Bait & Switch

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Quick note:  Still working on the semi-sequel to The Decline & Fall of Michael Christian.  

 

Hopefully you enjoy this story in the meantime.  It's shorter... only this one part (so hopefully that is good news for those who do prefer the shorter stories). 

 

And, without further ado, here is Bait & Switch.  

 

 

It was about three months ago.  That’s when it happened.  When my hole life changed.  

 

It had been a long, hard day.  My alarm didn’t go off — which meant I overslept and didn’t have time for breakfast.  My boss was riding my ass all day — and not in a good way.  And to top it all off (no pun intended), I dropped my mobile and cracked the screen.  By the time the workday ended, I was in a hell of a mood.  

 

I needed to destress a bit.  No.  Let’s be honest.  I needed a good fuck. 

 

I dropped off my car at home and took a taxi to the gay neighbourhood in town.  I don’t get out to the clubs very often anymore (work is just too crazy) but I felt homesick for one of my favourites.  Great music, great drinks, great staff.  

You know how they say you can’t go home again?  It’s true.  The bar was full but, at 32, I was probably the oldest guy in there.  The music was skewed towards this new and younger crowd… I just found it dull and mindless.  Plus most of the staff I used to know had moved on so there weren’t even familiar faces behind the bar.   It barely felt like the same bar anymore.  I ransacked my memory… how long had it been since I had dropped in?  I was surprised to realise it had been my 30th birthday party.  Well over a year and a half before.  

 

At least the drinks were still good.  So I found a (more or less) out of the way corner and sipped my drink.  Then another.  Then another.  Then another.  

 

I like to think I’m reasonably attractive guy.  I’m no gym bunny but I do keep myself passably fit.  Brown hair, hazel eyes, 5 feet 9 inches tall.  But none of the guys in the bar so much as said ‘excuse me’ as they pushed past me through the crowd.  So I just sat alone in my corner.  Drinking.  None of this did anything for my mood.  

 

Finally, enough was enough.  I staggered out of the club.  I wasn’t quite ready to go home though… still horny as fuck.  I passed some of the other bars but discounted them:  the first was too busy, the next was too loud, and at the third the doorman said something about my having been over-served already.  So I kept walking.  

 

I was about to give up and just hail a cab to head home.  And then I looked up and saw where I was.  Just ahead of me was the bathhouse.  I had never been inside before… I’d always been afraid i would run into someone I knew there.  Which would just be awkward.  But I had been persistently curious.  Could it ever live up to the ‘urban legends’ about the easy sex available within? 

 

I paused for just a moment, but horniness and alcohol are a powerful mix.   Tonight was the night.  I glanced around — just to make sure no one was nearby who knew me — and stepped inside.  

 

“Good evening.”  The guy at the counter greeted me in a disinterested tone.  “Are you a member?”

 

“No… this is my first time in here.”

 

He pushed a sheet of paper towards me.  “You will need to fill in this form for your membership.”

 

I took the sheet and began completing it.  I was a bit leery about putting any personal information… but I had come this far.   No point backing out now.  

 

“Locker or room?”

 

“Um… what’s the difference?”

 

He rolled his eyes and pointed to a sign with prices.  “The room costs 10 more.”

 

“I guess just a locker.”  I gave him back the completed form along the cash.  

 

He pushed a towel and a locker key towards me then buzzed me into the bathhouse itself.   I walked through into a locker room.  I knew enough to know that guys walk around with nothing on but their towel … so a few minutes later I wrapped my towel around my waist, tucked a condom into the elastic armband that held my locker key, and set off to explore.  

 

The bathhouse was a fairly large space spread over two floors.   In addition to the locker room, on the ground floor I found a small but well stocked bar, a video room showing porn, and ‘wet area’ with a steam room  and jacuzzi.   Upstairs seemed divided into two parts.  To the right of the stairs was a dark area labelled as ‘The Maze”.  I decided I wasn’t quite ready for that though.  To the left of the stairs was an area with several corridors with small cubicles on either side.  One of the cubicles was open and being cleaned by a member of staff.  There was a small bed of sorts, a locker, and a screen playing more porn.  This, I realised, was the ‘room’ that the clerk had offered.  

 

Other than staff and myself, I think I saw 6 guys wandering around.  They were older guys, at least late 40’s and not in great shape.  Some looked downright I'll.  No one I wanted to play around with.  It was early though -- only about 9:30 or so.  I decided to kill some time and see if the crowd improved. 

 

I went back down to the bar and had a couple drinks.  Between the drinks at the club and now these, I was definitely buzzed by that point.  

 

I wandered over to the video room.  There were a couple of the older guys in there, fondling themselves under their towels, but I ignored them and sat on a bench as far away as I could get.    

 

The porn wasn’t bad and my own hand found its way under my towel.  I was careful though, I didn’t want to get myself off.  

 

I ignored the old guys as they entered and left.  Just kept focused on the videos.  I must have sat in the room for at least 30 minutes.  Eventually, however, one of the old guys came and sat beside me.  He was at least 60 and had a big beer belly.  I tried to move a bit away but another old guy — one of the sick looking guys — was just a few feet away on that side.  When the beer belly guy tried to put his hand on my thigh, I stood up quickly and left the video room. 

 

I was, however, pleased to discover that more guys had come in while I had been camped in the video room.  Hopefully I could find someone who wasn’t quite so disgusting.  

 

I went back upstairs but still wasn’t ready to explore the dark maze area so I wandered through the area with the ‘rooms’.  Many were closed and dark.  Not rented yet, I assumed.  

 

A few were closed but with the unmistakable sounds of man-sex audible despite the closed doors.  My dick got a little harder.  

 

Other doors were open and occupied.  I was pleased to see that some of these held guys my age or younger.  In one room I saw a cute blond guy, probably early twenties, but he didn’t even look up as I walked by his door.  I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was to get his attention so I walked past.  

 

It was getting close to the end of the cubicle area and seemed to be striking out.  Maybe this was going to be a bust.  Maybe those urban legends about the great sex available were just that: myths and legends.  

 

And then I walked by the last open door.  

 

A man stood opposite, leaning on the back wall of the small room.  He made eye contact with me as I walked by his room.  I stopped in my tracks.  

He was one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen.  Black hair, playfully tussled. Sky blue eyes. Full lips with the hint of a smile.  Unshaven stubble.  Skin a natural tan.  Body lean and muscular.  His tall frame — about 6’ 2” best I can guess  - made me want to melt into him. His toned arms tucked behind his back.  A light feathering of hair on his chest and a noticeable treasure trail leading my eyes to his towel.  And the big, hard bulge waiting there.  He was so far out of my league it wasn’t even funny.   

 

“Hey, how’s it going?”  He said with a smile and an Italian accent. 

 

“Um… not too bad.”  I stammered, licking my lips which suddenly felt dry.  

