The boy who craved destruction

[PleaseDestroyMe]

The dimly lit back room of the bar was now a chaotic symphony of grunts, moans, and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh. The young twink, his body already marked with bruises and welts, was the center of this twisted spectacle. He was passed from one set of hands to another, each pair more eager than the last to claim their turn with him.

I watched as a burly man with a scar across his cheek grabbed the twink by the hair, forcing his head back so he could look into his eyes. "You want this, don't you, you little slut?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and cruelty. The twink nodded frantically, his eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and desire. "Yes, sir. Please, use me. Ruin me."

The man laughed, a harsh, mocking sound, and then shoved his cock into the twink's mouth, choking him with its thickness. He held the twink's head in place, fucking his face mercilessly, spitting on him and calling him every degrading name imaginable. "You're just a worthless cumdumpster, aren't you?" he sneered. "Beg for it, you little bitch."

The twink complied, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Please, sir. Fuck me. Use me. I'm your cumdumpster. Please, sir."

As the first man pulled out, his cock glistening with spit, another stepped forward. This one had a wicked grin, holding a thick leather belt. He wrapped it around the twink's neck, pulling tight until his face turned a deep, suffocating red, his eyes bulging. "Beg for it, you little slut," he demanded. "Beg for me to fuck you."

The twink nodded frantically, his lips quivering. "Please, sir. Fuck me. Use me. I'm your worthless trash. Please, sir."

The man laughed and shoved his cock into the twink's ass, tearing through him with a brutal thrust. The twink screamed, the pain intense, but he pushed back, begging for more. "Harder, sir. Please, sir. Fuck me harder."

The man pounded into him, his hips slapping against the twink's ass, his balls smacking against his taint. He reached around and grabbed the twink's cock, squeezing until he thought it would burst. "You like that, you little bitch?" he taunted. "You like being used like a fucktoy?"

The twink sobbed, his body on fire, his mind spinning with pain and pleasure. "Yes, sir. I love it. Please, sir. Don't stop."

Another man, this one with a flogger in his hand, took his turn. He whipped the twink's back, ass, and thighs until they were a raw, bloody mess. The twink screamed and begged, his body convulsing with each lash. "Please, sir. More. I need more."

The man then forced his cock into the twink's mouth, choking him, using him until he came down his throat. "Swallow it, you little cumdumpster," he commanded. "Every last drop."

A sadist with cold, calculating eyes punched the twink in the face, splitting his lip, then crushed his balls, making him scream in agony. "You're just a worthless piece of shit, you know that?" he spat, his voice laced with contempt. "Beg for more."

The twink nodded, tears streaming down his face. "Please, sir. More. I need more. I'm your worthless trash. Use me."

He then fisted the twink's ass, tearing him open, using him until he was a sobbing, broken mess. "You like that, you little bitch?" he taunted. "You like being ruined?"

The twink sobbed, his body shaking with each brutal thrust. "Yes, sir. I love it. Please, sir. Don't stop. Ruin me."

Another man made the twink drink his piss, forcing the warm liquid down his throat. "Drink it, you little urinal," he commanded. "Every last drop."

He then grabbed the twink's cock and balls, twisting and pulling until he thought he would pass out from the pain. "You're a worthless piece of shit, you know that?" he spat, his voice laced with contempt. "Beg for more."

The twink nodded, tears streaming down his face. "Please, sir. More. I need more. I'm your worthless trash. Use me. Ruin me."

The crowd of men gathered around, each taking their turn with the twink, using him, abusing him, and leaving him a broken, sobbing mess. They fucked him, choked him, beat him, and humiliated him until there was nothing left. The twink took it all, begging for more, craving the pain, the degradation, the ultimate ruin. And when they were finally done with him, he lay there, a broken, used toy, his body a canvas of bruises and welts, his mind a twisted mess of pain and pleasure.

The men stood over him, their cocks hard and throbbing, taking turns pissing on him, marking him as their own. "Look at this worthless piece of shit," one of them said, laughing. "He got what he wanted. He's ours now."

They left the twink there, a broken, used mess, a twisted testament to their power and his ultimate submission. And as they walked away, they knew they would never forget the young twink who begged for his own ruin, who craved the pain, the degradation, the ultimate use. The twink, with his dark curls and striking features, had become just another wasted youth, a plaything for their savage, sadistic desires.