal! And if you don't like that, you can be fucking target practice. So shut the fuck up, if you want to keep breathing!" He flung me back against the wall and I curled up into a ball, as far away from him as I could. He picked up the chair and took a seat again. I looked at the two guys behind him. They were leaning against the wall and didn't seem at all bothered by the explosion of violence. I suppose it wasn't anything they hadn't already seen. "Now, as I said, we bought you and we own you. What that means for you, is that anything a man with a Mayhem Riders cut, can do anything with you he damned well pleases. The words "yes, sir" are the only fucking two words you ever speak to a man around here unless he asks you a question that requires another answer. Is that understood, hole?" I whimpered out a "yes, sir". "Good, now that you understand your new situation, here's what else you need to know - no one knows where the fuck you are, so don't expect anyone to come save you. The only 2 people who know you came here ain't saying nothing. Anyone reports you missing, ain't gonna get help from the cops. The sooner you internalize that you are here for good, the sooner you will adjust. Understand what I'm saying?" Another barely audible "yes, sir" came out. "You met M and Horse the other night, though you may not remember them. They're gonna be your handlers. You will always be with one of them. They are your Gods and only one of them, or me, can override another man when it comes to you. But don't be looking for saving. Ain't nobody here gonna save you from anything a man wants of you. For now, I'm going to leave them here to get to know you and get you showered and cleaned up." Prez stood and turned to walk out. He stopped and looked at M on his way, "Check his cunt and see if it can be claimed by the club tonight." "Got it, Prez. I'm sure he'll be good to go." ........

Part 4 I don't know how long I was in the sling getting fucked by 3 dildos at the same time. My awareness was coming and going. I don't recall losing consciousness exactly, but at times I was aware of what I could hear and other times I floated away and just felt my hole being stretched and abused. I could hear the men around me talking, but nothing really made sense. Eventually, I heard "I think that's enough", and the machine stopped. I felt hands running over my body and felt the dildos removed from my hole. "Mmmm....this looks beautiful all fucked out." "Such a nice pussy on this whiteboy." I was released from the sling and helped up, but the moment I was on my feet, I couldn't hold myself up. Someone caught me by the underarms and held me up. "Damn, Nick, he's already wore out. Can't even stand up!" "He'll be fine soon, man, don't worry about it. How 'bout you boys take him and shower with him and get him cleaned up? We'll let him rest a min while we get ourselves right." Two new guys, I later learned Marcus and Terence took me to the shower. Under the hot water, my muscles started to feel better, and while Marcus kept me standing up, Terence washed me with a care I didn't expect. Certainly more than Nick or D showed me. Marcus, though, when it came to cleaning me out again, didn't have any gentleness about him. He'd shove the shower shot in my tender ass and fill me up. He'd make me hold it while he pressed on my bloated stomach. And he'd run the hose deep inside me, definitely pushing it past my second hold making sure I was cleaned out very deep. After the shower, they led me back to the play room and I could see Nick and D sitting together on the couch scrolling through their phones and sending messages. Marcus took me over with him and set me in his lap and let me rest against his body. "So, this one needs a breather, but I think we need to smoke up some." The 4 men passed around the pipe, filling it and emptying it a couple of times. Marcus and Terence would often kiss me and shotgun me to keep my head spinning. "So, Nick, what you got going on there?" "I put up and ad and a video of him getting fucked by the machine. Got a several asking if they can join." "Before you tell 'em yes, I gotta ask - what you doing with this pretty thing?" "I can't keep him, you know that, T. Especially since he came here. D's open to taking him; you know how that'll turn out. Why? You got something in mind?" "As pretty as he is, I bet Mayhem would take him. I can call Prez. But you know if he says yes, all those blowing up your phone is gonna be left out. We'll have to leave and go to the Club." "Hmmm. Would Keyboard be able to wipe his visit?" "Yeah, I'd call in that favor even if Prez doesn't want him." "Go ahead then, make the call. Here, forward him the video." I must have drifted off because the next thing I know, I'm being lifted up by Marcus and handed over to D. Terence came into my view and brushed my hair back and wrapped a blanket around me. "We're taking a riding, beautiful. It won't be the best ride for you, but you'll be fine." With that, I felt cuffs go around my wrists and ankles and a blindfold slipped over my head. D carried me out of the room. "Marcus, you drive the boy's car. D and Nick can follow behind my bike." A few minutes later we were outside and then D settled me into the a trunk. I started to panic but someone slapped me hard and told