 

He gestured with his head for me to move into the room.  I, of course, complied.  I didn't even think to close the door. 

 

My hands were trembling as I approached him.  His arms were still tucked behind his back.  Making his chest and crotch seem even more prominent.  

 

Maybe it was his unspoken permission.  Maybe it was all the alcohol.  But — whatever it was —my trembling hands raised to touch his chest.  The muscles firm and warm to my touch.  

 

“Mmmm.   That feels good.”  He said.  “What is your name?”

 

“Gary.”  I replied.

 

“My name is Mario.   Your hand feels very good, Gary.”  

 

Even the way he said my name made me shiver a bit.  But, at the same time, his voice was so calming.  Relaxing.  I felt more bold. My hand slowly drifted down.  From his chest to his abs.  Tracing the muscles.  Before moving lower.  Following his treasure trail. 

 

He didn’t stop me.  Just watched with that little smile as my hand felt the hardness through his towel.  I slowly started to caress him.  I felt him swell a bit more.   I’ve always been a bit of a size queen.  I just love big cocks.  My own cock was already hard was a rock and leaking pre-cum.  I leaned in and my lips found his.  

 

I couldn’t believe this was happening.  

 

You have to understand.  Mario was so far out of my league.  And yet was letting me touch him.  Stroke him.  Kiss him.  And he was kissing me back.  

 

He placed a hand on the small of my back.  Just above my ass.  Just a simple gesture.  But, at the same time, possessive.  And it just made him even more perfect.  I was in his orbit.  The moon to his earth.  

 

And, although I didn’t stop to think about it at the time, the moth to his flame.  

 

His hand slid lower.  Caressing my ass through the towel even as I caressed his cock.  My hand sliding under his towel for the first time.  My fingers wrapping around his hard shaft.  A moan escaped from somewhere deep inside me.  Only to be lost in his kiss.  

 

“You have a nice ass, Gary.”  He whispered.  His fingers moving under my towel.  Tracing down the crack of my ass.  Sending shivers down my spine.  

 

“You have an amazing cock.”  I whispered back. 

 

“Do you like it?”  He asked.  As if my ragged breath wasn’t evidence enough of that. 

 

He put his other hand on my shoulder.  Pushing me gently.  Down to my knees.  I did not resist.  I wanted him so much.  His fingers ran through my hair.  

 

My mouth found his cock.  Rolling my tongue over the head. Savouring his taste and smell.  This was more than I had ever expected.  

 

I could feel him bending over me.  His fingers moving slowly down my back.  Tracing my spine.  Reaching my butt.  Sliding into the cleft.  Circling my hole. 

 

“You like getting fucked?”

 

With my mouth full of his dick I could only moan my affirmative reply. 

 

“Hot.  You are going to get really fucked tonight.  I promise.”

 

His finger circling my hole found it’s target.  Pushed inside me.  

 

“You're tight, babe.  You gonna be able to take it all?”

 

Again I moaned my reply and raised my ass to meet this finger.  

 

He chuckled above me.  Then slid a second finger in.  In and out of my hole.  Driving me even more wild.  

 

His cock was in my throat now.  My face tight into his crotch.  I was so focused on the taste of him, of his scent, that I barely noticed any sound behind me.  

 

Then I felt a second pair of hands touch me.  I jumped… but Mario’s hands moved quickly back up my body.  One hand on my shoulder (holding me on my knees) and the other on the back of my head (gently holding my face impaled on his big dick). 

 

I felt movement behind me and then a warm met tongue find my hole.  

 

“Don’t worry.  That’s just my buddy.”  Mario said.  “You don’t mind, do you?  It’s really hot seeing him eat your ass.  Getting it ready for a good fuck.”

 

Mario seemed genuinely turned on by seeing the other man working his tongue into my hole.  At least his cock seemed harder than ever in my throat.  And the tongue was pretty damn talented.  I figured it was worth it to get Mario inside me.  I wished I could see the newcomer but decided to just focus on Mario’s cock.  I wanted him good and ready to fuck me.  

 

Mario’s hips were gently rocking, sliding his cock in and out of my throat.  I wanted this beautiful god to fuck me so bad.  

 

Mario whispered something to the other man.  I couldn’t make it out.

 

The tongue on my hole moved away.  Movement behind me.  Was it finally time?  Was Mario ready to fuck me? 

 

Hands on my hips.  Pulling me back slightly.  Something touching my hole.  Bigger and harder than a tongue. A cock pushing at my tight hole.  

 

I tried to make a disapproving sound but Mario’s cock was deep in my throat.  

 

“That’s hot, babe.”  Mario said.  “You should see his cock.  It looks so good pushing into you.  Really getting me turned on.”

 

I was a bit annoyed but — well — I had come so far and I didn’t want to lose my chance at getting fucked by Mario now.  I pulled the condom out from the elastic band on my arm and handed it to the man behind me.  

 

He took the condom from my hand but his cock never moved away from my ass for even a moment to put it on.  

 

I didn’t get fucked bare.  Not ever.  But I was conflicted… I really wanted Mario to fuck me. I clenched my hole against the unseen man behind me.  Maybe that would be enough to discourage him. 

 

But no.  The stranger’s palm came down hard on my ass with a loud slap.  I jumped, my hole relaxing for just a second... 

 

... And the unseen man pushed the head of his dick in with a sudden thrust.  Bare.

 

“Dude.”  Mario said above me.  “His dick looks so good in your ass.  Just let him open you a bit and then, if you want, he can pull out and he can put on the condom.”

 

It made sense.  At least it did at that moment.  Alcohol and lust really weaken your resolve. 

 

I managed to manoeuvre enough to look up at Mario without losing his cock in my throat.  He had a smart phone in his hand.  My phone.  It pointed it towards my face then slowly panned back towards my ass and the man who was working his way deeper inside.   He was recording the moment on my phone.  

 

He waved my phone.  "I'm recording this for you so you can watch later.  You don't know how hot this looks."

 

The cock in my hole was pushing deeper.  And deeper.  He wasn’t as big as Mario.  But he was a good size.  Damn.  It felt so good to get fucked.  It had been so long.  I needed it.  

 

“You like that, don’t you?”  Mario asked above me.  “You like that cock pounding your hole.”

 

I moaned agreement.  

 

“Yeah.  Just relax and enjoy the ride.”  Mario encouraged me. 

 

And I did.  I arched my back as much as I could with Mario’s dick in my mouth.  I raised my ass to meet the cock pounding my hole.  The stranger’s hands were gripping my hips now.  His thrusts where hard and erratic.  Frenzied.  He was grunting.  

 

The stranger slammed in balls deep.  And froze.  A deep guttural growl escaping from somewhere within him.  His shaft flexed inside me.  He was shooting his load.  Inside me.  Oh fuck.  This stranger, someone I couldn’t even see, had just cum inside me. 

