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      Mike came to, and the blindfold was off, but he couldn't focus his eyes.  The lights were low, the music pounding and he was getting fucked.  He lifted his head and looked up into the mirror and saw a tall black guy was fucking him.  Mike couldn't make out his face, and was trying to focus his eyes but then there was a flash of light.  It was hard to hear anything but a kind of roar in his ears, but then he distinctly heard this black guy say to someone else, "Make sure you get his face, we'll need that later." 

      Mike saw a phone in front of his face but he couldn't process what was going on or who these guys were, or how long he'd been out.  The top fucking Mike realized he was awakening, and sunk his cock slowly and deeply into Mike, and leaned forward so he was completely covering Mike and whispered in his ear, "Your hole is fucking wet with cum.  But were gonnna get you more loads, don't you worry."  All Mike could do was mumble something incoherent before he passed out again. 

     He woke up and passed out a few more times and each time it was like he was hallucinating. At one point the room seemed crowded with guys, jostling and talking about him.  Another time he thought he saw his fuckbuddy, the one who convinced him to come to the bathhouse, fucking him.  Mike was so out of it, he even thought that the bathhouse staff at the door when Mike and his fuckbuddy first came in, fucked him.  Mike doesn't know when exactly the room was quiet but eventually it was quiet, everyone left, the door was open, and Mike was intently watching the hallway outside the door for someone, anyone to unfasten the straps.  He longed to put his hand on his hole and feel it cause it felt wet and slick, and he just wanted to feel it. Badly.  Some guy came to the door, all tattooed, kind of latino looking, swarthy dark, rough.  Mike said, "Please untie me. Please help me."  This guy said nothing, but walked over to Mike, and put his hand on Mikes hole and said snickering, "Puta.  Tu quieres mas verga?"  Mike pleaded for this guy to untie him, Instead the guy slid his cock slowly and deeply and began muttering in Spanish at Mike.  He only pumped long strokes for what seemed a short while before he felt this gut shoot his load deep.  

      Just then Mike's fuckbuddy appeared, and looked astonished.  Standing stock still, he stood there looking at Mike with his jaw slack in disbelief.  He walked over and began undoing the straps.  Mike just blurted out that he had been drugged, and fucked by many guys but he doesn't even know who or how many, and they fucked him bareback, and shot what seemed like load after load inside him.   He had trouble getting the words out and his buddy just listened and help him ease back to a normal sitting position.  Eventually his buddy got him into the shower, cleaned him up, got him dressed and got Mike the hell out of there.  Mike felt exhausted and alert, horny and drained, used and turned on that he had been used.  His buddy wanted to take Mike to get meds after potential exposure to HIV.   He even agreed to let Mike use his Health Card cause they could pass for each other.  Mike was worried about being high and embarrassed but his buddy talked him into it, went with him to the hospital and walked him through the whole process including being present when the doctor came in to see Mike.  It was pretty quick, and not as embarrassing as Mike thought it would be. 

      He was grateful to his fuckbuddy for helping him, for trusting Mike by using his own id for Mike.  Mike never even knew his fuckbuddy's last name or if the name he used was actually his name.  And now he lets Mike use his health card to protect Mike's identity.  He knew then that his fuckbuddy was a good guy and that he could count on him.  It was a relief after feeling so powerless to stop those guys.  They just completely took advantage of Mike in every way possible. 

     Mike's fuckbuddy insisted on driving Mike home in Mike's car and taking a cab back downtown.  He wouldn't let Mike drive.  Again, Mike was relieved and grateful.  It was a long drive to Mike's home in a northern suburb, and he told his buddy everything that he remembered.  His buddy kept apologizing.  When they got to Mike's street, his buddy drove the care very slowly so as to make no noise. Mike was grateful his wife and kids were away, but declined his fuckbuddy's offer to help Mike inside.  The cab appeared pretty quickly and his fuckbuddy was gone. 