me to shut up and settle down. I got a second harder slap before I could even respond, so I knew best to just settle down. The lid closed and I was alone. I felt the car get started and we started moving. Between the pain and exhausting, I must have slipped off because I have no idea how we traveled. I was lifted out of the trunk and the cool night air hit my naked skin as the blanket was pulled away. Someone behind me removed the blindfold and my eyes blinked trying to adjust to the light. As I stood there naked, I finally focused enough to see 4 new men standing in front of me. Muscular, rough men, all wearing jeans and boots, and each one had a variation of a leather vest on. "Fuck, Slicer, you weren't lying. This boy is prettier than all the girls we got hanging around. This is one you found, Nick?" "Yeah, he hit me up online wanting to experience getting his ass pissed in. Obviously, I had more in mind." "Based on that video me and the boys saw, I'd say he was getting a hell of lot more than what he bargained for. Now, then. We agreed on what happens from here, right? You and D leave him with Slicer and M and go on back home. Y'all's were never here, and this pretty thing never messaged you." "Agreed" With that, I watched Nick and D walk away. I was left there standing between Terence, Slicer I suppose now, and Marcus. Looking at 4 new men who felt like they wanted to eat me. The man who'd been talking stepped over to me and grabbed me by the hair. "Pretty boy, you're now property of the Mayhem Riders. We're going to take you inside and get to know each other. Don't worry about going home or anything. You're home now." "Take him to the shipping container, Slicer. We're going to start in there." As I was being led off, I heard the man telling someone else, "Go get your kit and a few supplies. And come join us." Terence took me to a shipping container and led me inside. When Marcus flipped on a light, I could see it was almost empty. There was a chain hanging from the ceiling, a metal chair, a metal table along the side, and a few metal stools. It was not someplace I wanted to be. "Please, Terence, I don't know what this is, but I don't to be here. This isn't what I asked for." "No, pretty boy, it's not what you asked for, but it's what happening. Best thing to do is just give in because there's only the hard way or the harder way, ya get me? Well, there's the final way, but ain't none of us interested in that, right now." "But...you can't do this. Please...I won't say anything, you gotta believe me." With that last plea, the other men stepped inside the shipping container. "Slicer, lock the cuffs over his head to the chain. Leave one done for now. Needles will be coming in with a kit here in a second." Terence took me over and locked my right arm overhead to the chain hanging from the ceiling. "Now, tell me his intake tonight." "Yeah, Prez. So, Nick filled him chem piss and made him hold it awhile. He got one slam, .25g from what D told me, about 4 hours ago, and he got a few shotguns from me and M while we were waiting to figure out if we were coming here or not." "Good, sounds like he'd be fine with another. Horse, go hold his left arm, and let Needles dose him again." One of the bigger men walked over and behind me and pulled my left arm out and held it rock still. Another one, Needles, I'm assuming walked over with a syringe, and I knew what was about to happen again. "You know what this is, faggot," he asked me. "Um....yes, Sir, you're going to inject me again like D did." "Absolutely, so you know to keep very still and when I'm done, Horse is gonna raise your arm up again and lock it with the other one. Remember to breath." Obviously that wasn't something I could do. I was scared out of my mind, naked, chained in a shipping container with 5 men and about to be drugged again. I was shaking, and only a small amount of that was from being cold. I felt the prick in my arm, the tourniquet released from around my bicep, and then Horse lifted my arm and locked it with the other as the cough hit me. Strung up like that, I coughed a few times and Horse moved around in front of me. I was struggling to keep my head up but he brushed the hair out of my face. The Prez, I'm assuming, stepped up and told Horse to move aside. Prez's huge hand came up and wrapped around my head and my ear. He leaned in and whispers in the my other ear, "You belong to the Mayhem now, faggot. Time to initiate you." The moment he said it, he stepped back and I felt his closed fist hit me square in the stomach. I wasn't at all ready for it and I coughed as all the air left my lungs. I tried to bend over, but couldn't with my arms above me. I couldn't bring my knees up to protect myself, and as I was processing the shock of it, a second punch landed in my gut. Panting, and trying to catch my breath, Prez moved around to my back and crowded up on me. I could feel his hard through his jeans as his settled me in front of him, holding on to my hips. While I was trying to adjust to that Needles moved in front and backhanded me hard across the face. He pinched my nipples hard and I saw him pull clamps out of his pocket. He took his time pinching and twisting and tugging on my nipples, making me cry out, until he applied the clamps. The teeth bit into