 

I must have looked like a deer in the headlights.  But my heart was pounding.  What had I done?  What was I doing? 

 

The stranger pulled out of my hole.  Pulling a trail of warm cum.  Which oozed down the back of my balls.  

 

“Thanks for the fuck, boy.  Hope you like my little gift.”

 

I wanted to turn around and look at him but Mario was thrusting into my throat again.  He was clearly really turned on.  So… was it time?  Was he going to fuck me now?

 

But he didn’t pull out of my mouth. 

 

And another pair of hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart.  Another cock touched my hole.  And pushed in, balls deep, in one thrust.  This cock wasn’t quite as thick as the last but was longer, reaching deeper inside.  

 

The body behind me felt different as well.  Not as solid.  I could hear his flesh slapping against mine.  And then he raised up on top of me.  I felt a big belly press against the small of my back.  Shit.  Some fat guy was fucking me. 

 

But I was in no position to move away.  Pinned between this new man’s body and Mario’s cock in my throat. 

 

And, yes, it felt good.  His cock felt good inside me.  Fuck it felt good.  The fat guy was pulling all the way out then thrusting back in to the root.  All the way out.  Back in.  Each time he pulled out of my hole pulsed.  Like it was begging the cock to get back in.  

 

The last guy’s cum had really slicked up my hole and was dripping out each time the fat man’s cock pulled outside my asslips.  The fat man pulled himself further onto my body.  Resting his weight on my back.  

 

Mario stepped back, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and allowed my head and shoulders to sink to the floor under the fat man’s weight.  My ass stayed raised though.  Letting him pound me.  I wanted this fuck.  I was lost in the sensations that these men had awakened in me.  

 

“I’m going to cum.”  The fat man said.  “You want it.  Don’t you.”

 

“Yes.”  I whispered. Ashamed.  Ashamed of the desire burning inside me. Ashamed that I liked his cock, the feeling of him fucking me. 

 

“Louder.”

 

“Yes.”  

 

“Yes, what?” His face came into view as he slid all the way onto my back.   The beer belly guy from the video room.  Someone I would never have let fuck me.  But in the moment, lost in my lust, I didn't tell him no. 

 

“Yes.  Cum in me.  Please.  Please cum in me.”

 

“Good boy.” The fat man moaned in my ear.  “Since you asked so nicely, here is comes.  You're always going to have a little part of me inside you.  As long as you live.”

 

He didn’t stop thrusting.  But I felt his shaft expand inside me.  His flabby arms held me tight.  And his cum joined the load from the first man.  

 

When he pulled out and stepped away, I didn’t even try to move.  I stayed in position.  Back arched.  Head and shoulders flat to the floor.  Ass in the air.  An open invitation.  

 

And the invitation was accepted.  A cock slid between my asscheeks.  A big cock.  Very big.  Sliding up and down the gooey mess that seeped from my ass.  Without pushing in.  

 

“How many loads does he have?”  The third man asked.

 

“You are going to be the third.”

 

“Nice.”  The third man pushed a finger into my hole.  “Look at me, bitch.”

 

I turned around and looked over my shoulder. 

The gaunt man from the video room -- somehow I had known it would be him.  His cheeks and eyes sunken.  His body may have been toned once, you could kind of tell, but now the flesh just sagged.  And he had a tattoo.  On his groin.  Just above his cock.  A biohazard.

 

I knew what that meant, of course.  “You… you’ve got HIV?”

 

“No, bitch.  I’ve got AIDS.  And I want to give it to you.  I want to fill you up with my toxic cum.And I want you to beg for it. Beg for my big cock.  Beg for my toxic cum.”

 

“I… I don’t want… I mean, I’m negative.”

 

“Are you sure?  You’ve got two loads in your ass already. Maybe you were negative when you came in here tonight… but how do you know you still are?”

 

I couldn’t breathe.  I was terrified.  And yet. I was turned on.  So turned on.  By the thrill.  By the risk.  By the big dick teasing my ass.  I could tell he was big.  Bigger than any cock that had ever been in me.  Ten inches or more.  Thick as a beer bottle.  

 

Mario crouched next to me.  His hand touched mine comfortingly.  His cock just far enough away that I couldn’t reach it.  

 

“Your ass looks so hot with a cock in it, babe.  So beautiful.  And his cock is so big.  I want to see him stretching you open.  Will you do it for me?  Will you let him fuck you?”

 

The big dick was still sliding up and down in the cummy mess of my hole.  My sphincter was spasming.  My body wanted to feel that cock so much.  

 

I looked in Mario’s eyes.  His beautiful eyes.  I could get lost in those eyes.

 

I nodded to Mario.  Yes. 

 

He smiled.  A gorgeous smile that made my whole body shiver with anticipation.  

 

I looked back over my shoulder.  To the gaunt man who stood behind me.  

 

“Please.”  My whole body was trembling.  “Please fuck me.  I’ve never had a cock that big inside me.”

 

“Are you sure?  I’m not going to be gentle.  I’m going to fuck that hole without mercy. I’m gonna tear you up.”

 

“I want it.  I want to feel that big dick in me.”

 

“And there won’t be any pulling out.  I’m going to fuck you until I cum in you. I’ve got AIDS.  No meds.  There is a good chance you will have AIDS soon as well.”

 

“I want your cock.  I want your cum.  I need it.”

 

“Look at you, you little slut, begging for AIDS cock.”  The gaunt man sneered down at me.  “I’m going to breed your hole.  Make you a proper cumdump.”

 

“Do it… do it, please.”

 

He pushed forward.  I thought my hole was open.  Ready.  But he was big.  Thick.  Bigger than any cock that had even been inside me.  And by a wide margin.  He wasn’t even in yet and already I was sweating.  The pressure as he pushed his cock against my already battered sphincter was quickly becoming painful. 

 

But, as promised, he was merciless.  Insistent.  My hole began stretching.  Slowly. But stretching nonetheless.  Opening wide as it could for him.  

 

But it wasn’t wide enough.  My ass felt like it was being torn apart. Pain ripped through ever inch of my body.  My face red.  I tried to crawl away.  Not to stop him.  Just a quick respite from his onslaught.  His hand slapped my ass.  Hard.

 

“Get your ass back here you fucking little whore.”

 

“Your too big.  I can’t take it.”

 

“You can.”  The gaunt man laughed.  “You will.”

 

And the head of his cock breached my hole.  I wanted to cry out.  But couldn’t catch my breath.  Tears dripped down my cheeks.  

 

He didn’t stop his inexorable invasion.  Pushing deeper.  Never really pausing.  Never really pulling back to thrust.   Just a glacially slow, seemingly endless, violation.

 

And yet some part of me didn’t want him to stop.  I wanted to know what a monster cock really feels like.  And every millimetre he drove himself deeper inside me was a victory for me.  I could take it.  My own cock was shrivelled up.  But that didn’t matter.  This was about his cock, not mine.  