     Mike crawled up to his bedroom, but couldn't sleep and lay there stroking his cock, feeling his hole and reviewing the whole night in his head.  He couldn't get hard, but he couldn't stop.  He got up finally and took two sleeping pills and eventually drifted off to a fitful sleep.  He didn't hear his phone go off, and didn't see the text until the morning.....

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Holy fuck, that's hot. I'm really high now, which is good, because the story wouldn't appeal to me sober. But when Tina turns me into a massive sub that wants to be used like the dirty meth whore I can be, that presses all my piggy buttons. 

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I rarely say, "more, more. more" because I'm usually just so appreciative of the initial effort our writers make, BUT in this case I'm making an exception!! 

If there's more instore for Mike, I REALLY REALLY want to know about it!
Thanks!!

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     Mike heard a distant sound, like it was muffled or smothered by something.  A ping, that's what he heard.  He started to move his legs and they were painful.  Spread far apart, it killed to try to pull them together.  His arm was leaden as he lifted it to rub his eyes.  He opened his eyes and was in total darkness.  For a second he thought he was in the bathhouse, but then realized it was his own bedroom and he was in his own bed.  The ping he heard played in his mind again.  He started to fumble around on the bed for his phone. He didn't see it on his nighttable, but there it was, tangled up in his bedlinens.  One flashing bar of power left motivated Mike to try to raise up and sit up.  Moving his legs was painful, but he got himself seated on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor.  The charger was in the nighttable drawer, so he fished it out, and slowly got down on his knees.

 

     His knees were sore, and even raw, and they hurt.  He lowered himself down on his left elbow and held onto the night table with his right arm, This was difficult and he was sore all over from last night.  With both arms propping himself up Mike moved closed to the outlet.  To reach it he had to get his shoulders down and close to the floor so he could reach behind the nighttable.  As he moved forward and got down to the floor he had a vision of himself last night.  Clearly he could remember seeing himself reflected in the large mirror in that room at the bathhouse with shitty music drowning out most sounds and that red light painting everything and everyone ruby.  And he could see that he was strapped into that fuckbench, and that guy Jerry was slowly fucking Mike while this other guy, a stranger. was sliding his cock in and out of Mike's mouth.  He was able to turn his head slightly so that out of the corner of his eye he could see the whole spectacle in the mirror.  And he remembered while he was bent over on his bedroom floor that there were three guys standing in the open door way at the bathhouse in this moment he remembered, waiting to be invited in.  As a wave of remembered pleasure swept over him  he felt winded at the realization that he checked out their cocks and with a hungry look that he wanted those cocks too.  He didn't ask them to help him, tell them that he needed help or anything like that.  He felt like something inside of him had been unleashed last night and that very thought made him feel more frightened than he had ever been before. , and then and now as he is replayed this vignette in his head, he felt as if he was falling because something was unleashed in him last night.  

 

     Shutting that thought down, he started to get his chest down to the floor so he could reach down to the outlet behind the night table.  Again, he felt this wave of pleasure as he bent down and slid his arm towards the outlet; his ass was raised up, positioned like he had his ass in the fuckbench.  He closed his eyes, plugged the charger in and reached back and put his fingers gently on his hole.  On first touch, the pleasure jolted through his body.  He rubbed his fingers lightly across his pucker and involuntarily his hole puckered tight and then stretched open. Mike put just the tip of his index finger barely inside and admitted to himself that he wished he hadn't listened to his fuck buddy advising Mike to douche thoroughly before leaving the bathhouse.  He wished he hadn't because right now he wanted to feel all that cum in his hole.  Mike was terrified by this thought, and shut it down. 

