public Pigs at The Eagle

[jakeryderxxx]

Jake strutted out of the Rambles of Central Park, his heart racing and sweat dropping. The cool night air caressed his bare skin as his hot pink jockstrap clearly visible as he pulled up his low-riding short shorts. His small, hard cock bobbed with every step, eager for the night ahead. He had already taken seven thick, anonymous loads in his hungry hole as he was pushed up against the trees, but that was just his appetizer. 

As he headed south to The Eagle, the neon lights beckoned him like a moth to a flame. The leather bar was a haven for men like him, seeking the rough, primal pleasure that only a pack of muscular daddies could provide. The thumping bass from within sent vibrations through his body, making his ass quiver in anticipation.

On the roof, Ax, Doug, Dewan, and Mario were smoking their cigars, drinking their beers, and prowling around the bar. Each was looking for a fresh piece of meat. Their eyes locked onto Jake as he walked through the door.

"Look at this little fag," Ax rumbled in his deep, accented voice. "What's a cute little thing like you doing all alone in here?"

Jake looked up at the towering Iranian bull, his eyes sparkling with lust. "Oh, I'm just looking for some fun," he replied coyly.

"Well, you've come to the right place, boy," said Dewan, his deep chuckle rumbling through the bar. "We've got plenty of fun to go around."

The four men surrounded him, their ripe scents filling Jake's nostrils. He was in heaven. "What's your name, twink?" asked Mario, his eyes raking over Jake's slender body.

"I'm Jake," he giggled, batting his eyelashes. "But tonight, I'm just a dirty little hole looking to be used."

The men roared with laughter. "Well, Jake, we've got just the thing for you," said Doug, his hand already reaching for Jake's jockstrap.

Without hesitation, Jake dropped to his knees, eager to serve the four hungry men. Right there in the corner of the Eagle’s roof they took turns feeding him their massive, uncut dicks, each one thicker and longer than the last. Jake's mouth stretched to the limits as he tried to take them all in, drooling and gagging on their throbbing cocks. The other men around watching and adjusting their own bulges.

"Look at him go," Ax said with a grin. "He's a natural."

Jake moaned in pleasure as they face-fucked him, his eyes watering and his cheeks hollowed out from the effort. He could feel his ass clenching, begging to be filled with their hot, thick loads.

Finally, Ax pulled his dick out of Jake’s drooling mouth and slapped the boy’s cheek with it. "You ready for the main event, boy?"

Jake nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving Ax's pierced cock. Ax bent him over a nearby bench, the other three men holding him in place.

"You're going to take us all, one after the other," Ax growled. "And you're going to thank us for every drop we give you."

One by one, they took him, filling his tight ass with their cum until he was overflowing. Jake's cries of pleasure echoed through the bar as the men used his body as their personal cumdump. He could feel their hot seed mixing with the others he got earlier in the night and spilling out of him, down his legs, and onto the floor.

When they were done, they dragged him to the bathroom, still hard and ready to give him more. "You've been a good boy," Dewan said, slapping his face. "Now it's time for your reward."

The four muscle daddies stood around him in a circle, their cocks dripping. They each started pissing into his mouth, filling him up until he had to swallow or choke. Jake gulped down their piss eagerly, the warm, salty liquid coating his throat.

"That's a good faggot," said Doug, stroking his own cock. "You know how to clean up after a mess."

Jake looked up at them, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Sirs," he murmured, his voice thick with cum.

They laughed and slapped his ass. "Don't thank us yet, twink. You're not done with us," said Mario, his hand already reaching for his zipper.

The night went on, with the four men using Jake's mouth and still eager little hole, leaving his pink jockstrap a sopping mess. They pumped him full of more cum and piss, inviting other guys to load him up too, and by the end, Jake was a sticky, sweaty mess, covered in their seed.

But he didn't care. This was what he lived for. This was his purpose. He was their whore, their toy, and he had never felt more alive.

As the last of the patrons stumbled out of the bar and into the early morning light, Jake remained on his knees, licking the last drops of cum from the floor. His body was sore, his throat raw, but he was blissfully happy.

He looked up at the four men standing over him, their dicks still out and glistening with the remnants of their fun. "Can I have more, Sirs?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

They just grinned down at him, already knowing the answer. For Jake, the fun was just beginning.