 

“You’re doing really good.”  Mario said.  But he wasn’t really looking at me.  He had a phone in each hand now.  Mine and his I assumed.  Filming the cock opening my hole.  Occasionally returning to my face to capture my expression.  

 

I don’t know how long it took.  I really don’t.  But I realised I could feel the gaunt man’s pubes scratching my ass.  I could feel his heavy balls resting on my ass.  

He was in.  He was all the way in.

 

He pulled out.  Then lined his dick back up.  And breached me again.  Still slow.  But faster than the first time.  Then all the way out.  And then back in balls deep.  Each time faster that the one before.  

 

The sensations raced through my body like a shock.  Like lightning.  Pain.  Pleasure.  The words were no longer distinguishable for me.  

 

“See, boy?”  The gaunt man laughed again.  “Told you you would take it.   And you’re never going to be that tight again.  Good thing you like big dicks.  No normal dick is ever going to satisfy you again.”

 

And i knew he was right. There was no way my ass could ever recover for this.  

 

He kept picking up the pace.  Really fucking me now.  

 

“It’s time, cunt.”

 

“Give.  It.  To.  Me.  Please.”  I groaned as his hips pounded into me.  

 

“Here is comes.  Ruining your ass forever.”

 

I couldn’t feel him cum.  My ass was too stretched, too inflamed, for that kind of sensation.  But I knew.  Somehow I knew he was filling my guts at that moment.  Defiling me.

 

His breathing gradually slowed.  "Welcome to the brotherhood, cum dump."

 

He didn’t pull out.  He pushed me forward.  Off his dick.   I fell forward and sprawled on the floor at Mario’s feet.  

 

Mario’s hand was a flurry of motion on his cock  His cock was rock hard.  Dripping precum. He was getting close.  

 

I reached up and tried to pull him closer.  But he slapped my hand away.

 

“Please.”  I begged.  “I want you to fuck me next.”

 

He looked at me as if I had two heads on my shoulders.  “You?  You want me to fuck you?”  

 

“Please.  I’m doing all this for you.”

 

He shook his head.  “Sorry, I don’t fuck bathhouse sluts like you.  I just like to watch.”  And then his cum exploded.  Covering the floor in front of my face.  Wasted on the floor when I wanted it more than anything.  

 

My mouth dropped open.  “But…”

 

Mario stepped up to me.  Cum was still dripping from his dick to the floor.  He tossed me my phone.

 

“You’ve just been fucked by three different guys.  Old guys.  Fat guys.  You can see it all in the video.  I can tell you all three were positive or have AIDS. And who knows what other diseases they have given you.”

 

“But I only did it because you asked me to.”  I whined.  

 

“Yeah?  And I promised that you were going to really be fucked tonight.  And now you are.  Fucked for life.   But look on the bright side.  Now that you know what kind of pervert you are, you can be a bit nicer to the old guys here, huh?  Yeah.  I saw that earlier.  You were rude to these guys.  They’re just here for the same thing you are.  To get some cock.  Or some ass.  They aren’t here to get treated like crap by guys like you.   Well.  Like the guy you used to be, right?  Because that guy is gone.  Corrupted.  Remade.  Into a POZ pussyboy who will open his ass to anyone for a bit of cum.”

 

He smiled down at me.   It was not a friendly smile.  But it was still beautiful on him.  “So, no.  I won’t be fucking you.  But tell you what.  You can eat my cum off the floor.”

 

I just stared up at him.  

 

“You heard me.  Clean it up.”

 

He was right.  Whoever I had been when I walked in the door was gone.  I lowered my head to the floor and my tongue began scooping up the drops of his cum. I wondered how many loads had been shot on this bathhouse floor.  How long since it had really been cleaned.  And that just made me lick the floor more eagerly.  

 

“Yeah.”  Mario said.  “I thought so.” 

 

He turned to the gaunt man.  “See you next weekend, Barry.”  And then my Italian stud was gone.  

 

I was still licking the cum off the floor when the next man moved behind me.  His dick pushed into my gaping hole easily.  No resistance.  

 

I glanced back at the man who had slipped into my ass.  He had to be in his sixties at least: old, wrinkled, bald. And there was a line of men waiting.  Old men.  Fat men.  Diseased men. 

 

“Damn, Barry, his ass is loose.”  The old man called to the gaunt man who was still in the room, watching me.  “You really broke this one in.”

 

He was right.  i could barely feel his dick sliding in and out of my wrecked hole.  He ended up pulling out and jacking himself off over my hole.  When he was ready, he slipped the tip back inside me and shot his load.  

 

He pulled out and wrapped his towel around his waist.  Then something landed next to my head.  I picked it up.  A $5 bill. 

 

“That’s about what your gaping ass is worth now, whore.”  The old man said.  “And I’m being generous.”

 

And another man took his place. 

 

—-

 

Epilogue:  

 

That’s how it all started.  A few months ago.  

 

Just got back from the doctor’s office.  Had the “flu” about a month after that night in the bathhouse.  So I knew what to expect. But still took me awhile to get the courage to go.  So, yeah, I’m positive.  Picked up a few other STD’s as well.  

 

The doctor asked me who my sexual partners had been.  I lied and said I had hooked up with someone when I was out of town and was careless. No names I could give him for previous sexual partners. He didn't believe me but didn't push it either. 

 

My life has indeed changed.  For the better?  For the worse?  Who the hell cares.  I'm having a blast.  I’ve been going back to the bathhouse at least 2 or 3 nights a week.  I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been fucked there now.  I like hanging out in that dark maze.  Not able to see who is breeding me.  Just taking load after load.  

 

When I'm lucky, though, I see Barry and he pummels my ass.  I can take his cock so much easier now.  He says he wants to make sure his toxic seed takes.  And then he will own my ass.  I can't wait to tell him he does.  

 

I see Mario a lot as well.  He always gives me a smile, especially when he sees me with my ass in the air taking any load.  He’s never let me suck him again and never fucked me.  I guess I understand.  But there’s always hope, right? 

 

- END -

Edited October 8, 2015 by cumluvnbottom

[RotzBBengel]

Perfect. From beginning to end. Can't tell you how much I love it!!!

[MackyJay]

nice hot story

[just_mike69]

I so wish I got fucked like this at the bathhouse. The times I have gone I have only managed one or two fucks. But I am one of the older not in shape guys now. What to do ?

[whorepig]

As the old saying goes "What goes around comes around eventually"

[ctdanburyguy]

Hot and very well written story!!

[Bttm2go]

Loved your story. Thanks.

[Frenchpig]

really great story, perfect rythme

[seth1984]

I demand a sequel with Mario up to his old tricks again

[ChubChaser92]

Criminally underrated story. I've blown so many loads while imagining this scenario, tricked into taking the bottom of the barrel cock. Fuck.