 

    As his phone was charging he saw that indeed a text had come in a short while ago from his fuck buddy inquiring as to how Mike was doing.  He sent a reply explaining his soreness and disorientation and that, no, he hadn't eaten and just woke up.  His buddy texted back that he was going to get a cab around 11:00 pm, go to that 24 hour Metro on College and then head up to Mike's house.  Since he would arrive after midnight and it was a Tuesday night, most neighbours would be asleep.  He also said he won't take 'no' for an answer.  Mike was relieved, and texted back the street name he should get out at, and then a description of a laneway that leads toward the back of Mike's house and Mike can let him in through the back gate.    It was about 10:30 at this point, and Mike's fuck buddy made him promise he wouldn't take a bath until he was there with Mike.  Mike agreed, and left his phone to charge, stumbling to the closet to get some clothes to put on. It hurt to lift his legs to get them into the sweatpants and he almost fell over twice.  Again, he stopped and reached back to feel his hole and closed his eyes tight as he rubbed his asslips lightly. He could see in his mind this olive complexioned young smooth guy saying something to him in Portuguese and slapping his cock against Mike's face, and Mike remembered that he looked at that cock and opened his mouth wide hoping that cock would start to slide into his mouth.

 

     Eventually, Mike was dressed and sitting in the family room with the back door wide open.  He was sort of dozing off, but not fully asleep.  A ping roused him completely. It was his fuck buddy getting out of the cab on the street behind Mike's house and heading up the laneway. Mike went out on the deck, looked around for any lights on in any houses and made his way to the back gate. There was his fuckbuddy, grocery bags in both hands and a large knapsack slung on his back.  Without a word he entered the back yard, and let Mike step back in and lead the way.  They silently made their way to the deck, up the stairs, into the house, and Mike slowly closed and locked the back door. 

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     Once inside, Mike closed the back door behind his fuck buddy who stood waiting for Mike.  Mike gestured to follow him and walked to the stairs and up to the master bedroom with his fuck buddy trailing behind, both silent.  Mike went right for the bed and lied down on his back and said to his fuckbuddy, "Get comfortable. Lie down, chill,", and watched his buddy strip down to his briefs and lie down beside Mike.

     "I never even knew your first name until tonight.  I know that we agreed to that for discretions' sake, but that was blown out of the water tonight.  You know that I would never do anything to cause you any problems?" His fuckbuddy nodded in agreement.  It was dark but Mike could feel his fuckbuddy staring right at him.  "Can I call you Lawrence?" 

     "Sure, but most people call me Larry." 

     "Well, Larry, I gotta thank you for coming back and getting me out of there."

     "I am sorry that I suggested that we even go to that bathhouse. I feel like this is my fault."

     "It isn't your fault."

     "I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you strapped to that bench, drenched in sweat, spun, cum all over your ass and in your crack, on your face, in your hair.  You were literally coated in cum.  How any guys fucked you? What do you remember?"

     "I remember a whole bunch of images or short moments but it was all hazy and hard to tell what was real and what wasn't.  I passed out a few times, and each time I came to there was a different cock in my mouth.  Once someone took off the blindfold, even though I couldn't focus my eyes, I could catch a glimpse.  I don't know.  I just remember feeling full of cock all the time, and I would be lying if I said that at some point I didn't start to enjoy it, cause I did.  That's the thing that disturbs me the most."

     "But you thought I was there?"

     "Yeah, I know, I was seeing things.  They injected me at least twice that I remember and from what I can tell it was probably crystal meth."  Mike touched to spot on his left arm where he got the first injection.  "I was so high for I don't know how long before I really even knew what was happening.  At first, I was flipping out, terrified, and then when someone made it clear that I was going to get shot up, and I felt it go in my arm, I just let go, like that guy Jerry said. He whispered in my ear: "We are going to get you high no matter what.  If you hold still, it will be quick, but if you move around, you're gonna get a bunch of nasty abscesses and have to explain to everyone why you look like a junkie" 

     "Holy fuck.  How'd it feel?"