my tender flesh, but my head was still spinning from the backhand. He stepped back a little to admire his handiwork on my nipples, and let lose with another slap and a quick backhand in the other direction. "Mmmm....been while since I got to hit a pretty face like this one, Prez. Slicer sure did bring me a pretty one to bruise. Gonna have so much fun". Another slap and I felt my lip split. I'd been beaten up before, bullied as a kid, and I knew what it felt like, but this was so very different. I could feel the sexual tension in the air. I was so fucking high, I didn't know myself, it seemed, and I had a hard cock pressed against my ass. Prez was grinding against me and I heard myself moan, even though I was in so much pain. Needles laughed, "HAHA! Hear that men, this faggot moans from all this! He's gonna love belong to us." Another backhand around my face and Needles slipped to the side, as I saw Terence and Marcus step up together. Before I could even register them, really, I felt about 4 quick punches to the gut and was left breathless and coughing. "I can't wait to see all these bruises on this thin little body. He's so pretty and pale, our bruises are gonna cover him from head to toe." That was Marcus, I think. Another couple of punches from the two of them and then they moved aside. I realized Horse was in front of me now, and I tried to prepare myself for a gut punch, but that wasn't it. Horse's giant hand swung and landed a punch right on my cheek. I felt the skin split and I was crying hard now. I vaguely though that was going to leave a black eye. At this point, I felt all of them surround me and felt punches and face slaps and another couple of fists to the face. I lost myself, hanging there, being used as a punching bag, by the 5 of them as they seemingly just rotated around me. After who knows how long, it came to and end. I couldn't stand up myself anymore. I was just hanging there, barely still conscious, but still so high. My mind was all over the place. Someone sat me in the chair, "put a belt around his chest and to keep him upright, lock his legs and secure his arms behind." This was all done as I hung my head down. I vaguely heard the sound of jeans being unzipped, and someone held a rag of poppers over my mouth again for a good while. Then someone stepped forward and held me by my hair, "Open wide, faggot, and watch your teeth". I was about to have to suck someone. Worried what would happen if I didn't listen, I did as told, and I felt someone's cock slide over my tongue. It was musky and tasted salty and ripe. I didn't know who it was because all I saw was a white T and black leather in front of my eyes as he buried his cock all the way down my throat. I soon realized I was going to be sucking cock, but rather, someone fucking my throat, and all I had to do was give in and relax my throat. I did as was expected, and in a little bit, he buried himself down my throat, holding my nose against his stomach as he dumped his load in my gut. No sooner than he pulled out than another cock replaced his. Rinse and repeat, until all 5 had fucked my throat sore and fed me their loads. Then I was unlocked, and pushed to my knees, thankfully on a cushion. My wrists were locked behind me to my ankles in a way that I couldn't lean forward without bringing my ankles up and tipping over, or if I leaned back, I just fell backwards. Someone put a blindfold on me. I felt a gag go into my mouth, but it didn't feel right. There was a weight or something over it and I could run my tongue around a tube in the mouth gag. Then I started hearing liquid and felt it a second later on my tongue. I knew then someone was pissing into a funnel and it emptied right into my gagged mouth. I couldn't do anything but swallow as the sharp tasting liquid filled my mouth. "That's right faggot...just swallow it all. That's your job the rest of the night." "Horse, pull up the chair and supervise tonight. Make sure he stays upright." "Sure, Prez. I'll be here". With that, I heard people leave. And when we were alone, I'm assuming, Horse came close "I'm going to take a special liking to you. You'll always wear one of my blacked eyes and I'll make sure the rest of you is trained up right, boy". With that, I head new voices, and someone or someones walked in. "Fuck, Horse, man. Prez wasn't lying about having a faggot out here. Longer walk than the toilet in the Club, but it's a lot more fun." With that, I heard zippers and then the sound of piss hitting the funnel and flowing into my mouth. I swallowed as best I could, but when it started to slacken, another full stream was flowing in. When this was over, they just left. I'm guessing Horse hung out in there with me, but for the next several hours, I stayed in that position, and people would periodically come in and piss in the funnel and I'd drink it. At some point, Horse relieved himself, too, and I drifted off into a weird state, because the next real thing I knew, someone was undoing the chains and I was being pulled to my feet.

Fuck that's hot! That depth training scene reminds me of some of my favorite scenes taking 24 and 30 inch snakes all the way in me. Love having the tops rest their palm on my belly and feel the head as it pushes deeper in and out of my hole. Just fucking delicious.