[sse4me]

That was an excellent story, and the kid got what he deserved for dissing the older, chubby guys. Now he's their cumslut.

[pigmicah]

my favorite part is when the fat guy lifts his belly on his back and he drops down and realizes he is meant to be a pig

 

[FFun2BB]

On 10/8/2015 at 3:05 AM, cumluvnbottom said:

...especially when he sees me with my ass in the air taking any load...

#cumluvnbottom YOU DID IT AGAIN ... 

an amazing story ... with all delights of a sleazy bathhouse ... you are a gifted storyteller who gets us all hooked and creaming while we read on ...

 

 

[browsernmob]

On ‎10‎/‎7‎/‎2015 at 9:05 PM, cumluvnbottom said:

Quick note:  Still working on the semi-sequel to The Decline & Fall of Michael Christian.  

 

Hopefully you enjoy this story in the meantime.  It's shorter... only this one part (so hopefully that is good news for those who do prefer the shorter stories). 

 

And, without further ado, here is Bait & Switch.  

 

 

 

It was about three months ago.  That’s when it happened.  When my hole life changed.  

 

 

It had been a long, hard day.  My alarm didn’t go off — which meant I overslept and didn’t have time for breakfast.  My boss was riding my ass all day — and not in a good way.  And to top it all off (no pun intended), I dropped my mobile and cracked the screen.  By the time the workday ended, I was in a hell of a mood.  

 

I needed to destress a bit.  No.  Let’s be honest.  I needed a good fuck. 

 

I dropped off my car at home and took a taxi to the gay neighbourhood in town.  I don’t get out to the clubs very often anymore (work is just too crazy) but I felt homesick for one of my favourites.  Great music, great drinks, great staff.  

You know how they say you can’t go home again?  It’s true.  The bar was full but, at 32, I was probably the oldest guy in there.  The music was skewed towards this new and younger crowd… I just found it dull and mindless.  Plus most of the staff I used to know had moved on so there weren’t even familiar faces behind the bar.   It barely felt like the same bar anymore.  I ransacked my memory… how long had it been since I had dropped in?  I was surprised to realise it had been my 30th birthday party.  Well over a year and a half before.  

 

At least the drinks were still good.  So I found a (more or less) out of the way corner and sipped my drink.  Then another.  Then another.  Then another.  

 

I like to think I’m reasonably attractive guy.  I’m no gym bunny but I do keep myself passably fit.  Brown hair, hazel eyes, 5 feet 9 inches tall.  But none of the guys in the bar so much as said ‘excuse me’ as they pushed past me through the crowd.  So I just sat alone in my corner.  Drinking.  None of this did anything for my mood.  

 

Finally, enough was enough.  I staggered out of the club.  I wasn’t quite ready to go home though… still horny as fuck.  I passed some of the other bars but discounted them:  the first was too busy, the next was too loud, and at the third the doorman said something about my having been over-served already.  So I kept walking.  

 

I was about to give up and just hail a cab to head home.  And then I looked up and saw where I was.  Just ahead of me was the bathhouse.  I had never been inside before… I’d always been afraid i would run into someone I knew there.  Which would just be awkward.  But I had been persistently curious.  Could it ever live up to the ‘urban legends’ about the easy sex available within? 

 

I paused for just a moment, but horniness and alcohol are a powerful mix.   Tonight was the night.  I glanced around — just to make sure no one was nearby who knew me — and stepped inside.  

 

“Good evening.”  The guy at the counter greeted me in a disinterested tone.  “Are you a member?”

 

“No… this is my first time in here.”

 

He pushed a sheet of paper towards me.  “You will need to fill in this form for your membership.”

 

I took the sheet and began completing it.  I was a bit leery about putting any personal information… but I had come this far.   No point backing out now.  

 

“Locker or room?”

 

“Um… what’s the difference?”

 

He rolled his eyes and pointed to a sign with prices.  “The room costs 10 more.”

 

“I guess just a locker.”  I gave him back the completed form along the cash.  

 

He pushed a towel and a locker key towards me then buzzed me into the bathhouse itself.   I walked through into a locker room.  I knew enough to know that guys walk around with nothing on but their towel … so a few minutes later I wrapped my towel around my waist, tucked a condom into the elastic armband that held my locker key, and set off to explore.  

 

The bathhouse was a fairly large space spread over two floors.   In addition to the locker room, on the ground floor I found a small but well stocked bar, a video room showing porn, and ‘wet area’ with a steam room  and jacuzzi.   Upstairs seemed divided into two parts.  To the right of the stairs was a dark area labelled as ‘The Maze”.  I decided I wasn’t quite ready for that though.  To the left of the stairs was an area with several corridors with small cubicles on either side.  One of the cubicles was open and being cleaned by a member of staff.  There was a small bed of sorts, a locker, and a screen playing more porn.  This, I realised, was the ‘room’ that the clerk had offered.  

 

Other than staff and myself, I think I saw 6 guys wandering around.  They were older guys, at least late 40’s and not in great shape.  Some looked downright I'll.  No one I wanted to play around with.  It was early though -- only about 9:30 or so.  I decided to kill some time and see if the crowd improved. 

 

I went back down to the bar and had a couple drinks.  Between the drinks at the club and now these, I was definitely buzzed by that point.  

 

I wandered over to the video room.  There were a couple of the older guys in there, fondling themselves under their towels, but I ignored them and sat on a bench as far away as I could get.    

 

The porn wasn’t bad and my own hand found its way under my towel.  I was careful though, I didn’t want to get myself off.  

 

I ignored the old guys as they entered and left.  Just kept focused on the videos.  I must have sat in the room for at least 30 minutes.  Eventually, however, one of the old guys came and sat beside me.  He was at least 60 and had a big beer belly.  I tried to move a bit away but another old guy — one of the sick looking guys — was just a few feet away on that side.  When the beer belly guy tried to put his hand on my thigh, I stood up quickly and left the video room. 

 

I was, however, pleased to discover that more guys had come in while I had been camped in the video room.  Hopefully I could find someone who wasn’t quite so disgusting.  

 

I went back upstairs but still wasn’t ready to explore the dark maze area so I wandered through the area with the ‘rooms’.  Many were closed and dark.  Not rented yet, I assumed.  

 

A few were closed but with the unmistakable sounds of man-sex audible despite the closed doors.  My dick got a little harder.  

 

Other doors were open and occupied.  I was pleased to see that some of these held guys my age or younger.  In one room I saw a cute blond guy, probably early twenties, but he didn’t even look up as I walked by his door.  I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was to get his attention so I walked past.  

 

It was getting close to the end of the cubicle area and seemed to be striking out.  Maybe this was going to be a bust.  Maybe those urban legends about the great sex available were just that: myths and legends.  

 

And then I walked by the last open door.  

 

A man stood opposite, leaning on the back wall of the small room.  He made eye contact with me as I walked by his room.  I stopped in my tracks.  