     "Well, it's intense. A kind of ringing in my ears, and then I coughed for a bit. Then I was flying.  And everything was blurry, unclear, and I sort of had no thoughts about anything but the feeling of a cock against my hole and another one slapping against my face.  And when I felt that first cock in my ass and that first cock in my mouth after they injected me, that's all there was: cock.  I have never been so hungry for sex in my life and I have done my fair share of drugs"

     "Holy fuck, wow.  I admit that not only was I pissed off that I didn't get to fuck you, but - and I hope this doesn't piss you off - but I got hard when I walked up to the door of the room in the bathhouse, and saw you strapped in.  When I felt your ass and crack, and the wetness, I put my fingers in my mouth and realized that it was cum.  I was rockhard at the thought that you got barefucked and you got loads. I know we have always played safe, but I couldn't help it and I can't now: I am rock hard just picturing you there."

     Mike reached down to Larry's cock. It was hard. Mike moved his head down to Larry's crotch, never letting go of his cock.  He squeezed that cock just lightly, then leaned in until he could slap the cock against his lips.  Larry was moaning.  Mike opened his mouth and slowly slid the whole length of Larry's cock into his mouth, until Mike felt his lips around the base of the cock.  Larry's hands moved to Mike's head, keeping him in place and keeping his cock deep in Mike's throat.  Mike started to show signs of gagging, but Larry held fast.  All of a sudden Mike started violently gagging and Larry let go of his head.

     "Larry, my throat hurts from last night. I think it took a real beating and feels raw."

     "It's ok, let's just chill."  Mike moved to lie beside Larry and they laid there in silence in the dark for a while.

     PIng.

     "Fuck.  Where's my phone?"  Mike was fumbling around on the bed, then turned on the bedside light, and scanned the room, realizing that he left his phone downstairs.  He got up and told Larry he was going to check his messages in case it was his wife.  He walked out and headed downstairs.  He went to the back door and there was his phone on the table.  He picked it up and saw that he had a text. He didn't recognize the number, and opened it.  There was an attachment, so clicked on the attachment and all of a sudden he was looking at a vid clip that was difficult to make out, but then, clearly, his face in plain view, with a cock going in and out of his mouth. Someone says something in the background and Mike stops sucking the cock, and looks right at the camera and says:  "Fuck me raw. Dump in me".

     Mike couldn't breathe. Who the fuck sent this? He checked the number again and it looked like a local number so he called it.  It rang and then someone answered, a guy, who said, "That was just a tiny preview of what we have. What did you think?"

     "Who the fuck is this and what the fuck is going on?"

     "I am hurt. You don't remember me? I am one of the many guys who rode your throat and hole last night. In fact, I came back for seconds, then thirds, but you were so fucking high by then, I doubt you remember."

     "How did you get my number?  What the fuck do you want from me?"

      "Ah, well, to answer your first question: I took the key to your locker, opened it up, rummaged through your stuff, copied your contact list and other info, took your Driver's Licence."  Mike couldn't breathe.  The voice continued:  "To answer the second question, I want your throat and hole again. At the bathhouse.  In the private room with private bathroom and shower. This Wednesday, 8pm.  Got it?"

      "If I don't come or can't come for some reason?"

      "With what I have in still photos and vid clips of you? If you want to take that chance, sure, go ahead, but just about everyone you know and more, would get a series of good texts, with attachments.  And cause I like to share, vids would also be shared online. And don't worry, all of it would be untraceable.  You aren't dealing with amateurs."

      "Okay" Mike said quietly.  He heard a click and the call was over.  A second later, another text came through.  Mike was terrified, but opened the attachment, and opened the vid clip. It showed Mike looking up and someone says something to Mike.  He's in the bathouse.  He says, "Yeah,"  then someone in the background says something, and Mike looks into the camera and says "I wanna get high and I want raw cock."  Then you hear laughter, and see a tourniquet being tied on Mike's arm.

     With silent steps he headed back up to the bedroom, and Larry was asleep and deeply so.  Mike crawled into bed beside Larry and began to play with his hole, trying to imagine which one of the guys last night is doing this to him? 

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