He was one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen.  Black hair, playfully tussled. Sky blue eyes. Full lips with the hint of a smile.  Unshaven stubble.  Skin a natural tan.  Body lean and muscular.  His tall frame — about 6’ 2” best I can guess  - made me want to melt into him. His toned arms tucked behind his back.  A light feathering of hair on his chest and a noticeable treasure trail leading my eyes to his towel.  And the big, hard bulge waiting there.  He was so far out of my league it wasn’t even funny.   

 

“Hey, how’s it going?”  He said with a smile and an Italian accent. 

 

“Um… not too bad.”  I stammered, licking my lips which suddenly felt dry.  

 

He gestured with his head for me to move into the room.  I, of course, complied.  I didn't even think to close the door. 

 

My hands were trembling as I approached him.  His arms were still tucked behind his back.  Making his chest and crotch seem even more prominent.  

 

Maybe it was his unspoken permission.  Maybe it was all the alcohol.  But — whatever it was —my trembling hands raised to touch his chest.  The muscles firm and warm to my touch.  

 

“Mmmm.   That feels good.”  He said.  “What is your name?”

 

“Gary.”  I replied.

 

“My name is Mario.   Your hand feels very good, Gary.”  

 

Even the way he said my name made me shiver a bit.  But, at the same time, his voice was so calming.  Relaxing.  I felt more bold. My hand slowly drifted down.  From his chest to his abs.  Tracing the muscles.  Before moving lower.  Following his treasure trail. 

 

He didn’t stop me.  Just watched with that little smile as my hand felt the hardness through his towel.  I slowly started to caress him.  I felt him swell a bit more.   I’ve always been a bit of a size queen.  I just love big cocks.  My own cock was already hard was a rock and leaking pre-cum.  I leaned in and my lips found his.  

 

I couldn’t believe this was happening.  

 

You have to understand.  Mario was so far out of my league.  And yet was letting me touch him.  Stroke him.  Kiss him.  And he was kissing me back.  

 

He placed a hand on the small of my back.  Just above my ass.  Just a simple gesture.  But, at the same time, possessive.  And it just made him even more perfect.  I was in his orbit.  The moon to his earth.  

 

And, although I didn’t stop to think about it at the time, the moth to his flame.  

 

His hand slid lower.  Caressing my ass through the towel even as I caressed his cock.  My hand sliding under his towel for the first time.  My fingers wrapping around his hard shaft.  A moan escaped from somewhere deep inside me.  Only to be lost in his kiss.  

 

“You have a nice ass, Gary.”  He whispered.  His fingers moving under my towel.  Tracing down the crack of my ass.  Sending shivers down my spine.  

 

“You have an amazing cock.”  I whispered back. 

 

“Do you like it?”  He asked.  As if my ragged breath wasn’t evidence enough of that. 

 

He put his other hand on my shoulder.  Pushing me gently.  Down to my knees.  I did not resist.  I wanted him so much.  His fingers ran through my hair.  

 

My mouth found his cock.  Rolling my tongue over the head. Savouring his taste and smell.  This was more than I had ever expected.  

 

I could feel him bending over me.  His fingers moving slowly down my back.  Tracing my spine.  Reaching my butt.  Sliding into the cleft.  Circling my hole. 

 

“You like getting fucked?”

 

With my mouth full of his dick I could only moan my affirmative reply. 

 

“Hot.  You are going to get really fucked tonight.  I promise.”

 

His finger circling my hole found it’s target.  Pushed inside me.  

 

“You're tight, babe.  You gonna be able to take it all?”

 

Again I moaned my reply and raised my ass to meet this finger.  

 

He chuckled above me.  Then slid a second finger in.  In and out of my hole.  Driving me even more wild.  

 

His cock was in my throat now.  My face tight into his crotch.  I was so focused on the taste of him, of his scent, that I barely noticed any sound behind me.  

 

Then I felt a second pair of hands touch me.  I jumped… but Mario’s hands moved quickly back up my body.  One hand on my shoulder (holding me on my knees) and the other on the back of my head (gently holding my face impaled on his big dick). 

 

I felt movement behind me and then a warm met tongue find my hole.  

 

“Don’t worry.  That’s just my buddy.”  Mario said.  “You don’t mind, do you?  It’s really hot seeing him eat your ass.  Getting it ready for a good fuck.”

 

Mario seemed genuinely turned on by seeing the other man working his tongue into my hole.  At least his cock seemed harder than ever in my throat.  And the tongue was pretty damn talented.  I figured it was worth it to get Mario inside me.  I wished I could see the newcomer but decided to just focus on Mario’s cock.  I wanted him good and ready to fuck me.  

 

Mario’s hips were gently rocking, sliding his cock in and out of my throat.  I wanted this beautiful god to fuck me so bad.  

 

Mario whispered something to the other man.  I couldn’t make it out.

 

The tongue on my hole moved away.  Movement behind me.  Was it finally time?  Was Mario ready to fuck me? 

 

Hands on my hips.  Pulling me back slightly.  Something touching my hole.  Bigger and harder than a tongue. A cock pushing at my tight hole.  

 

I tried to make a disapproving sound but Mario’s cock was deep in my throat.  

 

“That’s hot, babe.”  Mario said.  “You should see his cock.  It looks so good pushing into you.  Really getting me turned on.”

 

I was a bit annoyed but — well — I had come so far and I didn’t want to lose my chance at getting fucked by Mario now.  I pulled the condom out from the elastic band on my arm and handed it to the man behind me.  

 

He took the condom from my hand but his cock never moved away from my ass for even a moment to put it on.  

 

I didn’t get fucked bare.  Not ever.  But I was conflicted… I really wanted Mario to fuck me. I clenched my hole against the unseen man behind me.  Maybe that would be enough to discourage him. 

 

But no.  The stranger’s palm came down hard on my ass with a loud slap.  I jumped, my hole relaxing for just a second... 

 

... And the unseen man pushed the head of his dick in with a sudden thrust.  Bare.

 

“Dude.”  Mario said above me.  “His dick looks so good in your ass.  Just let him open you a bit and then, if you want, he can pull out and he can put on the condom.”

 

It made sense.  At least it did at that moment.  Alcohol and lust really weaken your resolve. 

 

I managed to manoeuvre enough to look up at Mario without losing his cock in my throat.  He had a smart phone in his hand.  My phone.  It pointed it towards my face then slowly panned back towards my ass and the man who was working his way deeper inside.   He was recording the moment on my phone.  

 

He waved my phone.  "I'm recording this for you so you can watch later.  You don't know how hot this looks."

 

The cock in my hole was pushing deeper.  And deeper.  He wasn’t as big as Mario.  But he was a good size.  Damn.  It felt so good to get fucked.  It had been so long.  I needed it.  

 

“You like that, don’t you?”  Mario asked above me.  “You like that cock pounding your hole.”

 

I moaned agreement.  

 

“Yeah.  Just relax and enjoy the ride.”  Mario encouraged me. 

 

And I did.  I arched my back as much as I could with Mario’s dick in my mouth.  I raised my ass to meet the cock pounding my hole.  The stranger’s hands were gripping my hips now.  His thrusts where hard and erratic.  Frenzied.  He was grunting.  

 

The stranger slammed in balls deep.  And froze.  A deep guttural growl escaping from somewhere within him.  His shaft flexed inside me.  He was shooting his load.  Inside me.  Oh fuck.  This stranger, someone I couldn’t even see, had just cum inside me. 

 

I must have looked like a deer in the headlights.  But my heart was pounding.  What had I done?  What was I doing? 

 

The stranger pulled out of my hole.  Pulling a trail of warm cum.  Which oozed down the back of my balls.  

 

“Thanks for the fuck, boy.  Hope you like my little gift.”

 

I wanted to turn around and look at him but Mario was thrusting into my throat again.  He was clearly really turned on.  So… was it time?  Was he going to fuck me now?

 

But he didn’t pull out of my mouth. 

 

And another pair of hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart.  Another cock touched my hole.  And pushed in, balls deep, in one thrust.  This cock wasn’t quite as thick as the last but was longer, reaching deeper inside.  

 

The body behind me felt different as well.  Not as solid.  I could hear his flesh slapping against mine.  And then he raised up on top of me.  I felt a big belly press against the small of my back.  Shit.  Some fat guy was fucking me. 

 

But I was in no position to move away.  Pinned between this new man’s body and Mario’s cock in my throat. 

 

And, yes, it felt good.  His cock felt good inside me.  Fuck it felt good.  The fat guy was pulling all the way out then thrusting back in to the root.  All the way out.  Back in.  Each time he pulled out of my hole pulsed.  Like it was begging the cock to get back in.  

 

The last guy’s cum had really slicked up my hole and was dripping out each time the fat man’s cock pulled outside my asslips.  The fat man pulled himself further onto my body.  Resting his weight on my back.  

 

Mario stepped back, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and allowed my head and shoulders to sink to the floor under the fat man’s weight.  My ass stayed raised though.  Letting him pound me.  I wanted this fuck.  I was lost in the sensations that these men had awakened in me.  

 

“I’m going to cum.”  The fat man said.  “You want it.  Don’t you.”

 

“Yes.”  I whispered. Ashamed.  Ashamed of the desire burning inside me. Ashamed that I liked his cock, the feeling of him fucking me. 

 

“Louder.”

 

“Yes.”  

 

“Yes, what?” His face came into view as he slid all the way onto my back.   The beer belly guy from the video room.  Someone I would never have let fuck me.  But in the moment, lost in my lust, I didn't tell him no. 

 

“Yes.  Cum in me.  Please.  Please cum in me.”

 

“Good boy.” The fat man moaned in my ear.  “Since you asked so nicely, here is comes.  You're always going to have a little part of me inside you.  As long as you live.”

 

He didn’t stop thrusting.  But I felt his shaft expand inside me.  His flabby arms held me tight.  And his cum joined the load from the first man.  

 

When he pulled out and stepped away, I didn’t even try to move.  I stayed in position.  Back arched.  Head and shoulders flat to the floor.  Ass in the air.  An open invitation.  

 

And the invitation was accepted.  A cock slid between my asscheeks.  A big cock.  Very big.  Sliding up and down the gooey mess that seeped from my ass.  Without pushing in.  

 

“How many loads does he have?”  The third man asked.

 

“You are going to be the third.”

 

“Nice.”  The third man pushed a finger into my hole.  “Look at me, bitch.”

 

I turned around and looked over my shoulder. 

The gaunt man from the video room -- somehow I had known it would be him.  His cheeks and eyes sunken.  His body may have been toned once, you could kind of tell, but now the flesh just sagged.  And he had a tattoo.  On his groin.  Just above his cock.  A biohazard.

 

I knew what that meant, of course.  “You… you’ve got HIV?”

 

“No, bitch.  I’ve got AIDS.  And I want to give it to you.  I want to fill you up with my toxic cum.And I want you to beg for it. Beg for my big cock.  Beg for my toxic cum.”

 

“I… I don’t want… I mean, I’m negative.”

 

“Are you sure?  You’ve got two loads in your ass already. Maybe you were negative when you came in here tonight… but how do you know you still are?”

 

I couldn’t breathe.  I was terrified.  And yet. I was turned on.  So turned on.  By the thrill.  By the risk.  By the big dick teasing my ass.  I could tell he was big.  Bigger than any cock that had ever been in me.  Ten inches or more.  Thick as a beer bottle.  

 

Mario crouched next to me.  His hand touched mine comfortingly.  His cock just far enough away that I couldn’t reach it.  

 

“Your ass looks so hot with a cock in it, babe.  So beautiful.  And his cock is so big.  I want to see him stretching you open.  Will you do it for me?  Will you let him fuck you?”

 

The big dick was still sliding up and down in the cummy mess of my hole.  My sphincter was spasming.  My body wanted to feel that cock so much.  

 

I looked in Mario’s eyes.  His beautiful eyes.  I could get lost in those eyes.

 

I nodded to Mario.  Yes. 

 

He smiled.  A gorgeous smile that made my whole body shiver with anticipation.  

 

I looked back over my shoulder.  To the gaunt man who stood behind me.  

 

“Please.”  My whole body was trembling.  “Please fuck me.  I’ve never had a cock that big inside me.”

 

“Are you sure?  I’m not going to be gentle.  I’m going to fuck that hole without mercy. I’m gonna tear you up.”

 

“I want it.  I want to feel that big dick in me.”

 

“And there won’t be any pulling out.  I’m going to fuck you until I cum in you. I’ve got AIDS.  No meds.  There is a good chance you will have AIDS soon as well.”

 

“I want your cock.  I want your cum.  I need it.”

 

“Look at you, you little slut, begging for AIDS cock.”  The gaunt man sneered down at me.  “I’m going to breed your hole.  Make you a proper cumdump.”

 

“Do it… do it, please.”

 

He pushed forward.  I thought my hole was open.  Ready.  But he was big.  Thick.  Bigger than any cock that had even been inside me.  And by a wide margin.  He wasn’t even in yet and already I was sweating.  The pressure as he pushed his cock against my already battered sphincter was quickly becoming painful. 

 

But, as promised, he was merciless.  Insistent.  My hole began stretching.  Slowly. But stretching nonetheless.  Opening wide as it could for him.  

 

But it wasn’t wide enough.  My ass felt like it was being torn apart. Pain ripped through ever inch of my body.  My face red.  I tried to crawl away.  Not to stop him.  Just a quick respite from his onslaught.  His hand slapped my ass.  Hard.

 

“Get your ass back here you fucking little whore.”

 

“Your too big.  I can’t take it.”

 

“You can.”  The gaunt man laughed.  “You will.”

 

And the head of his cock breached my hole.  I wanted to cry out.  But couldn’t catch my breath.  Tears dripped down my cheeks.  

 

He didn’t stop his inexorable invasion.  Pushing deeper.  Never really pausing.  Never really pulling back to thrust.   Just a glacially slow, seemingly endless, violation.

 

And yet some part of me didn’t want him to stop.  I wanted to know what a monster cock really feels like.  And every millimetre he drove himself deeper inside me was a victory for me.  I could take it.  My own cock was shrivelled up.  But that didn’t matter.  This was about his cock, not mine.  

 

“You’re doing really good.”  Mario said.  But he wasn’t really looking at me.  He had a phone in each hand now.  Mine and his I assumed.  Filming the cock opening my hole.  Occasionally returning to my face to capture my expression.  

 

I don’t know how long it took.  I really don’t.  But I realised I could feel the gaunt man’s pubes scratching my ass.  I could feel his heavy balls resting on my ass.  

He was in.  He was all the way in.

 

He pulled out.  Then lined his dick back up.  And breached me again.  Still slow.  But faster than the first time.  Then all the way out.  And then back in balls deep.  Each time faster that the one before.  

 

The sensations raced through my body like a shock.  Like lightning.  Pain.  Pleasure.  The words were no longer distinguishable for me.  

 

“See, boy?”  The gaunt man laughed again.  “Told you you would take it.   And you’re never going to be that tight again.  Good thing you like big dicks.  No normal dick is ever going to satisfy you again.”

 

And i knew he was right. There was no way my ass could ever recover for this.  

 

He kept picking up the pace.  Really fucking me now.  

 

“It’s time, cunt.”

 

“Give.  It.  To.  Me.  Please.”  I groaned as his hips pounded into me.  

 

“Here is comes.  Ruining your ass forever.”

 

I couldn’t feel him cum.  My ass was too stretched, too inflamed, for that kind of sensation.  But I knew.  Somehow I knew he was filling my guts at that moment.  Defiling me.

 

His breathing gradually slowed.  "Welcome to the brotherhood, cum dump."

 

He didn’t pull out.  He pushed me forward.  Off his dick.   I fell forward and sprawled on the floor at Mario’s feet.  

 

Mario’s hand was a flurry of motion on his cock  His cock was rock hard.  Dripping precum. He was getting close.  

 

I reached up and tried to pull him closer.  But he slapped my hand away.

 

“Please.”  I begged.  “I want you to fuck me next.”

 

He looked at me as if I had two heads on my shoulders.  “You?  You want me to fuck you?”  

 

“Please.  I’m doing all this for you.”

 

He shook his head.  “Sorry, I don’t fuck bathhouse sluts like you.  I just like to watch.”  And then his cum exploded.  Covering the floor in front of my face.  Wasted on the floor when I wanted it more than anything.  

 

My mouth dropped open.  “But…”

 

Mario stepped up to me.  Cum was still dripping from his dick to the floor.  He tossed me my phone.

 

“You’ve just been fucked by three different guys.  Old guys.  Fat guys.  You can see it all in the video.  I can tell you all three were positive or have AIDS. And who knows what other diseases they have given you.”

 

“But I only did it because you asked me to.”  I whined.  

 

“Yeah?  And I promised that you were going to really be fucked tonight.  And now you are.  Fucked for life.   But look on the bright side.  Now that you know what kind of pervert you are, you can be a bit nicer to the old guys here, huh?  Yeah.  I saw that earlier.  You were rude to these guys.  They’re just here for the same thing you are.  To get some cock.  Or some ass.  They aren’t here to get treated like crap by guys like you.   Well.  Like the guy you used to be, right?  Because that guy is gone.  Corrupted.  Remade.  Into a POZ pussyboy who will open his ass to anyone for a bit of cum.”

 

He smiled down at me.   It was not a friendly smile.  But it was still beautiful on him.  “So, no.  I won’t be fucking you.  But tell you what.  You can eat my cum off the floor.”

 

I just stared up at him.  

 

“You heard me.  Clean it up.”

 

He was right.  Whoever I had been when I walked in the door was gone.  I lowered my head to the floor and my tongue began scooping up the drops of his cum. I wondered how many loads had been shot on this bathhouse floor.  How long since it had really been cleaned.  And that just made me lick the floor more eagerly.  

 

“Yeah.”  Mario said.  “I thought so.” 

 

He turned to the gaunt man.  “See you next weekend, Barry.”  And then my Italian stud was gone.  

 

I was still licking the cum off the floor when the next man moved behind me.  His dick pushed into my gaping hole easily.  No resistance.  

 

I glanced back at the man who had slipped into my ass.  He had to be in his sixties at least: old, wrinkled, bald. And there was a line of men waiting.  Old men.  Fat men.  Diseased men. 

 

“Damn, Barry, his ass is loose.”  The old man called to the gaunt man who was still in the room, watching me.  “You really broke this one in.”

 

He was right.  i could barely feel his dick sliding in and out of my wrecked hole.  He ended up pulling out and jacking himself off over my hole.  When he was ready, he slipped the tip back inside me and shot his load.  

 

He pulled out and wrapped his towel around his waist.  Then something landed next to my head.  I picked it up.  A $5 bill. 

 

“That’s about what your gaping ass is worth now, whore.”  The old man said.  “And I’m being generous.”

 

And another man took his place. 

 

—-

 

Epilogue:  

 

That’s how it all started.  A few months ago.  

 

Just got back from the doctor’s office.  Had the “flu” about a month after that night in the bathhouse.  So I knew what to expect. But still took me awhile to get the courage to go.  So, yeah, I’m positive.  Picked up a few other STD’s as well.  

 

The doctor asked me who my sexual partners had been.  I lied and said I had hooked up with someone when I was out of town and was careless. No names I could give him for previous sexual partners. He didn't believe me but didn't push it either. 

 

My life has indeed changed.  For the better?  For the worse?  Who the hell cares.  I'm having a blast.  I’ve been going back to the bathhouse at least 2 or 3 nights a week.  I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been fucked there now.  I like hanging out in that dark maze.  Not able to see who is breeding me.  Just taking load after load.  

 

When I'm lucky, though, I see Barry and he pummels my ass.  I can take his cock so much easier now.  He says he wants to make sure his toxic seed takes.  And then he will own my ass.  I can't wait to tell him he does.  

 

I see Mario a lot as well.  He always gives me a smile, especially when he sees me with my ass in the air taking any load.  He’s never let me suck him again and never fucked me.  I guess I understand.  But there’s always hope, right? 

 

- END -

Loved the irony in the first line.....his "hole" life changed!

[negchaserlooking]

Wanting to get to the local gay Steam Works here in the next few weeks, never been before. Hopefully come away with a few loads  up my arse.